Timestamp: 24, Tria 81832 Character: Eirik Iuli Setting: The Rage, 12 AM It wasn't a day after him moving here that he was already out and exploring. And so far from his studio, too. But no matter, he wanted to get to know these places, plus it was just like him to hit up a bar, maybe dance some, make some friends. But once he was inside, he got nervous and felt himself go introvert again, shrinking over to the bar and taking a seat. It was freakin' packed, and he really didn't take to small crowds, let alone a packed bar. God, what was he thinking? He must've been insane. He ordered a drink, three, six. It was all just nervousness.... he just needed a friendly soul to come over and befriend him. He had his liquid courage, not he just needed some nice encouragement, and he'd be all set to hit the dance floor and make nice with the many, many hot guys here. But of course, he still sat there, running his finger around his sixth drink, learning on the bar with his head on his arm. His tail flame was changing from a light to dark blue every few minutes, flickering like crazy. Maybe he'd just leave; he didn't know if he had the guts to stay here any longer. Everyone was so preoccupied with their friends, nobody took notice to his lonely figure sticking to the bar when usually everyone would be fawning over him. He didn't know what was worse; having ardens and thills bluntly throwing compliments and undressing him with their eyes or being completely and utterly ignored. Eirik didn't know what he'd settle for, but for now it was neither. He sat up and meekly messed with the crimson and bright red cloth he used for a belt, his tail swaying slightly here and there. His large ears were pressed back, laying neatly on his shoulders somewhat with the way he was slumped over. He probably looked like a mess. Damn. Nobody would approach him looking like that, but he was feeling too sick to his stomach from the nervousness and all the drinks he'd shoveled down already.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Ooc: Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1583Garret Seryn</a></span> Garret's hovercar approached the VIP section of the club glistening dark emerald. He was always one for the "Big" entrance as Garret and his two body guards walked into the overpopulated club, they swiped their cards over the small machine. With a soft click the glass doors opened buffeting them with the sounds of techno and bass. <span style='color:purple'>"Well you know what to do!"</span> Shouting over the noise. The bodyguards split up to either side of the place "T and G" was their names from birth trained to protect their charge. This was the job all twenty seven guards hated doing, Garret's random dancing club night. Garret weaved his way through the crowd to the main dance floor. The bouncers moved some of the people clear for him knowing just how powerful this young 'dragon was in wealth and people. His boots and jacket glowed from the strobe lights while his purple combat trousers reflected off the polished wood floor, he grinned as he started dancing to the thick bass. <span style='color:purple'>"Put on something with more feeling to it!"</span> he called over the sound. Garret unzipped his jacket while the room went silent, revealing his thick fluffy purple chest fur. The DJ soon put on the mix emailed to him. A new track was played, electro of the hypnotic sort. Deep bass pulsed the club reverberating the building, a melody of rhythm, a track of the mind. The music of Garrets' tastes. <span style='color:purple'>"Time to make some magic."</span> He murmured while breaking into a new routine.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>It wasn't too much longer before someone who appeared very important strolled his fancy ass into the club. Eirik turned to look on curiously, tilting a large ear towards the man. He had two bodyguards that went off in opposite directions, making the crowd move before His Highness. <font color="#0059fa">"Tch,"</font> he mutter the disgruntled sound, not that it could be heard over the music anyways. The arden didn't know the stranger, but he didn't like rich snobs. He couldn't manage to get even a bit of respect for them, even if they've done a little good. He ordered another drink, sighing as he took some sips from it. The music changed and it was just as head-hurting as the other song was. Maybe if Eirik had been with someone he knew, he'd be out there dancing and having a blast. But since he knew no one and no one cared to come over and be friendly with him, he kept his happy ass seated at the bar. He was bored, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do here. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
After two, ten minute long tracks Garret was starting to tire. Slowly his last dance routine calmed down to allow him a chance to get a drink. He walked through the crowd to the bar. Garret stood by Eir not really noticing the slumped figure. As he ordered some strong spirits his guards came over. <span style='color:purple'>"I thought I told you to stay away from me?"</span> Getting a little angry. <span style='color:grey'>"We did boss but we can't have you being kidnapped now can we."</span> They replied in practised unison. <span style='color:purple'>"It's hard enough trying to be a normal person when the bouncers move people let alone you two bumbling around! All I want on a Penpui night is to dance and be happy, nothing more if I look normal then my rivals and enemies wont notice me. And besides I'm looking for techno musicians to sign up to our new label. Just go outside and sit in the hovercar I'll call you if I need any help."</span> He turned back to the barman and ordered another much needed drink. <span style='color:grey'>"Yes boss...."</span> They slowly walked off muttering to themselves.