Post by Max Xandex on Jan 15, 2012 21:46:09 GMT -5
Max shrugged out of his coat as he arrived in Club 87. It was extremely warm inside already, he didn't need it. He left it on a chair and ordered a drink, just a soda at the present time since he wanted to enjoy being with Warren for a while before getting blasted, if he chose to do that at all.
He looked around at the gathering crowd, all of them here to dance, meet people, enjoy the band and each other's company. That was why he was here as well. To enjoy the company of Warren. He'd invited him to come dancing, drinking (if he chose to) and to just hang out in the club, since Max knew it was his favorite place to go when he wanted a night out. Max wanted a night out, himself. He was bored, and needed to get out of the house tonight.
He sat down on his coat, looking up at the ceiling and grinning. The lights were totally cool in this corner. Purple, red, blue, green. All revolving around his dark hair, making it look like a rainbow on a glossy black sheet. He'd been told the effect was kind of eerie, like he had a multicolored effect in his hair. He didn't really care about that, he just liked the lights. They gave him artistic muse, and the patterns that they threw on the walls in this corner made him think of Warren each and every time.
Speaking of whom... Max turned his head, scanning the room for his partner. He missed him when they weren't together, and was getting antsy for the blond to arrive at the club. Finally he saw the familiar shock of blond roaming through the crowd, and stood up, smiling and standing where he'd be seen, even though he was easily blocked by anyone that passed him, he was so thin.
"Hello, handsome," he whispered to the blond boy, even though he was sure that Warren still couldn't hear him from that far away.
He looked around at the gathering crowd, all of them here to dance, meet people, enjoy the band and each other's company. That was why he was here as well. To enjoy the company of Warren. He'd invited him to come dancing, drinking (if he chose to) and to just hang out in the club, since Max knew it was his favorite place to go when he wanted a night out. Max wanted a night out, himself. He was bored, and needed to get out of the house tonight.
He sat down on his coat, looking up at the ceiling and grinning. The lights were totally cool in this corner. Purple, red, blue, green. All revolving around his dark hair, making it look like a rainbow on a glossy black sheet. He'd been told the effect was kind of eerie, like he had a multicolored effect in his hair. He didn't really care about that, he just liked the lights. They gave him artistic muse, and the patterns that they threw on the walls in this corner made him think of Warren each and every time.
Speaking of whom... Max turned his head, scanning the room for his partner. He missed him when they weren't together, and was getting antsy for the blond to arrive at the club. Finally he saw the familiar shock of blond roaming through the crowd, and stood up, smiling and standing where he'd be seen, even though he was easily blocked by anyone that passed him, he was so thin.
"Hello, handsome," he whispered to the blond boy, even though he was sure that Warren still couldn't hear him from that far away.