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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[loltraitorlol]

Starscream did not so much walk into Dancitron as saunter. He did, after all, own half of the establishment, even if it was only in an administrative position (after all, he had to run StarWave Industries). He was dressed in a snappy white suit with pale silver pinstripes, paired with a red dress shirt, golden tie, blue gloves and blue shoes, complete with a black fedora. Somehow, he made the look work, and work well.

The bouncers didn't even bother to card him, simply giving him the slightest of nods. He easily crossed the dance floor, slipping through the dancing revelers like a silver snake before sliding over to the bar.

"High grade energon, if you would," he said. In truth it was a code word for a drink - a neon pink concoction in a cube-shaped glass, complete with a glowing ice cube inside. The drink had just the slightest lacings of jalapeno syrup to give it a kick.

He sat back and watched the crowd, eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

and this is why ILU Starscream

[hackeralastair]

Well, that entrance was hard to ignore. Alastair glanced at whoever had bumped into him to see that they had moved out of the way of the newcomer. A bit of a smurk curved his lips; that had to be one of the 'bots. Ostentatious abuse of human clothing design? Oh yes.

The next song in the set happened to be one that annoyed him, so he eased out of the crowd and left the dance floor, wanting to go up and meet this guy. As Alastair came closer, the glowing eyes were the cincher. He figured his guess was safe. "And you must be Starscream..."

:3

[loltraitorlol]

"Indeed," he said, sipping his drink. "And you must be Alastair, yes?"

The song was slightly irritating to him as well. "Must not be Soundwave tonight. He generally has far better taste..."

[hackeralastair]

"That's right," Alastair smirked before leaning over the bar and flagging the guy down for a bottled water. Not that he really needed to behave himself, but he was simply thirsty. "Eh, I bet not even Soundwave can sit and DJ for hours on end every single night. No matter how much he loves the music."

two tags for the price of one with permission

[the_grimheaper]

Sho himself was dressed in a black sleevless shirt with some jeans he had thrown together along with chains around his neck and pants. He enjoyed having fun and goofing off, so this was his kind of place!

His Leto had arrived with him, agreeing to tag along. Sho was already trying to drag to the bar, since dancing wasn't his taste.

"his Leto" lmao <3

[suck_it_irulan]

Leto was not quite used to the dancing styles of this era just yet - honestly, at times it looked more like the dancers were flirting with the beginning of a Spice orgy, but that wasn't exactly a bad thing - so he wasn't really resisting being pulled to the bar at all.

He also wasn't used to the intricacies of club fashion, so he might have been standing out a little in his brown leather trousers and slightly Renaissance Faire-looking white shirt, though at least he'd left the top few buttons undone. He was glad of the opportunity to observe what was more... socially acceptable, so to speak. These 't-shirts' were interesting things.

lol caught my spelling error

[the_grimheaper]

Sho couldn't honestly care about dancing, he had better ways of capturing attention to himself. And being too absorbed in other duties like his art and back home, his job as one of the gods of death.

He sits himself on a bar stool and orders his first drink, expecting Leto to follow suit.

[suck_it_irulan]

Leto sits on a bar stool next to Sho and looks over the drinks. He's been here a while, but is still unfamiliar with the variety of alcohol available. Usually it's safe enough to order a beer, though then the issue of brands comes up and he has to pick one, but in this club it seems that the drinks on offer are a little different. And besides, some of them look interesting, and he should try new things. So he orders a martini to start with.

"This is the first time I've been to one of these clubs. We did not really have anything like it on Arrakis." Or indeed, on any of the other planets in the known universe in his time.