❥ club

@ʚ ten ɞ the remark left him a little taken aback. he stood with his front largely obscured by the bathroom stall from anyone besides the other, which seemed safe. perhaps he was a little too trusting of the stranger on the floor that he had started by offering help to and was now offering the contents of his front pocket. but to be called dumb? of course the momentary hurt barely registered beyond the brief furrowing of his brows. "stabbed?" he echoed in question, hand gently squeezing and then releasing the hand in his once he saw the other hybrid up on his feet.

"huh?" his brows knit together again, surprise very much registering on his face this time. the audible exhalation was enough even without the cast of his expression while he leaned in the doorway of the stall, the door resting against his other side. comments about him, his profession, his inexperience echoed in his mind like a soundboard being manned by someone with a particular distaste for his own well being. "i mean sure, yeah. let's do it."

he tucked a hand in his pocket, thumb hooked over as he tried to pretend he was someone that he definitely was not. someone cooler. the type of person who met attractive guys in clubs and at least got their number. the thought of trying to ask for his number, though? nope, not a chance in hell. that required a lot more confidence and as his shoulder slipped and he looked about to stumble - clearly he wasn't that charismatic.

his other hand fished for the baggy again, fingers curled to trap the contents in hand like he was producing a prop in a magic trick. his thumb managed to squeeze one end up of the plastic zipper lock enough to slide and open it. as if to exacerbate his awkwardness, he withdrew his other hand from his pocket again just to shake one of the tablets into his palm - a bright yellow round imprinted with a smiley face. his fingers closed around it as he extended his hand to offer up another. "i wouldn't wanna be rude and take it without you, y'know?"

@ʚ x. dejun ɞ the reaction he received wasn't too common, most people a little too drunk or high to deal with his 'creepy' features, so he was perplexed at how willing the stranger was. because he could speak, though, bicolored eyes were following the hand until he got to see what was being offered - he was even more confused. 'you.. are stupid.' it wasn't exactly rude but he did know it was insane to show product that easily, especially in a club that didn't have the best, wholesome reputation with crime. 'look, i don't know you or anything but, if you don't want to get.. like.. stabbed or something, don't ever do that again around a stranger.'

shaking his head, the top set of his arms lifted to take the offered hands, eyebrows furrowed as he tried not to slip or pull the other down in the process of getting up. he hated that he was entirely sober so late into his outing and pursed his lips, deciding to lean against the stall for the sake of not getting dizzy with how quickly he'd gotten up. 'wanna do them with me?'

ten, despite the many nights alone in his apartment, dangerously tripping, didn't actually like being alone when doing things. granted, asking a stranger to do drugs with him, in a club bathroom, where he probably wouldn't remember a single thing? that wasn't the safest idea but he wasn't really known for his over the top safety measures. 'i mean, unless you're all straight edge and whatnot.. not the smartest place to be for that but ya never know.. but, you're kinda hot and i really, really need someone willing to make out with me.'

it was safe to say that he did, very much, get handsy depending on what be was on. he was already craving the touch of another being, so he was pretty willing to do so without the drugs, too, but he expected to scare him off before it got that far. 'sooo.. are you up for it?'

@ʚ ten ɞ once the door was open, dejun finally caught his first glimpse of who he was offering to help and hurriedly drying his hands on his own clothes for. he paused. his dark, thick brows briefly rose at the sight on the floor. it wasn't often that he became aware of involuntary function but he was distinctly aware of the fact he hadn't blinked and his breath seemed too heavy to pull itself up from his diaphragm. again he felt warm under the collar, but there was no layer to strip himself of this time.

he was gorgeous.

