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[raises hand]

//friend! 

Roxas knows plenty about the underground scene. It’s not his number one hot spot but he’s no stranger. The common club goers know his face and the bartenders knew what he meant when he asked for the usual. The underground scene welcomes him with open arms and a drink.

Currently in a deep conversation with a girl who can move her body, they talked about her schooling. He offered her a drink out of respect. Mostly because he never went to school but wore an old USC sweatshirt every Sunday. Truthfully he didn’t talk to her first but was introduced by a friend. She was high the second she got her hands on a blunt and he was nice to make her laugh so they got along. But because he was nice he was struggling to get to the glowing counter with the drinks aligned on the wall. Rudely pushed from the back, Roxas’s upper body was practically on the counter. Smiling sheepishly up at the bartender he then asked for a drink consisted of strawberries. Girls liked strawberries. Girls liked the color pink. He had no idea what girls like to drink. 

Sticking with the strawberries he pushed away from the counter but kept one hand on the edge of the counter. Taking the time to listen to the DJ he was then nodding his head to the beat. The DJ was really good tonight, better than the previous DJ even. 

On his toes to look over the sea of people dancing to the music he finally spotted the DJ on the stage. They had a unique look to them and if Roxas was being perfectly honest they looked intimidating. 

Not like that ever stopped him from wanting to to talk to a person. 

Turning to the bartender he changed his order to a beer. With a wink he handed him the beverage. Back to waiting again he waited for the song to end and made a beeline to the stage. If he was a second late he might have missed the blue haired DJ. 

He presented the beer to them with a smile.

“Monroe. Roxas Monroe.”

//flings self into the void

ROXAS WAS MAKING HIMSELF INVISIBLE, trying to blend into the crowd outside of the club. He was sure that if he just kept his head down and pretended like he belonged, he’d be able to get in. Roxas didn’t exactly have a formal I.D on him. No driver’s license, passport, not even a shitty school I.D. Making it into clubs like this was always a bit of a gamble for him. And today, it seemed like the cards just weren’t in his favor. 

Joshua wasn’t really one to frequent bars. While they were great places to lose yourself and forget about the day, Joshua typically saw them as cesspools for seedy activity. And this was coming from the guy who had made a living as a part of a crime ring. Joshua simply couldn’t handle the environment and he had been trying to ease into spaces like this for quite some time. The pumping music and pounding bass just ended up giving him a headache. But here he was, seated at a bar, ordering himself the fruitiest drink with as much alcohol in it as possible. After he received his drink, Joshua gave the bartender a nod and turned to face the dance floor. God it was so crowded in here, and not in a good way. He was probably the only person in this club who wasn’t enjoying themselves. He looked like he had just been told he had 2 days left to live and wasn’t taking the news well. Upset. Annoyed. Out of place. Joshua took a small sip of his drink, hoping it would help him get over the nerves. He heaved a sigh and hopped up onto the stool behind him wondering how much longer he’d force himself to try and enjoy this experience.