Fashionably late was the best way to arrive to anything. Not soo late that the other party became irritated or put out, but not early enough that it seemed like he was over eager either.
Besides, there was no real deadline on being to the club. In fact one only existed at all for the sake of adhering to
Faustites 'Eions' own personal time limit. Albite was very aware of the countdown to flame town. So he'd be careful not to waste overly much of what precious little moments they had available to them.
The walk to their destination was brisk, and he was grateful to Eliots long legs, the way they could carry themselves more swiftly towards their destination. Waru kept wanting to touch, reach out and tug along, sling an arm over the silver haired boys lean shoulders, or around his waist. He was being polite though. Purposeful swagger, paced ease. Waru preened occasionally when he got glances - bore as much of himself as was legal.
The tank top slashed mesh flow over tight solid black beneath it, stretched over the tautness of his torso, the width of his shoulders; he'd always liked his arms bare. Would finish someday, the other sleeve, let the tattoo bleed down his back when he had the money to get it done right. The shredded black pants that would've been called 'sheik' by any AE fangirl, more holes and frayed threads than actual solid material that clung nearly obesely. The cuffs of it tucked into matt black combat boots.
Waru registered the call through the buzzing in a too tight pocket and grinned, small bright flash as he slid out the smart phone and answered loudly, voice burnished warmth and pleasure, because he was loving this.
"Sup hot stuff. How'd getting done up go, where you at?Even before the
'mission' began, he was loving it. The sheer luck that he'd managed to make it happen at all. That he'd get his two favorite boys out somewhere,
together, to have
fun.
His kind of fun. The closest to normal he usually tread, however skewed he knew the viewe'd look once they got inside and met his kinds of people. Some of them at least, because Waru dealt in varieties. A veritable Baskin Robins taster of personalities and types. He liked people,
loved them, all shapes, sizes, colors. Loved their vices and their flaws; forgivably even. The aliveness of it all that existed in a place like this particular club; flaring, loud, heat wrapped around easement of company who wanted company and the liable flow of the sorts of substances that made all those kinds of company even more enticing to want.
His girl was there too, one of her nights on. He wanted to crow for that. Getting to show her he was doing
good, that he was happy and thriving, that he'd
finally found people who made him happy in turn.
Good people, by his own standards. Craved her approval on the matter, her attention, and the soft watery smiles she'd give him with a pat on the head for good measure.
"Psst -
Eliot, it's the firebrand - You'll love this place I swear. Him too, he's
so ******** fun." the words tossed to Eliot as he waited for a response on the other end. Giving his sweet friend a thousand watt grin, all beseeching 'come on', and he loved the look his boy sported. Was giddy for what the night would bring.
