Music shuffle meme, Ianto, Dancing Queen- ABBA
(OOC: I am unsure if I should post this in the prompt comm and label it "POSSIBLE FUTURE" or not :/)
Sorin was beginning to become rather sick of dance music, he supposed it was a natural reaction to being stuck in a club for several hours but that was not comforting, especially since the music was failing to go away no matter how much he glared at the speakers.
Damned clubs, damned obnoxiously loud music and damned feeling the need to get somebody up to at least the stage where they’ll look at you as a prospective romantic partner, he might as well damn Dawn too for getting him up to the point where a simple tumble in the dark isn’t enough anymore.
Except he can’t really damn either of the last two can he? He’s not in love with Dawn anymore (if he ever was in the first place) but she’s still dearer to him than anybody else, and Ianto Jones is probably worth the work, if the work even ends up succeeding.
He never doubted himself this much before; he might have to rethink his position on damning Dawn for it.
Finally, after another half hour of pounding noise he manages to lean closer (he notes with interest that Ianto responds with a faint shudder but dismisses it as imaginary) and yell in Ianto’s ear “can we go to a restaurant or something? It’s getting a bit too loud.”
“I thought you’d never ask” is the grumbled reply and without another word they both stand and start to make their way towards the door, through the mass of wildly dancing people with hair that makes Sorin wince, he isn’t a prude by any means but rainbow coloured hair strikes him as a bit much, and it hurts his eyes.
Of course, the club is very crowded, and about a minute or two after they start pushing their way through they are surprisingly thrown together from hip to neck, a rather close position that makes Sorin feel both uncomfortable and yet rather elated, especially since Ianto is making no move to pull away despite the fact that there is space behind him.
Of course, it is at that point that Dancing Queen starts to play and the masses start to dance slightly slower, all grinning at each other in the near darkness.
“I hate this song” Ianto grinds out into his ear, sounding oddly (and pleasingly) short of breath.
“Mm” Sorin nods in a rather uncaring way, and pulls him closer.
Sorin was beginning to become rather sick of dance music, he supposed it was a natural reaction to being stuck in a club for several hours but that was not comforting, especially since the music was failing to go away no matter how much he glared at the speakers.
Damned clubs, damned obnoxiously loud music and damned feeling the need to get somebody up to at least the stage where they’ll look at you as a prospective romantic partner, he might as well damn Dawn too for getting him up to the point where a simple tumble in the dark isn’t enough anymore.
Except he can’t really damn either of the last two can he? He’s not in love with Dawn anymore (if he ever was in the first place) but she’s still dearer to him than anybody else, and Ianto Jones is probably worth the work, if the work even ends up succeeding.
He never doubted himself this much before; he might have to rethink his position on damning Dawn for it.
Finally, after another half hour of pounding noise he manages to lean closer (he notes with interest that Ianto responds with a faint shudder but dismisses it as imaginary) and yell in Ianto’s ear “can we go to a restaurant or something? It’s getting a bit too loud.”
“I thought you’d never ask” is the grumbled reply and without another word they both stand and start to make their way towards the door, through the mass of wildly dancing people with hair that makes Sorin wince, he isn’t a prude by any means but rainbow coloured hair strikes him as a bit much, and it hurts his eyes.
Of course, the club is very crowded, and about a minute or two after they start pushing their way through they are surprisingly thrown together from hip to neck, a rather close position that makes Sorin feel both uncomfortable and yet rather elated, especially since Ianto is making no move to pull away despite the fact that there is space behind him.
Of course, it is at that point that Dancing Queen starts to play and the masses start to dance slightly slower, all grinning at each other in the near darkness.
“I hate this song” Ianto grinds out into his ear, sounding oddly (and pleasingly) short of breath.
“Mm” Sorin nods in a rather uncaring way, and pulls him closer.