capeandcowllogs | Party all the time [semi-open]

WHO: Alastair, the 10th Floor Guys, and maybe others?
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Saturday night, after 8 pm
WARNINGS: might be some suggestive stuff? will edit if we get hideous
SUMMARY: Alastair is 20 today! It's time to go out, get drunk, and dance until dawn! Note: he didn't make any public announcement but he did go around telling certain people he's close to. Everyone in Hell Towers was invited directly. Anyone who saw him tell Weasel about his birthday is welcome to drop in, as are certain botcast who might be around Dancitron~. Tag yourself in!
FORMAT: everything, as you please

Of all the places he might have dreamed he would be by the time he was twenty...this was not even remotely on the map.

But Alastair was determined to make the most of it. It was getting close to his one-year anniversary of being in the City, and he had enough friends gathered around him to help make this night the best night in a long time. Dressed in his tightest leather pants and a slinky shirt with a low collar, he lounged against the railing overlooking the dance floor at Dancitron. If this club wasn't enough, there were a hundred others around the city, but he preferred to be here. Just in case he might run into other Imports. Certain Other Imports. For now, he was just glad to be with his "family," and his friends, prepared to cut lose and drop all inhibitions for the night. Everything was on the table.

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Alastair instantly straightened up and grabbed Bakura by the arm, dragging him along. It wasn't so much an invitation to do something couple-like, merely a change in activity. Something to do besides stand around by the cake. Besides, it was Alastair's contention that if he dragged his friend out onto the dance floor, both of them would get noticed and maybe he could hook Bakura up with another cute little twink who could show him a good time.

The pounding music was infectious, the beat almost irresistable. Alastair's hips were already swaying before he even got to a spot where he could stop, turn, and go for it. At least this time, Bakura didn't need a lot of cajoling to get him to join the crowd on the dance floor. Small steps forward.

Bakura near startled at the grab, stumbling at first before catching his feet.

The loud, thumping sound of the music added to the growing feeling of being in utterly over his head, which only got worse as his eyes seemed almost to be glued to Alastair's backside as he moved.

His eyes shot up instantly as Alastair turned and started to really dance and Bakura could feel his face heat up even more.

What on Earth was he even doing...

Very, very timidly he began moving a bit to the music, not having any idea what he was doing and quite the contrast to his brother-figure's motions.

By contrast, Alastair was not the least bit self-conscious or even aware of who might be watching. He intended for it to be everybody, anybody, as many as he could attract, but it was all for show at the moment. He closed his eyes and set to bouncing and writhing with the beat, oblivious to everything except the movements of his own body.

Eat your heart out, Dancitron.

Thank goodness the lighting wasn't especially bright or even. It was Bakura's sole saving grace, making it harder for him to stare and harder for Alastair to at all notice how strongly Bakura was wishing to be wearing a looser pair of jeans and a very long shirt right about then.

Alastair having his eyes closed helped a lot too. Maybe he should try that too...

But his eyes opened again seconds later. He was far too high strung to do that and with the atmosphere of the club, he couldn't even use any of the relaxation breathing or imagery Ben had taught him.

A couple of songs went by before one Alastair loathed got mixed in, so he determined it to be the perfect time to take a break and get back to their drinks. He cast a few flirty glances around to acknowledge ogling gazes being directed their way, and then tossed his head as a gesture for Bakura to follow. "C'mon," he shouted over the music, in Japanese, "this song sucks. Let's go sit down for a bit."

He started off without even waiting. He was already feeling fantastic, for being out with friends and having a good time. Truth be told, he really needed this.

Bakura followed, grateful for the break, already a little lightheaded and more than happy to put some space between him and the speakers.

He flopped down into a chair with a deep sigh, shoulders slumping before he gave Alastair a small smile. "I don't know how you do it."

Alastair pulled the cap off his beer bottle and gulped some down. "What? The dancing? Man, I'm only twenty," he laughed. "I'm not old or nothing. I've got plenty of energy to spare." He snickered boldly and took another sip.

Bakura gave a soft laugh. "Not the dancing... the confidence."

"Heh...I told you before, didn't I?" Alastair flopped into a chair facing Bakura. "I don't know, it's just who I am. It's how I've been for as long as I can remember." He was in too good a mood to think about his past, so he didn't even consider, much less mention, that being groomed by Dartz to be a top "swordsman" and potentially rebuild the world gave him and the others a complex, believing themselves superior to everyone else by nature. Nope, that wasn't on his mind at all.

He gestured a little with his bottle while he talked. "Nobody says you have to be all arrogant and cocky like I am to be confident in yourself. I mean, how many people look at me and just think I'm a jackass? Not 'confident.' There's all kinds of degrees, I guess." Alastair was rambling a little, but he was relaxed and comfortable - perfect for rambling.

Bakura gave a soft laugh, smiling fondly. "I don't think you're a jackass at all."

Alastair's smirk intensified. "You're biased," he accused. "I am so a jackass, when I want to be."

"And you're nice when you want to be," Bakura countered.

"Fine, fine." Alastair waved his hand dismissively. "I still think you're giving me way too much credit. At least I'm not a total bad guy anymore...I can still be a jerk and be good, right?" He laughed a bit at his own expense.

Bakura nodded. "Of course! Most heroes are," he teased gently.

"Oh, don't start with that." Alastair pointed with his bottle. "I am not a hero, you stop right there with that. You're way more of a hero than I am. By a long shot!"

"Aaa, not going into that!" Bakura laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "Just saying! It's not an uncommon thing!"

"I suppose." Alastair lounged back in his chair and sipped at his beer, his gray eyes flicking sideways to catch a less-than-subtle stare from a pair of girls near the railing. He snorted and turned his head away, clearly not at all interested. They could stare all they want, it wasn't what he was looking for.

"So! We've got all night to have fun. Just warning you, I plan to stay out real late~."

Bakura gave a small laugh. "I expected as much. I'm sure you'll outlast me by most the night!"

He was trying very hard to just focus on Alastair's face and sometimes his hands. He had caught a few eyes drifting his way, but wasn't at all comfortable with it. He'd much rather they'd keep their attention on Alastair, who obviously wanted it.

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