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>The whole two songs, Eirik was boredly sitting at the bar, running his finger around the rim of the empty glass in front of him. So bored. So lonely. Getting tired. The songs made his head pound and he decided he needed to stop drinking for the night before he had a horribly shitty hangover the next day. As he sat thinking, he didn't really notice Mr. Special come over until he spoke, slightly startling Eirik because he thought he was being spoken to. But he wasn't, so he felt a little better. He couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation, which was mostly Richie guy there talking to his bodyguards before they walked away. Eirik waved a hand at the bartender to order himself another drink despite deciding that he was gonna stop for the night. The arden kept quiet, obviously not one to approach someone first unless he knew he'd like them from first glance. Either way, he was still too shy, but if he did like the person after talking to them for a few minutes, he'd open up rather quick. The bartender brought the two guys their drinks and Eirik quietly drank his. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
As he picked up his drink he glanced around the bar and the throng of people dancing. Garret's eye were eventually drawn to the thin red furred figure beside him. He curiously looked him over staring a little longer than normal at Eir's rear. Quickly he looked back to the face. <span style='color:purple'>"Far too busy Isn't it?"</span> Picking his words carefully. <span style='color:purple'>"Still nothing like a bit of clubbing to take your mind of anything."</span> The arden smiled for a while before taking a sip from his glass. The spirits hitting his throat. <span style='color:purple'>"I am Garret, and you are?"</span> He held out his free hand to Eir in a mildly dramatic way, which was recently manicured. Seemed he was still in his dancing mood.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik's ears twitched, the heavily pierced one tilted towards the stranger as he spoke, but the arden didn't look over to him yet. He couldn't really say he agreed; even coming out clubbing didn't seem to rid his mind of his stress. Tonight it was kind of only adding to, especially when he felt the hard stare coming from the guy sitting to his side. That was weird. But it'd happened before, so he should be used to that by now. At least the guy wasn't ugly. Thank god for that, actually. Finally, he looked over at 'Garret' when he introduced himself, kind of looking at his hand but not taking it to shake. Fidgeting a little, Eirik lowered his bright blue gaze, <font color="#0059fa">"... Eirik. Nice to meet you,"</font> he said just loud enough to hear over the music. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>"Okay then. Eir...interesting name."</span> Garret was always one for compliments. <span style='color:purple'>"Why are you here? What I mean is, why aren't you out there dancing?"</span> He removed his hand placing it on his lap. The music changed slightly as the DJ noticed Garret wasn't around. Which made garret happy, he only needed it for a few routines. <span style='color:purple'>"What do you do? Job wise, that is."</span> He turned away to down the rest grunting at the after taste.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik sat quietly for a moment, his ears flipping back at the compliment, which he found rather awkward. He had been hoping for company, so he couldn't really complain that this guy was talking to him. <font color="#0059fa">"I don't know anyone,"</font> he answered hesitantly. Bad excuse. Even his liquid courage couldn't help him get out there and dance. He might've felt better about it had he lived here longer. <font color="#0059fa">"Oh, uh..."</font> the arden thought a moment, quickly glancing at the other. <font color="#0059fa">"I play guitars and the drums..."</font> Oh so modest. He wasn't a shitty player by any means, but nobody had ever heard him play since he does in his studio. He'd never had an audience. <font color="#0059fa">"But that's not really a job..."</font> <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>"Hmmm, well you know me now."</span> He smirked. <span style='color:purple'>"You might be the right person I'm looking for."</span> He ordered another drink for himself as he pondered, glancing at Eir. What he said was true in two respects though he was only talking about the recording. Garret's mind was a blur of thoughts, as he made quick miniature plans from logo designs to which music store to sell to. All that it depended on was how good he was. <span style='color:purple'>"As you probably overheard I'm looking for a few music artists like yourself to sign up. That is if you want to make it more a job than a hobby."</span> He smiled in a wild like fashion.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik gazed at Garret through dyed bangs, obviously a bit flustered. He was definitely shy when it came to his music playing, but this was probably the break he was looking for. This guy was apparently a big name around here, even though he'd never heard of him for obvious reasons, and if he was hired by such a guy he'd definitely make good money and attract the attention he needed. He'd come into the music business with a bang. <font color="#0059fa">"R-really?"</font> he asked, a bit surprised. Some random guy comes out of no where and offers him a job? That was awesome. <font color="#0059fa">"Y-yea, that'd be great..."</font> Even though he was happy for his luck, he couldn't manage to break that nervous expression on his face with a smile. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
