Just to watch. I wait. [open]

[Ash + Bells]

Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Bells sighed, rolling his eyes as the music pumped. Rihanna's voice pierced through his good mood like a butcher knife through tender flesh. Ash had told him to stay away from the bar tonight, for reasons he didn't know and didn't care to know. Thirty minutes now he had been waiting here. He was aware that Ash was a bit flightly, but this was just plan ridiculous.

The cement floor was annoying cold against his ass, contrasting greatly with the humidity in the air. All he wanted was to go down and dance in the crowd. But here he was. Wasting away on the ground and sitting indian-style. He felt like such a five year old. Sitting here and being a good little boy. Doing what he was told.

It was pissing him off.

After a few more moments of debating with himself, Bells made up his mind and hopped up. It took him a moment to get over the cool of his ass, but all and all he was pretty glad to have reached the pulsating crowd without so much as catching a glimpse of Ash.

Bells looked around the crowd and sighed. There were no cute guys around tonight. Maybe only ugly guys came out to club on Monday nights. Did that mean he was ugly? He pouted and closed his eyes. Well, the least he could do was make the most of this situation. Within a mere second his body was moving to the music and all his worries had disappated.

[Leela Ferdinand]

Leela

Leela as usual, was in the thick of things. She had already had a few drinks, lucky for her she could hold her alcohol. She was shouting and singing along with complete strangers, just like always, in an electric blue dress with clashing bright yellow accessories. No-one in their right mind would wear that kind of thing, but who said Leela was in her right mind? It just shouted 'Leela Ferdinand'.

She had her own style and wasn't afraid to show it, and it had worked for her so far. She could always make it work. She skillfully danced her way in to the midst of the best looking guys and they appreciated it. She was shameless, blowing kisses and 'accidentally' showing that extra bit of cleavage. Within about half an hour she had people waving drinks in her face.

Every now and then there would be the occasional flash as she sneakily took pictures. She wanted people to act like themselves, not like they were on camera. She just fit in. A hop and a skip and she almost bounced in to Bells.

"Oops, sorry! It's crazy tonight!"

She ran a finger down his chest in time with the music, and then spun away a few feet and was swept up by a random guy she only vaguely knew. As they danced she peered over his shoulder, flashing Bells that wicked grin of hers. She had noticed the pout earlier, which was why she came over. She had a good eye did Leela, she could detect the slightest hint of a change in body language and could tell exactly what someone was thinking and how their day had been from a glance. It would be spooky, if she ever acted on it.

"Be careful kiddo, keep your eys closed you don't know where you'll end up!" she laughed.

She squealed and laughed as the guy spun her around in the air, and she landed in the arms of another one. So what if it was Monday? Any day was a good day to have fun.

[Ash + Bells]

The song changed in only moments. It was Alanis Morisette - Eight Easy Steps. It wasn't a very "clubby" song, but Ash always had hired the most unpredictable DJ's. There was a different one every night. Bells supposed that it made since, considering that you wouldn't want your customers to get bored.

And of course, they weren't. Tonight was as crazy as ever. Screaming and yelling. Groping and grinding and fucking. Sex was in the air. It was intoxicating for someone as young and inexperienced as Bells. And then... there was a voice that snapped him out of his daze.

"Oops, sorry! It's crazy tonight!"

Bells' amber eyes snapped open and he turned his head in the direction of the sound. He had barely caught it, due to the loud volume of the music. Why she was apologizing, he wasn't sure. Just as he was going to tell her not to worry about it, she trailed a finger down his chest. Bells wrinkled his nose. What the fuck? Sure, he knew clubs were crazy. And he was used to girls hitting on him. But it was a major pet peeve of his to be touched by someone who - not only did not know him - but had done it without warning. I just plan pissed him off. With a shake of his head, he pushed down his anger and went back to dancing, his eyes closed yet again.

