Prompt 19, Ignore
Prompt 19 - Ignore
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A/N- You will never convince me other than my head!canon that Marco went a little wild after the war… And that were was only ever one other Animorph that would have joined him in this. Warning, *ONE* swear word. Reviews are love, even if it's only a favorite line.
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We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways
Raise Your Glass, Pink
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The club was predictably dark, and the mass of people below him on the dance floor pulsed to the thumping back beat from the hidden speakers in a jumbled assortment of anonymity and pheromones.
All in all, just another average night on the town not so different from any other one for him this week, in whatever suddenly trending location his press agent insisted he be seen at. The young, the rich, and the beautiful (or those simply who hoped to regain the first or snag either of the latter two) rubbed shoulders- and a great deal more- in the flashing lights and machine-pumped fog.
A few minutes prior he had opted to ditch his usual entourage of desperate hangers-on for the relative peace and debatable quiet of an upper tier of the establishment, suddenly inexplicably sick of the desperation clothed as manufactured happiness that had surrounded him.
How very like Tobias, he mused, swirling the remainder of his current drink around in its glass. Find the highest possible thermal and observe the rest of humanity going on with your own active participation.
But Marco didn't really want to think about Bird Boy at the moment- voluntarily alone in the world without any of them when Tobias could have been living it up on the constant free lunch- as it were- of humanity's appreciation-
Rather like Marco's own best friend was currently also not doing.
Marco downed his drink with a grimace- it burned all the way down, although not nearly as much as his prior ones over the last few hours. He leaned forward against the guard rails, and his head spun slightly from his constant earlier indulgence.
God damn it.
He was young, alive, successful, had the entire fucking world at his feet and he refused to feel guilty about any of that. The rest of the remaining Animorphs didn't understand- this was what heroes and victors were supposed to be doing, reveling (modestly or not) in the spoils of their success, not stagnating anti-socially or plowing forward with further do-gooding fueled mainly by their own guilt.
Rachel, however, would have understood. Vivacious, energetic- the paparazzi lenses would have locked on her with the precision of heat seeking missiles or a hawk's jealous gaze and she would have blazed sparkled in the limelight.
Rachel would be one of the girls brave (or drunk enough, but not desperate or slutty like a majority of them; Rachel was everything the opposite of easy) who were currently scaling the tiered, raised sections of the dance floor below and gyrating with abandon on the small, personal stages. The spotlights would have stopped specifically on her, and she would have tossed her hair and laughed at the attention.
Hell, she would have easily eclipsed him in the public's gaze anywhere they might have gone- would have effortlessly without breaking either a sweat or a nail in the process- if she hadn't died alone nearly two years ago in a plan that in all reality hadn't been necessary. Instead Rachel, their own warrior princess in all but leather skirt and shining chakram, had exited the stage in the final act- stealing the remainder of Tobias's lines and dimming Jake's spotlight on her way out. Even Cassie wouldn't discuss her former best friend and near perfectly scripted foil once the final curtain had fallen-
And he really had had too much to drink tonight.