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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[hackeralastair]

If there was one thing Alastair was going to make sure to do that night, it was keep Bakura from hiding in a corner. He wanted to expose his friend to as much fun as possible. The pounding music and riot of lights was probably sensory overload, so he hooked an arm around Bakura's shoulders and dragged him up to the rail to have a look. "What do you think?" he wondered with a grin. "See anything you like?"

[hackeralastair]

"You're not supposed to think..." Alastair patted him and let go, though he definitely noticed the fidgeting. "You're supposed to cut loose, relax, all that. I won't drag you around with me if you don't want to, but at least promise me you won't hide behind a table in a corner all night."

[hackeralastair]

"You want to dance, or you wanna get your bearings first?" Alastair wondered. "I, for one, want to dance."

[hackeralastair]

"All right. Come on, then!" Alastair tugged at the back of his shirt as he passed to lead the way onto the dance floor. It was already packed with people, but there was enough room for a couple more to slip into the edge of the crowd and start dancing. True to his promise that it really wasn't that hard, Alastair showed the way, swaying easily with the beat.

[hackeralastair]

At least this wasn't exclusively a gay club. Alastair had a feeling Bakura would be even worse off if it was. He just laughed a bit and kept up the pace, keeping a respectable distance apart so as not to completely fluster the guy. The tempo was moderate and the beat just right, some remix of some disco hit. Nothing to it, right?

[hackeralastair]

Alastair shrugged it off and made it fit in with his dancing. "I'm just being me," he said casually, smiling. True, he was overconfident to the point of cockiness, but that was how he was raised by his master. He didn't spend seven years being told that he was to be the savior of the new human race without getting to be a little superior.