He was so into the music it was unreal. Like he could see colors and figures - faces - with each note. He was in the midst of all this happening. His problems... his not-so-recent break up with his boyfriend... melted away; along with the almost constant pain of his absence. For the first time in a long time, he was relaxed. Not that he was happy - no. It was more like he was lacking any sort of feeling at all. He was just there. Peaceful. Nothing going on in his mind or his heart. Quiet. All there was was the music. And he was just fine with that. Until. That voice again.

"Be careful kiddo, keep your eyes closed you don't know where you'll end up!"

Bells clenched his jaw and opened his eyes, narrowing them immediately. What was her problem? Why couldn't she just leave him alone? And more importantly, what right did she have to call him "kiddo"?! She didn't even know him! I he was most certainly not a kid. Whoever this girl was, she was really getting on Bells' bad side and quick.

[Leela Ferdinand]

Leela hid a smile as she spoke to the guy nearest her, something about guessing Bells didn't like her. She called everyone younger than her kiddo, whether it was one year or ten, she was odd like that, part of the charm, once you understood the charm that was. She took a break from dancing, planting herself on a barstool as she ordered many a refill. She managed to still look calm and relaxed, even somewhat elegant considering her attire. Spinning herself around she turned to the bartender.

"Buy the usual suspects a drink from me, eh?" she winked, "You can put it on my tab," she vaguely glanced at Bells again, "Includes you, if you feel so inclined."

She wasn't going to say another word about it. She always built up very large tabs, but she paid every single one of them off. Now anyway, she could afford it once her work skyrocketed. Funny what past issues could do for you. She crossed one leg neatly over the other. Her demeanor was very different when she decided to have a breather from fun. There was an almost constant but barely audible, click click click as she took photos.

She aimed the lense behind her sort-of acquaintance, focusing on a girl over his shoulder. She turned the flash off, adjusting the settings until she got what she wanted. The net result was a snapshot of a girl perfectly in focus, dancing away, with the different coloured lights in the club swirling together around her. Leela gave an ever so slight smile as she turned back to face the bar. There was a reason she had been top of her class.

[Ash + Bells]

"Includes you, if you feel so inclined."

Bells blinked and finally stopped dancing. Whoa. Now didn't he feel like a jackass? A sharp, yet unintentional, growl escaped his parted lips followed immediately by a soft sigh. For a moment he considered just leaving out of embarrassment, but he forced himself to walk over to her and sit down next to her.

"Why would you offer me a drink?" He asked after a moment, trying to make up for the faces he must have made at her before. "You're not going to slip anything into it, are ya? Date rape is illegal, you know." He smirked.

[(Jordan&&HAZEL)]

[[ooc: yummy Hazel...

Well liars they leave a guilty trail.

Hazel moved slyly through the crowd griding with anyone that grabbed him for only a second then flitting off with another person after searing a kiss into the last. Almost like what Leela was doing only moments before but Hazel was much more passionate and seductive. He was looking for a good lay tonight and he was putting on all his tricks. He preferred men most of the time but if he was really desperate then he would go for a chick. Tonight there was just too many delicious men out in the crowd to bother with any of the girls. He ignored the flirty finger wiggles and the over exposed chests everywhere. Some girls even flashed him but he paid no mind. They were far to drunk to have good sex anyways... Even on a girl night.
Still Hazel picked out the most attractive boys. Straight, bi or gay it didn't matter to him and he kissed them until it didn't matter to them either. He knew what he wanted and he knew the right buttons to push so that he would get it.
His eye caught on a particularly handsome man and immediately walked over to him. Slipping between the guy and his current dance parter he connected their lips and kissed him hard. He could hear an angry squeal coming from behind him but he got the sexy boy hooked bad. He didn't know if the guy was straight or not but it obviously didn't matter to his new dance partner.
Hazel was working his hands down the guy's pants when his eye caught the profile of someone. Someone he knew. He kept going with his exploration but watched the boy at the bar carefully and his heart thudded to the ground. Hazel suddenly wondered if he still had one. Bells. The name was like the strongest form of alcohol rushing through his veins and the memory of it made him light-headed. Bells was perhaps the only boy he had ever loved even though Bells probably never realized it. In fact, his broken heart was because of this boy. An old ache reared in Hazel's chest. Bells broke up with him. Bells didn't want to see him. Hazel shouldn't care if Bells saw him dancing with this Boy. And yet... he did. Ever since Bells had broken up with Hazel, Hazel had been treating himself like shit. He had a new fuck buddy just about every night and when he didn't he was out looking for one. It was a dangerous life but he was sane enough to get tested every once in a while. (However he had a feeling that the doctors were tired of seeing him.) Never-the-less he wished he was still holding Bells. Still telling Bells that he loved him. Still seeing Bells' face at night in complete ecstasy...