That was exactly what he needed to hear. <span style='color:purple'>"Yes really."</span> He waved off the bartender who was offering a refill. <span style='color:purple'>"Good! Since you are virtually unheard of we can use that to our advantage. But first I'd suggest a dance together. So we can see how good you are at that too."</span> Of course by this time everyone had forgotten if he was important or not, giving Garret what he wanted. Normality. <span style='color:purple'>"Well shall we mister Eirik?"</span> Smiling as he held out an inviting hand.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>The upside of all this awkwardness was that Garret was a friendly, outgoing guy. Exactly what Eirik needed to boost his self confidence. He didn't really consider himself shallow, but he did go off looks quite often. Good thing Richie was handsome, otherwise the arden would've kept to himself. Still frowning nervously, Eir looked at Garret and then his hand, unsure of what to do. Hell if he knew what dancing had to do with his music skills, but he'd been yearning to dance all night. Hesitantly and quietly, he just took the other's hand and stood himself up off the stool, his large ears falling back. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
And so it began. Garret chuckled as he lead Eir to the main floor. His clip on shades reflecting the beams of light. He pulled out a silver glasses case picking out a deep blue pair of shades like his own, offering it to Eir with a smile. The moisture in the warm, packed club sticking to his chest making it shine and glitter. <span style='color:purple'>"I was like you once shy and quite, but I let go of those childish inhibitions be free. Those feeling are not needed, smile and ignore how people react to you."</span> He span round in a semi curtsy, arms waving to the beat. <span style='color:purple'>"Once you can do that you can do anything."</span> With that he started to dance with Eirik with a chuckle and a smile. As far as everyone was concerned he was an average young pendragon, Garret showed his true free side.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik just sort of followed quietly, taking a look around at the other 'dragons around having a good time. When he looked back to Garret, he was being offered a nice pair of clip on shades. That actually brought a smile to his face and he clipped them onto his pair of glasses. That was nice of him to do. <font color="#0059fa">"Thanks,"</font> he said a bit more confidently. He was nervous, not an idiot. Eirik looked like the kind of guy who liked to go out clubbing, and really, he was. He just needed one friend to do it with to keep his courage up. He sighed a little, not really needing a lecture on how to be himself. <font color="#0059fa">"Concentrate on dancing, Pretty Boy,"</font> he said with a smirk, his attitude flipping from how he acted at the bar. He quickly fell in rhythm with the beat of the song and Garret, showing his skill with dancing. Though it was still a bit awkward for him, he ignored it, getting more comfortable by the minute. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
This was the way things should be, happy and fun. The other club-goers were having their fill of drink and music. Garret was very very happy as he switched to simpler dance routines for Eir to match. <span style='color:purple'>"Oh I will, my dear oh I will."</span> Smiling at the compliment he was given. While between two music tracks he returned the compliment. <span style='color:purple'>"I knew those would suit you."</span> The new music was more to do with bass, with some guitar melded into it, forcing Garret to sway in merriment. <span style='color:purple'>"It's odd being new here isn't it?"</span> laughing as he continued.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik shrugged a little at the little compliment tossed back at him, smiling modestly. He looked away as he danced and a question was asked, making him shrug again, <font color="#0059fa">"How'd you know I was new?"</font> he asked back, giving Garret a sidelong glance. He never said anything about just moving here. Maybe it was painfully obvious with him being so shy and hesitant at first. <font color="#0059fa">"But to answer your question, it is, a bit."</font> But it'd be better now that he made a fast friend out of the other. He kept his dancing mild for the moment, keeping a nice steady pace with the music. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garret had been the lone unwanted important person for ages, to actually have a dancing partner meant a bit more to him than most social things. <span style='color:purple'>"Well you just seemed it, that and I've never seen you before if I had I would have asked you out long before this."</span> He didn't notice his unintentional flirt until it left his lips, his cheeks tinged slightly red before the routine forced him to turn. <span style='color:purple'>"After a few more hours we can go to my place, I have a spare suite and so forth then tomorrow you can look at the recording studio."</span> Garret hoped this would make Eir forget what he said, or at least distract him from the comment.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik almost stopped dancing for a moment at the comment, but kept on and hid the smile on his face. He was glad he got noticed so quickly after moving here; he figured he'd be alone for ages before anyone actually cared enough to befriend him. <font color="#0059fa">"I would've thought you'd already have yourself someone,"</font> he said, definitely not letting go of it. It meant more to him than Garret would know. He didn't know if he wanted to hang here for a few more hours. He'd already been here long enough trying to get drunk, and it was bound to catch up to him with him moving around so much. <font color="#0059fa">"How about a few more songs and then we go somewhere else for a couple hours? Or something."</font> <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
He cursed himself in his head when he realised Eir had noticed. Leaving his general smile upon his face, he twirled on the spot expecting Eirik to follow suit. <span style='color:purple'>"No not since I lost my family, that and most people see me as a pompous rich kid."</span> He laughed in his typical chuckle. <span style='color:purple'>"Which is so not true, I just want a good time in life like everyone else."</span> The songs slowed and he clapped Eir on the back. <span style='color:purple'>"Well okay, all this spinning and drink won't do me well anyway. You'd be welcome to stay with me if you want rent here can be pricey."</span>
