but it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us

[boomvox]

Who: Jae and Megan, though open to other people (see: notes).
What: CLUBBING.
Where: Around town.
When: At some point after Jae's arrival and getting something akin to settled in.
Notes: IF you have a burning desire to run into Jae sometime, either out partying or just wherever, feel free to use this like an open post. You can partycrash him and Megan too! Ping me first though so we know you're coming. mO_Om
Warnings: TBA though probably recreational substance use. Will edit as needed.

With his godawful motel room warded to the teeth and his anxiety finally running out of steam, Jae's found that sitting and hiding inspires a similar sort of terror to being trapped in that room; his rented room is too small, and holing up there is uncomfortably crazy-making.

So fuck it. He's got to make it work, as it were, and skittering around not going outside except to collect bits of familiar hardware or grab another bottle of coffee liqueur isn't enough to keep him from going nuts, no matter how angry he remains at being abducted.

That's how he ends up out with Megan, wearing an outfit artfully crafted from thrift stores and glamour stitches, having already pre-gamed with half a bottle of Kahlua to kill his nerves - both for the experience of finally heading out into Baedal, and for Megan herself. He likes her, he really does, but her inescapable inhuman visage still makes him feel like there's a laser-guided target on her (and thus him by extension). It isn't bigotry that stresses him out, but fear, and so he acknowledges it and forces himself to go past it. Megan has been really nice to him for no reason other than just being a nice person; she's way too cool to deserve his neuroses being inflicted on her.

He'll relax once he gets going, anyway. He always does.

Comments

[gwynn]

"Yes! It is! Let's do that!" No, what? Stop doing that immediately. Megan beams, completely pleased with herself, and to be fair she'd probably think of this as a great idea even when sober, so. "I wanna be um. Hoface Killa." Stop that.

Fortunately she is preoccupied by booze, but she is rapidly approaching the line between pleasant drunk and throwing up everywhere drunk, a line that she doesn't really want to cross, so when he's done with whatever he's on she's just going to drag him back out on the floor for more dancing all the time forever.

i hope you appreciate the intense thought i put into this

[boomvox]

"Hoface Killa, she's a straight-up thrilla, she's gonna wreck all you other pretenders to the throne, the hard core stripper, don't you other bitches mess with what you know Miss Megan already own."

Wesssssiiiide.

(JAE, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.)

Completely amenable to dancing - hey, it's not really bad for you if you work it all off - Jae knocks back the rest of the drink, both so he can permit himself to be dragged and also in victory of his newest foray into the ever-creative world of rap music. He's got too much of an experienced tolerance to let even this surreal as fuck night knock him out, but he's right where he needs to be. For a while, between the lights and the music and the pleasant disorienting blur the alcohol makes in his head, he forgets he isn't at home.