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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Spotting Alastair, he grinned, walking over to him. Jean-Paul was wearing a tight black t-shirt and looser jeans. "Alastair! Sorry if I'm a bit early. That's the price you pay for inviting a super-speedster with an open schedule."
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One song was just mixing into the next as he stepped down onto the dance floor, trusting in JP to be right behind him. The night was already off to a good start, it looked like. Alastair fell right into step with the music, swaying his hips just a little.
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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.
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He sashayed up with a smirk. "Hiding out in the dark, are we?"
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"Besides, I told you. I didn't come here to dance."
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He needed this. He needed to just forget about Crow; that idiot had hated him anyway, and even if he might have a chance someday of making up with Yuusei--not that he really wanted to--there was no way he and Crow could ever make up. He could see that now.
It still pissed him off that the 'porter kept taking his family away. At least it hadn't taken Saitou.
Kiryu shook his head, moving toward the bar. He would get pleasantly drunk, and forget about the idiot, and enjoy himself.
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"Hey~ Having fun?"
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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.
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"So, busy night, huh? Kekekek!"
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"So? Who else showed?"
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"Alastair, of course. That chucklin' kid Bakura, a dude named Kiryu..." He frowned, "No featherbrain yet. He better not have fuckin' bailed on us."
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