was my dance pattern right, was my dance pattern wrong?

[totallyinaband]

When; Thursday night
Rating; pg-13, edging on the more adulty stuff depending how drunk everyone gets :-D
Characters; Stephen, Eames, Summer, Lucy, Campbell, AND ANYONE ELSE EVER. GATE CRASHERS SO WELCOME
Summary; A number of people try to teach Stephen Stills the subtleties of picking up guys and having fun.






[So... this was a spectacularly bad idea. Stephen hates all his friend and will kill them all come morning. In the mean time, at least this places has a regular and steady supply of booze. He tries to get the bartender's attentions over the various throngs of people order ridiculously complex cocktails.]

Hey! Could I get a pitcher of something? I'm really not picky.

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen makes a sort of strangled MMMMPH sound into Curt's mouth. There is the obvious first moment of panic, but he is just drunk enough to let it slide, and leans in slightly. It's not that - well Curt's his friend and everything and he likes him, but he didn't think... It's jut been a long time since anyone's kissed him like that. He briefly contemplates where he's supposed to put his hands, which somehow snaps him out of it. He grips Curt firmly by the shoulders and pulls back.]

You're really drunk.

[thewildone]

[Curt allows himself to be pushed away but raises his hand to rub Stephen's face.]

You're really...scruffy. And I'm not that drunk, I know because I have pants on. I think.

[totallyinaband]

You have to be. We hang out all the time and you've never tried to kiss me before.

[He realises that he's still holding onto Curt's shoulders, but he doesn't want to move them yet because that might be too obvious. He keeps them very still and swallows nervously, trying not to pay attention to just how warm Curt feels right now.]

[thewildone]

[Curt attempts to think about this, somewhat leaning on him for support.]

I'm drunk I'm just not reallyyyyyyyy drunk. And anyway there was a really good reason I wasn't supposed to kiss you I just forgot what that was.

[totallyinaband]

[The very sensible part of Stephen's brain is telling him all the right things he's supposed to be doing. He should calmly explain to Curt that they're friends, and band mates, and then probably force him to drink some water and go home. But that part of his brain is slowly getting overridden by the drunken confidence and insane curiosity that makes him say - ]

So does that mean you've wanted to kiss me before?

[thewildone]

Of course, I like to kiss people. [Curt doesn't hesitate a second with that answer, but pauses before the next part.] I didn't think you wanted me to kiss you, though. And if you did that would be a problem.

[totallyinaband]

I hadn't really thought about you kissing me very much before, to be honest.

It was kinda nice, though.

[thewildone]

I think I should go dance on a table again because I don't know anyone else who plays the bass.

[There was a totally rational thought process involving how tempting it is to kiss someone again if they think it's nice and the importance of their friendship and the band and not completely fucking everything up but it stumbles drunkenly on it's way to his vocal chords.]

[totallyinaband]

Uh... sure? You do that?

[Stephen got a little lost there, too. He blames alcohol. And being kissed recently.]

[thewildone]

Yeah. That's what I'm gonna do.

[Curt disentangles himself and pats Stephen on the shoulder a couple times.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen figures the best thing to do is pat him back.]

Do you need another drink before table dancing?

[thewildone]

Yes, abso-fucking-lutely.

[Yes, Stephen, getting him more alcohol is totally a good idea.]

[totallyinaband]

[He can't be intelligent all the time. It gets tiring. He leans against the bar and gets them another round.]

[thewildone]

[The bar tender gives them a look. Curt attempts to look like someone who only does physical damage to himself and not to establishments. She gives Curt a look pretty hard but doesn't make any attempt to cut him off yet. Curt leans against the bar and works on getting reallyyyyyyy drunk.]

Actually, maybe I'll stay in contact with the floor.

[totallyinaband]

Might be a good idea. You ever fallen off a table dancing before?

[thewildone]

Uh, only once that I remember. I'm more used to falling off of stages and the thing I was doing the other time that I fell of a table doesn't really count as dancing.

[totallyinaband]

Do I want to know?

[thewildone]

[Curt raises his eyebrows suggestively.]

You tell me.

[totallyinaband]

[This is why Stephen enjoys drinking. Normally this is the part where he starts getting flustered and changing the subject. But drunk!Stephen's mind is much simpler. Curt is being funny - keep making keep be ridiculous = more fun for me. So he just grins back and takes another drink.]

Sure.

[thewildone]

[That's not actually the response Curt was expecting, so he actually doesn't have that awesome of a story at the ready.]

Well, it may not have been dancing, but it was pretty rhythmic. Also we didn't so much fall off the table as much as we broke it, causing everyone including the table to fall over.

[totallyinaband]

Probably should have expected that answer, right?

[He laughs anyway. Encouraging Curt to be ridiculous still = the best of plans.]

[thewildone]

Totally should have--maybe the alcohol is scrambling your brain.

[totallyinaband]

That I figured out three shots ago.

[thewildone]

Do you remember where the door is? Because I need a cigarette and it's no fair not to be allowed to smoke in here if they're gonna go and hide the door.

[Seriously, why is there a bar where they don't let you smoke? Curt cannot fathom this strange futuristic idea.]

[totallyinaband]

[Sometimes being tall is very useful. He peers over the crowd to try and see the exit. Unfortunately it's dark and crowded and his head feels a little whoozy...]

Oh hey, over there!

[He strains to point it out, only losing his balance slightly and catching himself on the bar. Which he ends up finding kind of funny, actually.]

Sorry. Uh, come on. I'll come with you.