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It was a warm evening, the sun not long set and the party atmosphere had hit the streets. Everyone seemed to be out, teenagers in ridiculous fashions standing gossiping in groups, couples were flocking at the cinema, tourists in standing around in miss-matched gear, staring up at unfamiliar signs in confusion...

JJ dogged his older cousin’s steps with a measure of apprehension. Some how the loud-mouthed redhead had convinced seemingly half the club to visit some godforsaken club downtown. JJ was slightly muzzy on the details at this point, weren’t they staff of such a club? Didn’t they in fact have those jobs to be getting on with tonight?

He quieted the voice, admitting there was a measure of jealousy there, his cousin was five minutes in town and already he knew everyone and everything without an effort…
He was happy to be out however, to be getting to know the place. Tai had lent him some… interesting gear, and he was almost prepared to admit he didn’t look completely silly by the time his roommate had finished with him.

JJ hung back and joined with the larger group as they walked, happy to be taking in the night air, and this was why he was one of the last to realize exactly what kind of place it was Niff had seen fit to bring them to..

Tai positively beamed at his handiwork as he ran another (platonic!) appraising eye over JJ. Yes, he indeed still had -the touch-. Amazing fashion sense, even when he was so very limited. The boy hadn't been able to fit in much.

He was surprised the one out in front that he'd heard referred to as Niff had managed to get more than one or two others to join him on his night out. Nodding his approval, the redhead slid a silver cigarette case from the back pocket of a pair of tight black slacks and lit up. He was very proud of the new boots he'd purchased just the other day. They were buttery soft black leather and came to mid thigh without looking overly outlandish. Perfect fit, even down to the slight heel they had at the bottom. Topping it off with a fine white shirt with a little ruffle about the low V neckline and sleeves, he felt quite prepared for whatever the night might bring.

The food was good, but in Hae-min's opinion, her company sucked. And that just ruined the appeal of the food, so she had been pushing it around her plate and tuning her brother out. The location sucked, too, but that was a different manner she didn't even want to think about. At least this dress was nice and relatively hanbok-like. (It was a navy blue qipao, but she wasn't particularly aware of that.)

"Hae-min! Are you even listening to me? I am talking to you. Over here. Hey. Hey. Don't you ignore me." She ignored him and put her fork down, fully intending to stare out one of the blackened windows until Tae-yul decided he was bored. This worked quite well until a piece of a roll bounced off the side of her head.

And that was it. Unlike the rather embarrassing incident the other day, when she hadn't had her cell phone and didn't even know her address, she could get home if she so chose. "You not have to throw roll at me," she said firmly, standing and walking out the door. She was closing it behind her when she spotted a large crowd led by a man who looked like he'd stepped off the cover of some American romance novel. Even with the strange mixture of curiosity, pity and disgust aroused by that outfit, she might have turned away to call home.

Except she'd spotted two people she knew, and since she could see Tae-yul through another very black window in the door, Hae-min decided it was a lot safer to lose herself in a crowd. Especially since Brad looked like he was walking to his funeral. "Brad," she called out with a big smile. "And Remi! I so happy see you!" She quite cheerfully joined them at the back of the group.

Xan prayed. He prayed when he got dressed, when walking out the door, when all the others began greeting each other. He was praying now as the strange kidlet next to him chomped on his Snickers bar and holding ... a stuffed toy? He just prayed. This was far out of his field of comfort, going to clubs with a group of people some he barely knew. Dressed as casually as he would allow, he had on dark blue acid wash jeans, white long sleeved shirt buttoned half way down his chest (courtesy of Tai), his locket poked out from underneath and tan Timberland boots. He left his Stetson at home and oopted for his high ponytail (also courtesy of Tai). Looking to his left he couldn't help sighing and sending yet another prayer to the heavens. "Lord help me..."


The kidlet refered to was none other than Cada, who was content with bouncing happily while indulging himself with a snickers candy bar. He had eaten a good portion of it during the groups jaunt to the club. Cada had opted for something rather outlandish in clothing, wearing those candy necklaces and braclets, a few glow in the dark accessories and a ringpop all to top off his black coveralls with one strap unhooked, over a white tee shirt. This was preperation for the club atmosphere (he thought there would be a black light effect). Still he walked suprisingly silent more eager to save his energy for the party rather than waste it on the walk over.

The grim expression he wore very likely looked like someone had died...or was going to shortly. Brad knew everyone in the vicinity save for two, the vampire and the candy-fiend. By the looks of them, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be too personable, but that would defeat the whole purpose of coming, wouldn't it? He cast a faint but not entirely pleasant smile at JJ and Thanatos as they walked, shaking his head to himself. Poor Xan...but it was his own doing, anyway.