"you're not wrong about that," he agreed. he was regaining his senses even if his autonomic system seemed to need a little prodding in the face of the hybrid on the floor. at first he was stepping forward, shoulder to the bathroom door to nudge it open and his hands, the backs of which were scaled in a swirl of peachy-white and pastel orange, extended out. the latter caused him to redden, though it was the tips of his ears which blushed beneath the unpierced metal cuffs meant to make him look edgy enough to be here. "i mean-"

he thought of the plastic bag in his pocket. his "friend" had wanted him to do the dirty work of convincing his girl. the things looked like candies to him, the kind that was either chalky, or sour to compensate for the texture. of course he knew it was neither. he nipped the inside of his cheek at the thought of having to pretend to casually offer it to the girl at the table and then hope he could make himself scarce to not have to see her coerced while blitzed out of her mind. he was pretty sure she didn't know what she was getting herself into, but here- "i've got something.

"but i can still get you off the floor." he withdrew one offered hand and tucked two fingers into the smaller coin pocket at the front of his jeans. he drew it up just enough to show a couple of multi-colored, stamped, pressed powder tablets. one hand remained outstretched as he pushed the baggy back down into his pocket. he was paranoid about carrying it - the only reason he was the one forced to carry it was because the liked seeing him sweat it. he didn't know why he felt comfortable enough to flash the contents to a stranger. "can't be sanitary down there."

@ʚ x. dejun ɞ getting to the point of knowing he'd have more fun at home, by himself, he made a rather pathetic attempt to scrape himself up. he failed, just slumping back against the wall. his arms were still a bit shaky and the world was spinning a bit, the disgusting after effect of throwing up; he was ignoring the fact he'd felt his esophagus move and now felt wrong. he brought his hands up to rub his face, coughing a few times and shuddering in the process. he felt gross, despite everything else.

the question registered to him but he didn't respond, for some reason not thinking it was to him. most of the time, people in club bathrooms didn't chitchat too often. shifting around, he patted around for his phone only to realize he didn't have it - he did his best to hold back the urge to let out more profanities. he was doing great.

oh. that /was/ to him. it took him a second before he could reach over, fingers prying the door open, straightening so his boot could keep it that way. looking up from his spot, bicolored eyes blinking like he was in a daze. 'help? everyone in this building needs help,' he pointed out with a weak, bitter chuckles as his head went back. 'my friends ditched me an hour ago, but i wouldn't mind some help getting off the floor? i mean, unless you're willing to offer or drugs, i can always stay down here.'

ten wasn't one to be shy with his words but he was also way too needy to care. if he scared him off, he scared him off - he wouldn't know if it was the straight forward part or the fact he was a spider. he also didn't really care too much.

@ʚ ten ɞ the snake had his head tipped halfway back, lids not quite closed, mouth slightly slack as he relieved himself at the urinal in spite of the incessant bump of the club's bass. he couldn't keep his head straight when he felt like he was meant to hunt. he would never understand how anyone else enjoyed it.

had he not been so on edge, it would have been less a struggle just to drain the tank and he would have been out of the bathroom before he even registered another person in his vicinity. but that was neither here nor there when he didn't really want to be back out there kissing boots to support himself and coercing a hapless woman into- the discordant thump of head against wall hit him first, not the retching. he stopped and fought past the awkwardness of trying to eke out a word while he shook himself dry.

"are you alright over there?" he tucked himself back in, awkwardly hunched forward to safely zip up his fly (a sometimes dangerous task for even average men), and turned to the sink to wash his hands. a trace of disgust flit over his features, not at dirty sinks but rather at the fact the things looked bone dry. he shuddered at the thought of his drink having been made by someone whose unwashed hand had been around their earlier in the evening.

"do you need some help?" he hurriedly shook his hands over the basin rather than use the air dryer near the door. "if you're here with friends, i can go get someone if you prefer that-" he was rushing ahead of himself before he even had a proper answer. his concern pronounced the subtle hiss of his assonant sounds, as if he were angry - providing a warning instead of trying to rush to some stranger's aid in the men's bathroom. for all he knew in that moment, wiping his still slightly damp hands across the material of his shirt at his waist, he could have imagined it all. he tucked the front of his shirt back into place as he stood in front of the door of the stall he had heard, nearly felt, the thumps from.

