Malakiah & Jasper & Lan
The night was going surprisingly well. Kia had managed to get a hold of Jasper. Pre-gamed with some pixie at the house and now found themselves at a club who’s name had slipped his mind. Drinking. Dancing. Fucking around. This was what Kia enjoyed doing the most. Just being surrounded by drunk morons that just wanted to have good time and not think for a while. That was the joy of these places. Better yet, he had some red headed eye candy to tug on to the dance floor every time a good beat dropped.
He sat down hard at one of the few open tables in the place. The pulsing music in the other room rattled the floor as Kia shook some salt on to the side of his hand. His backwards cap sat a bit funny on his head and his white shirt was pushed up in a weird way from how he had been dancing on Jasper. In his right hand he held a small shot glass and in the other a whisky sour that he had been sipping on while they took a break. “Ready?” He asked, blue eyes looking up at Jasper.
“One, two, three.” He licked his hand quickly and then threw back the shot down his throat. Swallowing, Malakiah groaned at the after taste. It wasn’t horrible but it was hardly his first shot of the night. Blinking a few times, he shook his head and smiled across the small table at Jasper. “Jesus, that’ll wake ya’ up in the morning.” He laughed more to himself than to Jasper. God this night was gonna go down in the books as a good one. Come hell or high water.
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