Why are we getting violent? I don't plan on pulling that hard on your arm to drag you into the club with me. [The joys of culture differences when one is drunk.]
More importantly, I'd fall off a horse if I tried to get on one right now.
ANYWAY! [He sends Anduin an address to a night club.] This is where I'll be drinking, kissing, and dancing until you show up to party. Or I get tired and go home.
[By the time Anduin makes it to the club Tim is in the middle of the dance floor with drink in hand. Grinding himself without shame against one man, while kissing a woman that has her arms around him. Both with submissive marks on their necks. He's so distracted by their attention that he doesn't see Anduin right away.]
[ He's never quite gotten used to the atmosphere at places like this, but he does his best to keep to himself, maneuvering through the dark in search of--
Ah. Looks like he's already made good on his threats.
Rather than tug him away, Anduin keeps him in line of sight while turning to search briefly for a path back to the door. Just in case. ]
[Poor Anduin. It's going to be some time before Tim notices him. It won't be until his current drink is gone and that beer is taking awhile to vanish with how often his lips are on the woman. Her hands truggling on his hair while his own free hand roams all over the man he's pressed up against. What better way to forget the way your heart is aching and pining for someone unattainable then in the arms of some strangers.
Eventually the bottle in his hand comes up empty. He untangles himself from the hands groping his body to weave his way to the bar. Glancing at Anduin on his way there.] Oh, hey there Anduin. [His British accent slurred as he casually greets his friend and keeps walking.
After a second or two his slowly chugging mind is able to make the gear shift from being focused on more booze to properly realising that he just saw Anduin in this bar. He whips around with a pleasantly surprised grin on his face.] Anduin!! What are you doing here? Let-- let me buy you a drink! Your hand is criminally empty! [He shout loudly to be heard over the music.]
[ Anduin's brow furrows as the bass thumps heavily in his ears. ]
You told me to come!
[ He has to lift his voice to be heard, or lean closer, and the smell of booze is strong on Tim at the moment. All the bacon in the world isn't going to help this man, come morning. ]
I did! I just didn't think you would! [It's not intended to be taken as a bad thing. Tim just didn't think Anduin was the sort to show up at a dance club even if he did invite him. Suddenly Tim will reach out to grab Anduin's hand if allowed and start to drag him towards the bar.] Come on! Let's get you a drink then out onto the dance floor!
[ Is as far as he gets before Tim is tugging him along. Rather than fight, he goes along with it, preferring to keep eyes on the other man if at all possible.
But he's certainly not going to let himself get caught up in all this. He's meant to be the responsible party, as per usual. ]
[Tim drags Anduin up to the bar. .Waving down the bartender.] Bartender! Another whiskey! And whatever my friend here wants! Put it on my tab! [He turns towards Anduin.] Order anything! It's on me! Don't worry about the cost!
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You meant going to a club.
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ANYWAY! [He sends Anduin an address to a night club.] This is where I'll be drinking, kissing, and dancing until you show up to party. Or I get tired and go home.
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[ After some brief explanations to his Submissives about why he's headed out this late at night. ]
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Ah. Looks like he's already made good on his threats.
Rather than tug him away, Anduin keeps him in line of sight while turning to search briefly for a path back to the door. Just in case. ]
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Eventually the bottle in his hand comes up empty. He untangles himself from the hands groping his body to weave his way to the bar. Glancing at Anduin on his way there.] Oh, hey there Anduin. [His British accent slurred as he casually greets his friend and keeps walking.
After a second or two his slowly chugging mind is able to make the gear shift from being focused on more booze to properly realising that he just saw Anduin in this bar. He whips around with a pleasantly surprised grin on his face.] Anduin!! What are you doing here? Let-- let me buy you a drink! Your hand is criminally empty! [He shout loudly to be heard over the music.]
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You told me to come!
[ He has to lift his voice to be heard, or lean closer, and the smell of booze is strong on Tim at the moment. All the bacon in the world isn't going to help this man, come morning. ]
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I did! I just didn't think you would! [It's not intended to be taken as a bad thing. Tim just didn't think Anduin was the sort to show up at a dance club even if he did invite him. Suddenly Tim will reach out to grab Anduin's hand if allowed and start to drag him towards the bar.] Come on! Let's get you a drink then out onto the dance floor!
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[ Is as far as he gets before Tim is tugging him along. Rather than fight, he goes along with it, preferring to keep eyes on the other man if at all possible.
But he's certainly not going to let himself get caught up in all this. He's meant to be the responsible party, as per usual. ]
How dare I not get a notifcation for this!