Jul. 3rd, 2017 04:15 pm
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There was a point in Danny's life where he could easily draw a line and say that was the past, and this was the future. Or maybe it was more a matter of what kind of person he was, versus who he could be if he wanted to be something more. Either way, it all boiled down to pre Alex and post Alex. Danny had gone from a life of drugs, drink, and as much debauchery as any human could handle, to a life that was almost domestic and normal. ...Then, of course, there had been post-post Alex. A strange pocket of time spent unraveling mystery after mystery, all while swimming in uncertainty and terror- Like Nancy Drew trapped in some sort of conspiracy theory filled snuff porn.
Life in a post, post Alex world was just chaos, and a sinking feeling of dread that hung about just close enough to always be felt. It had left him an even bigger mess than he'd been before they'd met. Though he supposed it would be odd if he'd somehow come out of it all as a well adjusted, functioning member of society. You don't wade that deep in the government's bullshit and come out better for it. You just didn't.
What had happened with Jack the other week, and the confession from Hex that had followed soon after, had left him on edge all over again. Danny found himself fearing a repeat of everything that had happened with Alex- And though that should have meant he was more vigilant than ever, the hopelessness that had come after learning the truth about the death of last lover lingered on even now, and rather than fight or prepare for war, Danny did what Danny did best. ...He fucked off and got fucked up.
There were certain things you couldn't take when you were on HIV meds. Technically he shouldn't have been taking anything, but if you knew how to walk the tightrope, it wasn't so bad. The blues were fine, powder was alright, but the reds were right out. They'd make him crash hard, and getting your stomach pumped on a Sunday night wasn't anyone's idea of a party. He was buzzing though, two shots of vodka, one of the blues, two lines... Pulse was a bit quick but that was alright, that was fine. Everything was fine. 
Everything was great.
He didn't know who was dancing with, but they were warm and they moved just right. They moved exactly right, and Danny was so good at this. He didn't have a single life skill you could put on a bloody resume, but he could do this. He was king of the fucking club scene, darling. He was swagger and lust, and as the bpm got higher, so did he, never missing a single beat.
"You're bloody brilliant," he told his dance partner, leaning in and speaking right in their ear. "Buy me a drink?"
(OTA, late tags and slow time super welcome! Danny is stoned out of his skull, but in a good mood. ...Yay? Feel free to kill his buzz or encourage this wicked behaviour.)
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Date: 2017-07-03 10:15 pm (UTC)
kersen: (male: wet)
From: [personal profile] kersen
Kersen had hardly been paying attention to who he was dancing with; he'd had a fair amount to drink already, and had found himself just kind of pulled into it as he'd crossed the dance floor. But it was fun, and he was good - whoever he was.

"Sure," he said, and grabbed the guy's hand, silver and purple bangle bracelets clanging together above perfectly manicured sparkly purple nails. He was all leather and glitter tonight, though his eye makeup was the masterpiece of the ensemble.

Sometimes he just felt like going dancing at a gay club. Sometimes he just wanted to appreciate that he could go dancing at a gay club. That this was a thing that existed, and it was okay. Existing. Exactly as he was.

Date: 2017-07-03 11:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
Kersen smiled at him, getting a better look at him now that they were away from all those people. He was cute. Great smile.

"I guess I wasn't out there as long as you," he lied. "So what can I get you to drink?"

Date: 2017-07-04 12:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"Done," said Kersen, and signaled the bartender. He ordered the vodka coke and a whiskey neat, then turned back to the guy.

"I'm Kersen."

Date: 2017-07-04 12:25 am (UTC)
kersen: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kersen
Kersen smiled brightly in response to that. "Why thank you, honey." He almost said something about the clubs of the eighties, and then realized that he wasn't supposed to have been alive then. "You're right, I'm not here too often. I have my own club, so I'm there most nights... it's nothing like this though. Quieter, less glitter."

Date: 2017-07-04 12:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
The drinks appeared on the bar, and Kersen handed Danny his.

"I felt like dancing," he said. "And see how well it worked out?"

Date: 2017-07-04 01:03 am (UTC)
kersen: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kersen
"Yeah, absolutely," Kersen said, though then waved at the bartender. "Toss me a bottle of water too, will you?"

Then he put a hand lightly on Danny's waist. "Let's go, I could use the fresh air."

Date: 2017-07-04 01:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"Sure," said Kersen. "Thank you. I didn't bring any with me, but a smoke does sound awfully good right now." He took one from him, and then leaned against the wall, propping one boot back against it.

Then he impulsively reached out and trailed his finger down a line of sweat on Danny's neck. "Hmmm I bet the air is nice."

Date: 2017-07-04 03:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"Are you feeling better?" Kersen asked, and took a long drag on his own cigarette, then let his head fall back against the wall as he looked up at the night sky briefly.

Date: 2017-07-04 03:00 pm (UTC)
kersen: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kersen
Kersen turned his head towards him and smiled. "You're a good dancer," he said.

Date: 2017-07-04 03:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"There's also a difference between dancing and just... dance floor foreplay," Kersen said, sounding amused.

"My place... it's a jazz club. Well, jazz club slash piano bar. Like I said, it's quieter. And the dancing is a bit more, ah... well. Dancing."

Date: 2017-07-04 04:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
"I guess you could say I'm an old soul," Kersen said. "Am I a hipster? Maybe I'm a hipster." He took another drag on the cigarette. "Also sometimes I dress in drag and sing. Am I not what you expected?"

Date: 2017-07-04 04:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kersen
Well he was right about one thing, Kersen did sleep all day...

Kersen turned a little towards him, reached out again and brushed Danny's hair behind his ear. "That would be a shame," he said.

Date: 2017-07-04 05:14 pm (UTC)
kersen: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kersen
Kersen hadn't done this in quite a while. It was always a risk, to pull random humans. But he was feeling good tonight... feeling in control. No reason he couldn't have a little fun, as long as he kept himself in check, right?

"Maybe just a few more minutes," he said, and turned to kiss him.
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