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[liteanotherone]

WHO: Hokuto Umeda lightanotherone, MATT lungrot and anyone else who's interested.
WHAT: Having a few drink and possible dancing.
WHERE: Babylon, an underground gay bar.
WHEN: Late evening

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[darkbroncho]

Dino was a little worried about coming out by himself and not taking Yamamoto with him. But, he had to watch the sushi resturant and then had other matters to attend to. Giving Yamamoto his personal space was important to Dino, so he had decided to go a head and come with the other males that were going to this club.

Stepping out he for once was in a more laid back attire of what he usually wore. He had a pair of kakhi's and a white tank-top with his jacket with the wool on the collar on. He just chuckle and rubbed a hand through his blond hair as he noticed a few men gathering as he stood straighter. Let go of stuff and just have fun.. He reminded himself.

Recognizing Umeda, hesitantly Dino approached. "Hey."

[lungrot]

Matt barked a laugh. "Yeah? Sounds like a grand time." Far from being a lightweight, the redhead could down his fair share of alcohol in a night. It would be interesting to see who'd be able to chug more, but now just wasn't the time. Besides ; he had business to attend to this week, and though Matt rarely put work before play, this wasn't a job he could afford to blow. Being struck by a hangover the next morning was not something he wanted to deal with.

Though he didn't really agree with Umeda's statement, the redhead didn't bother arguing. Instead, he shrugged, putting up little resistance against their shift in positions. He'd put up with the older man leading for now, until he felt he had the upper hand. No use trying too hard when the other seemed perfectly content with the way things were, right? He arched against the other, ratty smoke-permeated t-shirt sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.

[liteanotherone]

"You weren't kidding when you said you don't dance, were you?" Umeda asked, leaning in to Matt, his lips brushing Matt's ear. The doctor wasn't a moron, and he could see that Matt really wasn't about to start dancing. "Perhaps we should skip the quaint game of cat and mouse, get a few more drinks then head someplace else?"

There was no doubt in Umeda's mind that Matt knew where this was leading, and frankly, he didn't care. He knew what Matt was and had an idea of why the red head had shown interest in the first place.

[lungrot]

"Woah. You sure catch on fast, don't you?" The red head quipped, almost smug. Umeda didn't have to suggest they get more drinks twice, the other already heading back to the bar without so much as a second glance towards the dance floor. Games were great and all that, but when it came down to it, Matt really wasn't one to beat around the bush ; if they were here to drink, then he would drink. And for what would come next, well-- might as well get it over with, right? No use prolonging it longer than they needed to. Booze and fuck and leave; it was familiar stuff, all right.

Propping rubbed-raw elbows against the counter, Matt ordered a second beer, careful not to stare at the tender's outfit too much. Leather, he laughed. It was too good. He was pretty sure he knew someone who'd fit right in with this crowd...