|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2013 17:03:01 GMT
All the oldies and the goldies playing on the radio, they don't make me feel as good as you do. It had been such a long time since he'd actually been in a club, and even longer since he'd let himself dance. Usually he'd sit at the bar, dragging Marlene with him for the purpose of dragging him home when he (as always) had drank to much to stand. He'd sit, drinking, and staring at all the men that would walk by. It was lively, though, tonight felt a bit different. Sitting at the bar though, he was already on his second drink. Gin and tonics had always been his favourite. Favourite, meaning they did the job well enough.
My Friday night gurus. When he actually heard the line, he smiled. And for whatever reason, he got up from his lonely seat at the bar and moved his way into the middle of the crowd. Hopefully, he thought, no one he knew would be here. Mainly Erik, that would be... Less than appealing to explain.
Within a few minutes, the smile hadn't left his face. He felt electric as he danced among the other men, liberally touching a few of them; none seemed to mind, but enjoyed the attention, and that made it much better. For once, he was enjoying himself and the guilt hadn't begun to set in yet. It usually did around the fourth drink, that pathetic feeling. Maybe he'd stop at three tonight, maybe. He didn't care at the moment though, as his shirt fell to the floor.
coded by electric of gangnam style |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 4:50:04 GMT
Noah didn't really know how he'd found himself at the club, he'd just been wandering around like usual when a few girls had plucked him from the side of the road and dragged him here with them.
It was only a short time before they grew bored of him and ditched him at the bar by himself. For the first little while he found himself awkwardly sitting alone fiddling with his fingers and drinking water. It was a great opportunity to observe other people but it was late and already he could imagine his father's rage. How long would he be locked alone in his room this time? A few days? A week?
A man appeared at his side, lust in his eyes and cash in hand. Noah refused his invitation at first, but was lured by the idea of getting drunk and "loosening up" a bit. Four drinks and a half hour later he found himself on the dance floor. How did I get here? Did it matter? His head throbbed to the beat of the music, Noah's body moving in time with the rhythm. His laughter felt far away and the fuzzy sensation in his head made him giggly.
He'd lost the man somewhere in the crowd early on, but it didn't bother him at all. A girl tripped in her high heels, shoving Noah backward into another body. He reached out and grabbed the arm attached to said person, chuckling and leaning into their warmth. "Heheh, sorry about that~"
|
@southie
NOTES:: idek, the poor guy is like, getting drunk for the first time |
|
|
|
|
demigod
with 311 posts
|
| we were raised kings of nowhere |
|
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 27, 2013 2:21:37 GMT
Angel liked clubbing, because it involved quite a few of his favourite things. Things like wearing skimpy clothes, things like getting smashed, things like grinding among a mass of sweaty, drunken men. They were his favourite things to do, and he was trying to do them all at once.
He was on his way back to the bar for another drink when he forgot what he was doing and where he was going.
Oh well.
He was in the middle of the dancefloor, there was a good song playing, there was still alcohol in his system, and there was nothing to do but dance.
Actually, he wanted another drink, now that he thought about it. He stumbled in his heels, grabbing a fistful of cloth to catch himself. Or rather, to pull someone else down with him.
"Watch it!" He snarled at the white-haired man - he looked like a homeless guy snuck in, no taste and no manners. Angel wrinkled his nose, wiping his hand off on his pants pointedly. [attr="class","victoria"] | @southie |
coded by electric of gangnam style [newclass=.victoria img]height:60px;width:60px;padding:2px;border:1px solid #E82572;margin:10px;[/newclass] |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 2:38:16 GMT
He wanted, no needed another drink, or so he thought. As his hands wandered over the skin of the other men near him, he had forgotten that Marlene wasn't here to carry him home after. Maybe because tonight she'd been sleeping so quietly. So he'd snuck out on his own. Hopefully she wasn't awake when he got home. Because after a few drinks Aeron usually forgot the... The no sex on the couch rule, and at that point he'd barely be able to make it to his room (more or less home) without some type of bruise for it in the morning. Plus he didn't want to be scolded. Marlene's form of scolding varied, and he'd rather avoid it. Last time he argued with her her was ugly. He'd ended up being punched in the stomach. God damn, she hit hard.
