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shake you down; dex & olivier

Flashes of the night played over in his mind as Dex brought the cocktail glass in his hand to his lips. He had no expectations about the night when he had made the decision to show up to the very club he had found himself sitting at by himself. It had been months since he had gone out and actually let himself have some fun - and with other people at that, but never did he imagine the show he had encountered upon arrival. He knew it was something that happened, something that was common, but never did Dex let himself indulge in the lifestyle, see it for himself. It was different from anything he was used to. But that didn’t stop him from wanting more. Dex kept his gaze remained fixated on the door that led backstage, eyes examining everyone that emerged from the back. He remained patient, however, awaiting his chance to make a move. Although It didn’t take long. And once his eyes had laid on the familiar face, Dex was in motion. He was on his feet in seconds, starting towards his target. “Excuse me,” He smiled, trying to get the other’s attention. “Hi, are you free? Do you fancy having a drink with me? On me.”

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Being onstage was always an exhilarating time for Olivier. Everything from the flash of the lights to the beat of the music had him eager to perform, and tonight was no different. He’d wound his way through the crowd, dancing to his set and coming close to picking some very unexpected viewers to be part of his show when he spotted one he’d recognised. Immediately, Olivier had strutted over to the boy and slid down into his lap, doing a quick few moves before he was off and about again. It was no surprise to him now that he was slightly de-dragged and ready to enjoy his evening that the boy was now waiting around for him to notice. Olivier had removed the wig and toned down some of the gaudy makeup that he’d worn onstage, but still kept the theme alive, choosing to maintain the feminine clothing with a short dress and a comfortable pair of heels. “Oh hello darling,” he said with a cheerful smile once he’d noticed he was being talked to. “Did you enjoy the show?” His smile shifted at the offer of a drink, and Olivier found himself chuckling slightly. “A drink on you, love? Sure, I’ll take that. I could use one anyway.”

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closing time; terry & emrys

Closing up shop was always a good time for Terry, especially since it meant he got to focus on taking care of the pets instead of helping the obnoxious customers who came in every day just looking to play with the new litters of puppies. It wasn’t a bad job, honestly, and Terry loved every moment of it, but sometimes when people would come in just to mess with the pets but have no intention of buying them, it broke his heart. There were a few pups and kittens who never seemed to catch the majority’s eye, and if his home wasn’t already filled with the maximum allotment of animals he’d be bringing more home every day. The sound of the bells tinkering at the front of the shop had Terry looking up and he couldn’t help but smile fondly as he watched Emrys walk through the door. “Hello,” he said as he tried to calm down the squirming puppy in his arms that had perked up at the new guest. “I should be done soon. Can you do me a quick favour and switch the door sign to closed? I promise this won’t take long.”

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dance hall drug; tricz & milo

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The second he came to a stop, Milo let out a staggered breath. What was intentionally supposed to be an aimless drive that would eventually lead him going back home brought him straight to a party. No surprise. He doesn’t know why he bothers trying to claim he’s just going for a ride when he ends up at the same place every time. It’s no accident at this point. And it’s no coincidence either. In no time, Milo’s feet carried him into the building, surrounded by a sea of bodies, all moving rhythmically to the blaring music that filled the room. And although a few attendants tried to convinced him otherwise, Milo ignored the bodies around him, making his way through the crowd instead of dancing. He hadn’t realized how long he had been searching until the song finished, another one immediately starting up afterwords. It was also then he spotted the familiar figure. A moment passed by before he started towards Tricz, pressing his body against the other’s back as he curled his fingers around the boy’s waist, leaning down to press his lips against the skin at Tricz’s neck. “Hi.”

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The process of waiting for the drugs to kick in always had Tricz antsy. He was in that state where he didn’t know what he would end up doing for the rest of the night and he didn’t like it. The feeling had him wanting to bolt, wanting to rush into the middle of the party and to the very outskirts at the same time. It was a mess, he was a mess. A lot of the time, Tricz would tell himself that he would be okay and it would end up that way at some point, but when he was in one of these moods, he couldn’t keep himself stable. The familiar press of a body against his had Tricz calming a little, but he could still the anxiety crawling his skin. “Hey,” Tricz said with an easy smile, tilting his neck to let Milo have better access. “Was waiting for you; needed you.” Milo always had a tendency to make him feel calmer, and this situation felt like all the others. He knew that this would help, that Milo helped him much more than Tricz would admit. Sometimes he felt like with Milo, he didn’t need the pills, but it was too late for that this time.

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dance hall drug; tricz & milo

Parties, that’s where Tricz flourished. He knew that the packets of pills, tubes of dust and container of joints would be enough to get on everyone’s good side. He had his own little supply set aside so he could get into the right headspace. He didn’t mind being sober during these events, but at the same time, he didn’t like where his head went when it was sober. Usually those times left him curled up in a ball outside, staring at the sky and wondering why he couldn’t get his head to just stop. That was where Tricz didn’t need to be tonight, so after he traded someone a packet of white powder for a few bills, he reached into his personal stash and pulled out a pill, popping it and swallowing it dry as he danced to the beat of the current song and waited for it to take effect.

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