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Jack Martingale: Look. Sometimes you win BIG at work, and you just wanna go out and get hammered.
And sometimes you wanna do that, but you're sober and would like to actually remember the evening, and so you make your excuses to the other union members who are definitely going out to drink and celebrate, and text that guy you've been seeing on and off. Ask him to meet you at a dance club just outside the Gayborhood.
Jack hasn't even had time to change out of his work clothes, his dress pants and dark green button-down looking pretty out of place with everyone in their clubwear. At the very least, he's rolled the sleeves up past the elbows, and unbuttoned it halfway down his chest, but there's only so much he can do. He's texted Aurelio that he'll be inside, and indeed he is out on the dance floor with someone or other. The music is loud, the colored lights moving and shifting, creating a dark but energized atmosphere that Jack seems to be utterly delighting in. The fresh scent of his mantle is apparent even on the other side of the room, mixing with the light scent of spilled alcohol and the press of bodies.
Aurelio Menegi: There had been a bit of back and forth between the two Lost when it came to the proper attire for such an evening, and after a rather eye-opening Google search Aurelio found something in his closet that he hoped would be sufficient.
The Torrent made his way into the club not long after the last text was sent, the combination of his above average height and the contrast of white marble against the all-black ensemble making him easy to spot. Dark eyes - or ice blue, to the other Lost - scanned the room, looking for the man of the hour.
Jack Martingale: It takes Jack a bit to notice Aurelio, if only because he's focused on his current dance partner - someone in a cropped holographic top and matching shorts. But when the flash of white marble catches his eye he makes his excuses, trailing his hand down the other dancer's arm before he makes his way through the crowd.
"Hey, handsome," he says with a grin, his cheeks smudged and scribbly, and slides his hands over the other Changeling's shoulders. "Hope this isn't too out there for you."
Aurelio Menegi: Aurelio smiled at Jack's approach, giving the Darkling a proper once-over. "Buona sera. It's...different, but not bad."
Jack Martingale: "Mmmm..." Jack hums and stands on tiptoe to press a soft kiss against Aurelio's lips. "Well. Welcome to EONS, I guess," he says when he pulls away, both his arms draped over the man's shoulders now. "I am gonna go get - they make really good lemonade here? For some reason? It's one of the reasons I like it here, I don't feel like I gotta get a cocktail to have a good drink. Figure it'll be easier for you to warm up with a drink than going straight into dancing, mm?"
Aurelio Menegi: Aurelio leaned down enough to make that kiss easier to manage, the smile still on his face as Jack looped his arms around his shoulders. "Good to know. And...probably." He spared the dance floor a brief glance. "What dancing I did do before wasn't like this."
Jack Martingale: "Oh yeah?" Jack follows his gaze to the dance floor before pulling away just enough to lead him toward the bar. "I...guess this is fairly new in the history of...the world," he says with a small smile, before turning to the bartender and ordering a lemonade. "D'you want anything?" He leans with his back against the bar, showing off despite his relatively conservative dress.
Well, maybe not so conservative, his shirt is nearly open to his waist...
Aurelio Menegi: "Mmm...more formal, for sure." He nodded, asking the bartender for a stinger before settling in at the bar beside Jack. "Willing to try it, though."
Jack Martingale: "You get to experience folks touching when they danced, or was that after your time?" Jack cants his head. "God, I can't imagine the culture shock, t'be honest."
Aurelio Menegi: "Some, yes. Arm around the waist and whatnot, things like that." He smirked a touch at the comment that followed, nodding quietly. "It was worse when I first got back. Barely left our stronghold there for the first few months."
Jack Martingale: Jack winces in sympathy, and takes his lemonade from the bar to drink. His other hand slides around Aurelio's waist. "Well. 'S a little different," he says with a grin. "More freeform, at least, and...well. No issue with getting close." He gestures to a couple who are exchanging increasingly intense kisses as they dance together.
TBC
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