And let me tell you something people,

"Hey!" Boy yelled. "What do you want? I'll give it to you whatever it is." That was what Hazel was waiting for. He hadn't really realized that he had stopped mid-dance but apparently that's what got Boy fired up. Hazel smirked and looked over his shoulder at the smaller boy who was tapping his foot angrily. Yum. A guy who knew how to do it. Hazel was glad the guy wasn't straight. He didn't feel like being on top tonight. Not after seeing Bells.
"All right Boy. What's your name?" Hazel asked. Boy licked his lips and took the liberty of sliding his hands down the back of Hazel's pants. Hazel gave him the satisfaction of a soft moan. Boy smiled, "It's secret."
Hazel smirked. "I can deal with that. Follow me." Hazel pulled Secret Boy by his belt loops away from Pissed-Off Boy. "Hmn. Hold on Secret Boy." Hazel said pushed him into the bathroom. Hazel made his way to Pissed-Off Boy and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Want to join?" Amazingly, Pissed-Off Boy's face lightened and then darkened evilly. He nodded and Hazel pulled him over to Secret Boy. He grabbed onto both of their belt loops. "It's a three ring circus tonight boys. Let's enjoy the show..." He smirked and pulled them into the handicap stall.

I've been lying for fucking years.

...I think that's good enough]]

[Ash + Bells]

Bells waited for the girl to respond and allowed his gaze to drift off to the dance floor. There were plenty of sexy boys in the mix tonight, he had to admit. Though he had no real interest in any of them. Ever since his break up with Hazel, it was hard to even imagine being with someone else. Ironic. Considering he was the one he broke up with him. But now he felt his heart drop as he saw Hazel fondling one rather mysterious looking, but none-the-less handsome, boy. Bells couldn't help but frown. Secretly, he wished that it was him who was dancing with Hazel. Him who was at the mercy of his touch.

Bells stopped himself there and looked down at the ground. He couldn't make himself watch that any longer. If he did, he would be sick.

[(Jordan&&HAZEL)]

All he could see was darkness. All he could hear was the loud, heavy breathing that all three of them were producing. All he could touch was the sweat-slicked skin of Pissed-Off Boy and Secret Boy. He smelled sweat, sex and anger. They were all sitting in the stall, catching their breath. Hazel smiled to himself in the darkness. That was fun. He thought. A lot more fun that I expected. He looked around in the dark bathroom and stood on shaky feet. Was this what it was like to have 'sea legs'? Hazel eventually found his clothes in the pile in the corner and by the time Hazel was dressed Pissed-Off Boy and Secret Boy were at it again. The noises almost made Hazel join in again but he remembered that Bells was out there... And there were other boys too.
Fixing his hair in the darkened light he made sure nothing was ruffled or out of place. Glancing back longingly one last time at the last stall he walked out of the bathroom smiling. He was already looking around on the dance floor for his next victim but so far no luck. He didn't see anyone worth the while. So instead he headed over to the bar and saw Bells. Hazel walked right past him without a glance. He sat down a couple seats from Bells and ordered a drink. Not looking at his ex once.
Hazel felt very proud of himself.