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tampered2007-01-01 12:24 am
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Log; Ongoing
When; December 31st, Early evening.
Rating; PG-PG-13 for clubbing?
Characters; Fakir (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sword_and_quill), Lyra (lyra_of_dust), Rue (princess_crow), and anyone who's enjoying New Year's Eve at the club and wishes to join in~ :D
Summary; What's New Year's Eve without a party...And drinking, dancing, and all that fun stuff? Boring, that's what.
Log;
Rating; PG-PG-13 for clubbing?
Characters; Fakir (
sword_and_quill), Lyra (lyra_of_dust), Rue (princess_crow), and anyone who's enjoying New Year's Eve at the club and wishes to join in~ :DSummary; What's New Year's Eve without a party...And drinking, dancing, and all that fun stuff? Boring, that's what.
Log;
Long after the first drink had multiplied into many, Fakir couldn't remember what he was doing at Club Automatica - more specifically, why he'd even come. However, the funny thing was - he found that he didn't care. That stuff was unimportant now. He didn't feel angry anymore. What was it he had even been angry and upset about in the first place? The ex-knight shrugged his thoughts away. That didn't matter, either.
His normally-perfect and straight posture had fallen to a definite slouch as he sat on the bar stool, watching the various singles and couples out on the floor dancing and intermingling. Fakir mindlessly took another sip of his drink -- what was it again? Vodka mixed with something? He couldn't remember that, either.
'That's not dancing,' he thought, a thin frown working its way over his lazy expression as he scrutinized the fuzzy images mixing in the light. 'That's a mess. They're not even feelin' the music!' He had the right to criticize, didn't he? Afterall, he and Rue, and Mytho, too, had been among the top dancers back at the Academy.
The frown quickly faded into a easy smile - something he still wasn't too familiar with, but no longer minded as much as he used to. Drinks really did work miracles for him, afterall.
His normally-perfect and straight posture had fallen to a definite slouch as he sat on the bar stool, watching the various singles and couples out on the floor dancing and intermingling. Fakir mindlessly took another sip of his drink -- what was it again? Vodka mixed with something? He couldn't remember that, either.
'That's not dancing,' he thought, a thin frown working its way over his lazy expression as he scrutinized the fuzzy images mixing in the light. 'That's a mess. They're not even feelin' the music!' He had the right to criticize, didn't he? Afterall, he and Rue, and Mytho, too, had been among the top dancers back at the Academy.
The frown quickly faded into a easy smile - something he still wasn't too familiar with, but no longer minded as much as he used to. Drinks really did work miracles for him, afterall.
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Fakir was a little light-headed and colors were blurring through his vision as they spun, but all that mattered right now was having fun. He was laughing. And it felt so good.
"Hold on!" he warned with a grin, swinging the blonde down to a dip and back up into the air in two swift motions. She was really keeping perfect pace with him and it was great!