@ʚ x. dejun ɞ ten was a mess. face stained by tears mixed with makeup, the faintest bit of lipstick - that wasn't his - smeared of his tiers as he swayed under the almost agitating lights, not minding the amount of hands on his frame. striped skin adorned with glitter and faint scratches from a few hungry make out sessions could easily be seen by the fishnet crop that couldn't even stay on both shoulders, leaving him buzzing with delight.

he had no problem going with the flow after being dumped and then ditched one hour into the two by his friends, what could really go wrong? he'd been in worse places by himself. everything felt like it was going great and he was silently begging his wishes for more were going to come through when his back hit the edge of the bar, music drowned out as the hybrid who'd collected him was trying to shove his tongue down his throat. all was going well until his head was being pulled back and a shot glass was being pressed to his lips - ten was into a lot of things but he really, really hated alcohol. the few drops that managed to slide down his tongue made him gag, pushing the male away rather unceremoniously.

he didn't bother saying anything as he pushed through people to get to the bathroom, doing his best to push down the nausea that burned in the pit of his guts at the small serving. he wasn't sure if it was related to his dna or if his sense of taste was just that strong but he'd never been able to handle drinking, even in small amounts. the arachnid was sure anyone around to see would have found it humorous as he flew into the bathroom, biting out curses before he found himself falling to his knees in one of the couple stalls, emptying his stomach into the porcelain bowl without even a warning from his body.

it wasn't the first time he found himself throwing up at a club, maybe just less of a terrifying situation this time around. his two upper hands held him up while the two lowers were holding his hair - he was reminded why he always had mints and cigarettes in his pocket. he hated the burn that itched along his esophagus, thankful he hadn't even had much in his stomach, a thought that only came his way when he was spitting up bile alone. it took a handful of minutes before he was slumped on the floor, head hitting back a bit hard against the wall as he wiped his mouth. ' me,' he groaned out pretty loudly, hitting his head back once more, resisting the urge to throttle the person who'd put him in the situation.

'annoying .' it came out a lot quieter as he stretched his leg out, the bottom of his boot hitting against the other wall as he sat there, wanting nothing more to return to enjoying his night, his body aching for something - anything. he was willing to snort low grade dust if it meant not dealing with the harsh ache in his bones.

@ʚ ten ɞ "midori sour? that's a girl's drink."

dejun rolled his eyes in the corner of the booth rather than make eye contact with his "friend." he stirred the dregs of his charteuse-colored drink around in his glass, further melting the ice, with the thin black cocktail straw pinched between his fingers. if not for the man seated beside him, commenting on his drink of choice, he wouldn't have been there to suffer the way the bass made him feel. he leaned across to yell over the music, barely loud enough to be heard. "do you ever get tired of being boring?"

" you, xiǎo shé." he laughed at dejun and leaned back. the woman on the other side giggled like she understood the funniest joke she'd heard that week, but dejun knew she just wanted into his wallet. her leather skirt riding up her thighs said she would probably succeed.

but it's not like he was any better.

he was starting to get warm under the collar of his jacket. it would have been a feat, considering how desperate he's been not to touch another body all night, if not for the alcohol in his system. normally he wouldn't have dared remove his jacket in public, but come midnight in the club with a full bladder and his caring had gone out the window. he draped his black blazer across the pleather seat of the booth and left on his own to find the bathrooms.

the music began to fade as he rounded into the hall leading toward the restrooms, but his heart still rocketed behind his ribs from the bass. he was on edge, like prey was just around the corner, nervously scrabbling away from the slithering snake. it didn't help that the blacklight underlighting run down the hall, besides illuminating how gross a few splatters on the wall truly were, made the backs of his hands, his neck, and even the highs of his cheekbones fluoresce lavender from the pattern of his scales.

one hand pulled at the tuck of his thin, sway-neck tee, while the other pushed open the door to the men's restroom. part of him was just looking for a reprieve from feeling like a social parasite, but the rest of him was too busy dragging down his fly before he even stopped at the urinal to enjoy it.

he assumed he was alone as he hissed to himself, the tips of his tongue dragging past the sharp hooks of his fangs. "girl's drink? that ."