Satellite Babies [OPEN]

[hackeralastair]

WHO: Alastair and OPEN!
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Friday night, between 9pm and the wee hours of the morning
WARNINGS: probably nothing if you don't count underage drinking and likely m/m flirting
SUMMARY: Everybody dance! Alastair wants to make more friends and hang out with the old ones before anybody else gets ported out on him. And to check out

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[hellcommander]

Hiruma found the club with no problems. A flash of his pearly whites was all it took to get into just about any club he wanted. He was a little disappointed that Himuro would not be joining them, but hey, Marco was. Or so he said.

He better. I went through the trouble of making that damn ID for 'em.

The lanky quarterback was dressed rather smartly. He had on a dark gray shirt adorned with a print of a stack of bloody skulls with a fat raven on top. He just loved those gory t-shirts. His jeans were dark denim and tight and held up with a studded belt. A chain connected the wallet in his back pocket to his belt loop and his shoes were simple Converse sneakers. To make up for a lack of pockets in the jeans, he had tied a plain black hoodie around his waist. What its pockets contained, God only knew.

And maybe not even God, at that.

Finding himself a seat in the corner, he hailed a waiter with a wave and ordered a drink for himself.

[hackeralastair]

At his first chance to take a break and get a drink, Alastair took a moment to check out the patrons, looking for familiar faces. Good thing he had gone searching for video posts by certain ID numbers, so he could make sure he knew what to look for. Hiruma was unmistakeable.

He sashayed up with a smirk. "Hiding out in the dark, are we?"

[hellcommander]

"kekekeke," Hiruma cackled, swirling his drink a little, "It's a dance club. The entire fucking thing is dark, so it's not TOO hard to 'hide'."

"Besides, I told you. I didn't come here to dance."

[hackeralastair]

"All right, you got me there," Alastair admitted, pulling over an adjacent chair and sitting backwards on it. "Mind if I join you for a bit? I need a break." He set a bottle on the table in front of him.

[hellcommander]

"Kekeke, not at all. I don't care." He points a long finger at the bottle, "Whatcha got in there, ya fucking hacker?"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair turned the label toward him. "Hard lemonade? I don't know, it's not bad. Heh." He picked it up and took a sip. "I love being from ten years in the past, I don't have to fuck with my fake ID anymore."

[hellcommander]

"Kekekeke. Not that anyone could throw ME out." Hiruma snickered, remembering something. "Where is Bakura? Wasn't he coming?"

[hackeralastair]

"Oh, yeah - he's here. Around here somewhere." Alastair glanced over his shoulder; he probably shouldn't have ditched the younger boy so quickly, but JP wanted to dance and then there was good music...but Bakura should have been in good company. "Probably with Kyosuke. I should make sure he's all right..."

[hellcommander]

"Kekeke, when you see him, send him my way. I got a little plan."

Hiruma dug around in the pocket of the hoodie around his waist and brought out a small bottle of vodka.

"If you know what I mean."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair's eyes widened for a moment. "You're going to..."

Despite himself, he started to chuckle. "Just don't get him sick, I don't want to have to carry him home~."

[hellcommander]

"kekekek! I only have a few of these, and I only plan on using one for him! He won't get sick." Hiruma grinned devilishly, "I know what I am doing."

[hackeralastair]

"I bet he's a lightweight," Alastair snorted, taking another sip from the bottle. "Or a no-weight, really. Hang on, let me go find him!"

[hellcommander]

"Kekekeke! Don't worry about it. I know things."

Hiruma snickered and nursed his drink, waiting for Bakura.

[hellcommander]

"Oh hey kid. Sit down, sit down." Hiruma cackled and gestured to a chair next to him. "I got you a water to drink."