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thecapitol2015-01-27 09:52 pm
perfectus) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-27 09:52 pm
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when we drink we do it right getting slizzard
Who| Sergius and Calendius, open to crashing from other Capitolites of a certain ilk.
What| Clubbing.
Where| The Capitol's hottest club: ¿ǩevin?
When| The night of Leonidas' arrival.
Warnings/Notes| This club has everything, trance, stilts, throw-up music, ferbies, furkles. Also Sergius is a ratchet bitch so there will probably be swearing. Heads up.
Leo wasn't under his skin, at least that's what he told himself. Really, it was just that he and Sergius were overdue for this. They'd gone out together often enough prior to the asshole dropping him to move off to the middle of nowhere chasing some guy, and this was just picking things up again, business as usual. Cal's interest in forcibly sublimating his frustrations into dance and the uhn tiss of what could barely be defined as music.
"Let's go," was all he'd said by way of greeting to his friend before they'd sped of the luxury car Calendius had borrowed several weeks ago from his family's home. The valet had seemed overly pleased to take the keys away from him. Cal's only hope was that Adrastea had decided to take a night off from the party scene.
What| Clubbing.
Where| The Capitol's hottest club: ¿ǩevin?
When| The night of Leonidas' arrival.
Warnings/Notes| This club has everything, trance, stilts, throw-up music, ferbies, furkles. Also Sergius is a ratchet bitch so there will probably be swearing. Heads up.
Leo wasn't under his skin, at least that's what he told himself. Really, it was just that he and Sergius were overdue for this. They'd gone out together often enough prior to the asshole dropping him to move off to the middle of nowhere chasing some guy, and this was just picking things up again, business as usual. Cal's interest in forcibly sublimating his frustrations into dance and the uhn tiss of what could barely be defined as music.
"Let's go," was all he'd said by way of greeting to his friend before they'd sped of the luxury car Calendius had borrowed several weeks ago from his family's home. The valet had seemed overly pleased to take the keys away from him. Cal's only hope was that Adrastea had decided to take a night off from the party scene.
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He knew he was goading Cal but he wasn't the goddamn king of this club or anywhere for that matter.