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

Comments

yeah she totally 'had to work' guys

[coldempress]

She said she wouldn't turn up and she didn't much like going back on her word like that. But the club had been suspiciously dead for a Friday night, and the others had all urged her to go home.

So here she was, walking into the club still dressed in the smart black suit she wore for work, heading straight for the bar first thing, a good starting place for the night.

oh good job Maria

[hellcommander]

Hiruma watched the girl walk in from his position in the corner and stood up to follow her, taking a seat next to her in the bar.

"So, busy night, huh? Kekekek!"

[coldempress]

"Hello to you, too." Himuro replied coolly as she settled into her seat, carefully unbuttoning the jacket of the suit and lying it on top of the bar.

"So? Who else showed?"

[hellcommander]

"So far?" Hiruma cast a glance around the bar, sharp eyes looking for any faces he recognized.

"Alastair, of course. That chucklin' kid Bakura, a dude named Kiryu..." He frowned, "No featherbrain yet. He better not have fuckin' bailed on us."

[coldempress]

"Hm. I'm sure he'll show." Himuro rolled up her sleeves next, then undid the top few buttons on the shirt, making herself more comfortable in the warm club.

"But otherwise, I hardly know anyone here."

[hellcommander]

"Oh I'm sure he will." Hiruma snickered a little.

"kekeke, me either, but hey, doesn't bother me too fucking much."

[coldempress]

"I shouldn't think much bothers you." Himuro murmured, slowly turning on her seat to face the dance floor, making absolutely no move to go out there herself, but she watches the crowd with sharp eyes.