He was going to resign himself to making Kenta miserable when he heard his name. Indigo eyes swept over the streets, lighting upon a figure he knew quite well. "Hae-min," he rumbled a greeting, extending a hand to her in greetings, "you look lovely." It was all very casual, but inwardly he was resisting the urge to scoop the woman into his arms and thank her for breaking the tension that laced through parts of the group. He stooped down, whispering playfully, "You're not lost, are ya?" It was all he said to the young woman, not wanting to butt Remi out of the saving grace she presented.

His attention shifted briefly to Niff, drawing out his ID without really thinking along with the appropriate money (for himself and Hae-min, it was habit and happened without a second thought). It was only once he was inside and got an eyeful of smoke, oogling men and naked bodies (that were not all of the female persuasion) that he realized what a horrible mistake he had made.

The man had already lost sight of her in the throng of smoke as everyone came in. Damnit. He hung out near the doorway to make sure he could turn her around or escort her out if she so wished, crossing his arms and looking almost as surly as the bodyguards.

The look on his face seemed to brighten instantly, as if someone had exclaimed 'Ah, there is life!' and it had happened, when Hae-min suddenly appeared. He was already quite good friends with the young woman, and he was likely the person he most got along with. They had similar interest, similar habits... and they just got along. Of course, neither were hard to get along with to begin with. "Hae-min!" he exclaimed happily, his bright look being shown to Brad, because once it was there, it obviously was not going to go away. Besides, he liked Brad. He was a perfectly fine person, and very polite and kind. Sometimes it seemed if people had issues with Brad, or at least where ever Brad was there seemed to be yelling... but Remi dismissed that easily. He liked going on his own opinions of people, and Brad was definitely 'okay' in his book. Of course, nearly everybody was 'okay' in his book, so it wasn't nearly exceptional as it would be in Mr. Antisocialantinice.

"I'm so glad to see you, too. I missed you so much! What have you been up to?" Of course he was eager to jump into a conversation with his lovely friend, and Brad too. In fact, he'd like to get the chance to talk to everybody at once, but since that would be rather chaotic he would have to settle to talking to two or three people at a time. He wasn't a terribly bright person, so he could only handle so much before becoming overwhelmed. Besides, some of these people could be rightly described as... eccentric, or at least unusual.

He vaguely heard that he was supposed to pull out his I.D., and so he did, and shortly after he was ushered inside of the club. Unconsciously he had pressed closer to Hae-min, because he firmly believed in the buddy system, and he claimed Hae-min as his buddy. It was packed, and it wasn't a good kind of packed. The atmosphere was stuffy, and he could see smoke coiling its deadly tendrils around the people, tenderly carressing their victims. All right, so he didn't like this place. With half-naked people added to the mixture, he was made even more uncomfortable.

"Hae-min?" He glanced to his side, hoping he hadn't lost her, because he would cry if he got separated from her. Well, he wouldn't cry, but he would become quite distressed if he didn't find somebody he knew to cling to. Remi wasn't fond of this place, that much was clear, so he needed some moral support through this escapade.

Kenta sighed a little and looked around, since that was really the only thing he could do at that time. Handing some money out for the entrance he blinked at the sudden envelope of smoke and coughed a little at the aroma of alcohol that entered his nose at the second he entered the place. He closed his eyes and took the time to recollect the reasons of why exactly he was there.

The young man glanced at where he was and his purple eyes widened because of the sudden inflow of flesh. He stood there frozen for a second before retreating near the entrance, and that was when he spotted Brad. And at that second, he hadn't been more happy to see the man, but as his eyes lingered he saw that the host was accompanying a woman, a pretty girl actually, but she did not really seem to be the type to hang out in this club, let alone, Brad.

He shrugged, well, that was why he was here anyway, to make more friends and to.... socialize. At least attempt to anyways.

The other people in the group proceeded to go deeper into the club, seemingly excited and ready for action. Kenta on the other hand was really unsure and confused at all the yelling, chatting and dancing. It seemed like this night was going to be a night of confusion for the young man. Looking away from the array of dancers he used his hands to cover his face, looking like a child in the process. He stayed in his place, as if glued to it and being close to the entrance meant that he could go out and escape this any time, and he felt a little-- comfortable? Though he spoke to soon. He then spotted a few girls looking at him suggestively. His polite instincts kicked in and he bowed his head a little to the said women. Oh this is going to be disastrous.