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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:59 am
"Why am I here?" Z's voice sounded mildly irritated as he followed Lucien out of the dark alleyway and onto the (relatively) brighter street leading up to Club Nevaeh. The irritation translated into his movements as the dark haired boy pulled out a cigarette and lit it with quick, sharp movements, taking a deep drag before exhaling out into the night. The TECHNICIAN had said they were 'going somewhere' earlier tonight, but 'somewhere' being Nevaeh was not something he'd expected.
While Z indulged frequently in drinks and loud music, the clubbing scene was really not to his taste - too many posers and not enough fun. And as for what passed for dancing in the club... the WEAPON shuddered, and growled. "Seriously, Lucien. Nevaeh?"
Lucien's green gaze was filled with amusement as he glanced over briefly before he shaking his head slowly in mock dismay. "Who would've thought that wild, notorious Z would shun a place with alcohol?" He knew full well that his partner hated the place, but Z owed him a favor, and he didn't feel like going in alone tonight. He also didn't feel like leaving alone tonight, but that was a different story altogether.
Smirking a little, he stepped into the bright circle of lights that was the entrance of the club. "You coming or not?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:10 am
Jared was so. damn. tired. It said a lot about a man when a girl calling him slightly drunk from a club had his hackles rising and dread flowing in his system. It said a lot, until you were told that the girl was his tech. Then... well. Then everything made sense. Pausing in front of the club, he scowled. The day had been a long one, and he had been looking forward to a quiet night in: Koh was supposed to have gone out to study, or something. Not drinking by herself in a club as large and dense as this one. Just how the hell was he supposed to find her in there now?
He looked around him wondering if maybe (desperately) she had listened to her own words when promising to meet him outside the club. No. No retarded drunk little tech. No annoying girl. He couldn't even remember what she had been wearing when she had left the house.
Worry clouded his mind. Worry at the thought of what she could get up to all alone.
coming in or not?
Turning, he spotted two familiar faces and couldn't help but ease of relief that flooded his stomach. "Lucien?" he called out.
All he had to do was throw the tech into the club and hope Zoe could smell bait.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:40 am
Screw this. Favor or not, this was not how he wanted to spend the night. The thought surfaced in Z's mind and he opened his mouth, "Not comi--" just as an unfamiliar voice from the side interrupted.
"Lucien?"
Whoever it was seemed to know his partner, and Z turned his head in time to see a frazzled looking brown haired boy standing near the door. Narrowing his eyes, he could just make out the stranger's look of relief as the pair stepped closer. Well, well, well. How interesting. Most people's reactions upon seeing his partner ranged from pleasure to lust to extreme friendliness, but relief was a new one.
Intrigued, Z took another drag from his cigarette and casually leaned a shoulder against the entrance to Nevaeh, his free hand gesturing towards the figure by the door. "Looks like you're wanted."
The voice calling his name was vaguely familiar... Jared. The amusement he heard in Z's voice and his partner's subsequent shift in attitude alerted Lucien to trouble even before he turned back, and noticed the relief on the other WEAPON's face.
Giving an inward sigh, and hoping that the cause for the relief he could see on Jared's face was not due to some reason that was related to the WEAPON's partner, he forced a smile to his face and raised a hand. "Jared! It's good to see you. What brings you here?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:47 am
He had never met Lucien's weapon before. Or at least, not formally. He knew who he was of course, and what he looked like (who didn't?) as well as what the newsletter said about him. Sort of kind of crazy, right? In a different way to Zoe, but one he could probably withstand nonetheless. Living with his partner made it so that he had a very high tolerance for anything out of the ordinary.
The real question was of course, how was he going to get the tech to help him out? The fact that he had enough pride to not want to beg was... probably not a very good thing. It spoke volumes that he was already considering it though, weighing the pros and cons of begging the man to enter the club with him to look for that brat. Still... hesitating, he grinned, almost sheepishly.
"Well, I've lost my partner."
There. He managed to get it out in one breath. He pointed inside the club, and looked between both the weapon and the technician. They couldn't leave him all by himself, could he?
"I'll explain inside." he said. "First rounds on me." he added. Alcohol might help. Heck. What he really wanted to do was tranq the man, throw him in and run in the other direction. But he supposed that Z's presence meant that it was probably out of the equation.
"Jared, by the way." he said, looking over at the other weapon. "It's nice to meet you." Might as well start off polite.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:50 am
Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it - the flicker of panic that had appeared for the briefest of moments in Lucien's eyes wouldn't have been caught or understood for what it was by anyone but Z. And judging by the gleam in his partner's purple eyes, he'd definitely seen it. Goddamn.
It took a lot of effort to shift his genial smile into a mildly inquisitive expression as he took in Jared's words - and the implications contained within them. It wasn't often that he cursed the reputation he'd carved out for himself, but he did so now with a vehemence that nearly surprised himself. There was no hint of his thoughts in his face and voice, however, as he asked the dreaded question that would confirm what he'd truly hoped to avoid, "Did you lose her in Nevaeh?"
"Z." The WEAPON absently grunted the word, most of his still attention focused on Lucien as he took in the difficulty the other was having with the situation. It was rare, even for him, to see Lucien in such a state, and Z was beginning to come to the conclusion that whoever Jared's partner was, he/she had to be made of some crazy stuff to put that look in the TECHNICIAN's eyes.