He laughed as he watched a few people around him drop to the floor, breaking away from the arms wrapped around his stomach at the moment. Wobbling a bit as he walked toward the toppled pile, he noticed the white haired boy on top of what appeared to be a girl in high heels. "Who the fuck wears high heels to a club?" he blurted out, giving them a weird look. He extended his hand down to the white haired boy with a smile, "Why don't you come dance with me?"
In that moment Aeron had picked his toy for the night. His hand remained extended, all 6'3 of him just hovering over them. God, he was a cutie, Aeron thought. But at this point, his face was so flushed that a drunken blush wouldn't even be noticeable.
coded by electric of gangnam style |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 7:06:15 GMT
Noah's head spun and he was partially blinded by the flashing lights Disoriented he tried to stand after being knocked down, only to fumble over his elbows and flop down on top of the girl again. He squirmed and giggled against the other body, his hood falling half over his face.
"I said I was sorry miss~" he choked out between giggles. Noah's palms pressed into her chest when he tried again to get up. His world flip flopping around him he failed, apologizing a second time. "You know, you're not much of a woman after all- or is that rude?" His face twisted into confusion, but his thin attention was drawn by the sight of another man approaching.
The man towered above them hand outstretched. He took the hand gracelessly, hauling himself up and stepping on something soft as he lurched forward into the man, wrapping his hands around him and looking over his shoulder at the girl. He smiled sheepishly. "M'bad."
His hood had fallen back to reveal more of his flushed face, the rest of his sweater hanging half off his body to reveal a naked shoulder. When did he take his shirt off? "My hero~." He took the tall man's arm. Using the arm to hold himself upright Noah hid half of his body behind him. "Don't let the scawy lady hit me kay?" he said giggling.
|
NOTES:: haha, his hero //dies |
|
|
|
|
demigod
with 311 posts
|
| we were raised kings of nowhere |
|
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 5, 2013 21:32:14 GMT
He hit the ground with a thump and the air being knocked from his lungs, wedged between the sticky floor and the giggling idiot who'd tripped him.
Angel groaned, trying to sit up and regain his breath before the idiot slumped back on top of him. For fuck's sake he couldn't even get up properly. He let out an irritated snarl, trying to shove him off.
His lip curled at mister tall, dark and shirtless' interjection, though he lit up a bit at the prospect of a dance. He had to mean Angel - right? He couldn't want anything to do with the fuckin - he had to be kidding.
This all felt like a cruel joke, a slapstick comedy that Angel was the butt of. His happy buzz was a drunken fury as he finally managed to sit up after a few more insults to injury.
Heels in a club weren't all that practical. But they gave a few inches of height -and they made his ass look great - but that was besides the point.
He was too angry to be intimidated. And nobody was going to hit a 'girl'. Hopefully. Angel didn't care either way.
"Oh, I'll fucking kill you - sorry my ass." He snarled, trying to shove past the taller man. | [attr="class","victoria"] | @southie |
coded by electric of gangnam style [newclass=.victoria img]height:60px;width:60px;padding:2px;border:1px solid #E82572;margin:10px;[/newclass] |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 11:38:41 GMT
Not knowing how it was possible, someone here was actually drunker than he was for once. The white haired boy hung off of him now. Aeron smiled at his drunken giggling. When his hood had fallen back to reveal his face, he was even more pleased with his choice in plaything for the night. Turning back, he stared at the sprawled mess on the floor. He never had understood why women went to gay clubs anyway. A sense of security, possibly? It didn't really matter at the moment.
Without even blinking his hand was on the other's bare shoulder, arm wrapping around his back. He had pulled him closer to his side, still allowing a small part to be hidden behind him. Why was blondie so pissed anyway? Even he had heard the stream of apologies, sincere or not, they were still there. "Heroes like me don't come free." he grinned as he replied. A hero, him of all people? The notion itself was laughable. "Don't worry, you'll be safe with me, promise." he said with a wink.
"I think you'd be on the floor before you could try." he said. Even the heels didn't bring them up past Aeron's chest. Maybe if he'd been thinking before he continued, he wouldn't have caused even more of an issue. But of course not. Marlene wasn't here to guide him like a puppy. Without her, fuckups were nothing short of every other sentence, or motion. As the blonde tried to shove past him, he stepped in front of them, still holding onto Noah tightly. "I think you're the one owing an apology."
Little known, even to Marlene, Aeron had a white knight complex to rival a god when he had been drinking. It was either the complex, or he'd be a crying mess on the floor. It was almost always the latter, but no no, not tonight.
coded by electric of gangnam style |
|