He wanted to meet him/her. Flashing his trademark wild grin at Jared, the dark haired boy took one last drag from his cigarette and crushed it out with his toe. "Let's go, then." In one quick, lithe movement, he pushed himself away from the entrance and turned to go inside. "I want to meet the person that's got you both in a panic."
It looked like the night was going to be entertaining after all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:01 am
The man seemed to be taking it well. Better than he would have been able to, had Jared been in his shoes. The smile was so polite and simple, that he couldn't help but look a little bit surprised. Was this going to be easy after all? And did Lucien really have the tolerance of a saint? "Kind of." he answered. Technically, she was in Nevaeh and she was lost, so you could think of it as he having lost her in Nevaeh. He decided to save the 'drunk off her a**' part to himself. It wouldn't do to lose the one 'thing' he had in finding her.
Z's words were welcome. The fact that the other weapon was willing to go into the club (although Jared had a feeling that it was for all the wrong reasons) meant that the tech really had no choice any more. He nodded his head. "Thanks." he had a feeling he would be apologize later on the evening, but he'd deal with it after they found the brat.
It was dark, with music pumping in the air like some aerial drug. It wasn't to his taste, and once his eyes got accustomed to the darkness he could see the light and smoke obliterating everything except for the few feet in front of him. He wasn't used to clubs. He didn't like them. And as his eyes scanned the room, he realized just how futile it was to try to track her down. "Bar?" he asked, mouthing the words and pointing. He had a feeling the two of them would need something strong to get through the night. And maybe she'd be there somewhere as well.
He tried to get the bartender's attention, having a hand. "Tequila." he yelled, raising three fingers. He looked back at his two companions with a glance. Tequila would be good.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 3:34 am
The loud music and murky interior was nothing new to either of them, and as they both ducked into the club – Z eagerly, Lucien with a slight hesitation that belied his internal doubts – it was a bit like stepping back into the embrace of a familiar friend. Z’s wild smile took on a feral glint as he stood just inside the door, hands crossed over his chest as he surveyed the room through narrowed eyes, then turned into a grimace of contempt as his gaze landed on a pair of suspiciously young-looking kids gyrating in the center of the dance floor.
”Still the same, shitty crowd.”
Turning his attention back to the somewhat overly-relieved and mousey looking man, (it’s Jared, his mind supplied) Z caught the word on his lips and nodded.
With one glance backwards to make sure Lucien was still there – Z had gotten the impression that somehow his partner’s presence was crucial to finding this person… perhaps as bait? – he began to make his way through the crowd over to the bar. Free alcohol, a reluctant Lucien, and a mouse with a crazy partner – could the night get any better?
Lucien stepped up to the bar just as the tequila shots slammed onto the counter, having made it through the crowds behind Z. He did not want to be here. At all. In fact, any reason he’d had for coming prior to Jared showing up at the door had all long since disappeared, and he felt, for the first time, something akin to what he suspected Z must feel whenever he called in one of his “favors” and dragged the WEAPON somewhere he did not want to be.
Still, he managed to remember to tip the little glass cup in Jared’s direction before tossing the hard liquor down his throat in one straight gulp, grateful for the burn.
Setting the glass back onto the countertop, he signaled the bartender for a second round. That done, Lucien finally leaned an elbow against the surface and arched an elegant brow at Jared, ignoring Z’s blatant amusement. ”So, tell me.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 5:47 am
Jared eyed the tequila with distrust as he handed cash over to the bartender. He hesitated, deciding that perhaps salt and lemon would do nothing to mask the terrible taste. Slamming it back and feeling it's heat work its way down his throat, he had try try very hard not the gag. Tequila, hard liquor in general, was just not his kind of thing. Still... he felt a little better after the shot of liquid courage, and knew that it would help to strengthen the little determination he hand in him. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he looked over at Lucien with an almost guilty expression.
Tell him? Well. He might as well.
He watched as the bartender brought the second round of tequila, and without much flair knocked back his second, setting it down on the counter with a rather heavy slam. "Well." he started sheepishly. "I think, if we give it a few more minutes the situation should explain itself." Zoe had uncanny instincts when it came to certain things, like a blood hound. It was rather creepy, but he hoped this time, her instincts were still at work. Oh god. She had sounded pretty happy, but still comprehensible over the phone. He still hoped that she was in that stage.
He needn't have worried.
A happy and surprised little squeal seemed to start somewhere at the middle of the dance floor, and like a snake wind its way through the crowds. It stopped for a moment, the sound drowned out by music and laughter, hesitating at the fringes of the crowd before.
"Happy Birthday to me!"
Zoe seemed to spring out, in Jared's mind, almost from the middle of nowhere. One moment the crowd was bland and safe, and the next a tiny little half asian girl jumped out straight towards Lucien with a beaming smile and outstretched arms. She moved rather well considering the bright and alcoholic gleam in her eyes and the tottering strapless heels, and looked no worse for wear. Clad in something tiny and shiny black, Jared winced.
"Ah. There she is."
Nonchalant. He had to be nonchalant.
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