caught up in living my life in the fast lane

Poppy · Dec 2, 2015

These were supposed to be sharp barbs meant to insult him, he was pretty sure, but Michael just laughed out loud at the hit and run jokes considering he and Damon murdered a bunch of bozos and permanently destroyed a night club just a few weeks ago. Oh my god. Murder and irony were so funny. He hated that he had to keep the shady stuff a secret because, well, this was comedy gold. Talking to other people while thinking about texting ur bff hot crime memes: The lifestyle.

Man, that aside, this was just so. Mushy. Mushy wasn't good for him. It didn't matter that Michael actually genuinely enjoyed teaching and helping young minds or how he was also family-minded himself because of his twin sister. This was. You knooow. The sort of stuff you don't talk about in public.

For a brief moment, he just thought, incredible. He'd stick his tongue in some bae's mouth in public but god forbid he tell someone he loved them, like even in a platonic way.

Michael was about ready to keep making playful jabs at Jacob, but sigh. He supposed he should play nice for now, being the more important Disciplinary Committee guy and all. He didn't want his sister to find out he was being bad again. She has enough to deal with.

"Tell you what. We've both said some stuff, so let's just put it past us. I'll buy you some of the nicer drinks in Gomorrah and you can, uh, show me baby pics of your daughter and we party until a decent time. Sound good?" When he caught sight of Gomorrah, Michael parked his car at the lot, turned off the mix, and took a few moments to close his eyes and gather himself.

Mental preparation over. Let's party.

He exited the car and banged the roof for good luck, locking everything with a click of his button. He headed for the place with the ridiculously long line, Jacob in tow. Usually, humans with powers and regular humans weren't allowed in, but Michael had friends in high places, and those friends put in a good word for him to Baltimore. They bypassed the bouncers pretty quick.

It was like hell on earth, a den of neon lights and shameless hedonism, sweaty grinding in the dance floor and bass so loud they could make your teeth shake. Some of the few teachers were already there and Michael had to yell a playful, "Ayyyyyyyy!!!" at their direction. He gestured for Jacob to follow him to the hell bar manned by the pretty, pink-haired bartender with the mile long legs.

"What do you drink, pal?"

Critical · Dec 3, 2015

They had both said a lot of shit in that short car ride to the main event of the night. Even Jacob had to admit that. Something about the car ride, and both their attitudes, had not mixed well right off the bat. In the time it took to pull into the parking lot, Jacob could reflect on those few minutes. Neither of them seemed completely at fault for the words. Mike was a little too smug and Jacob was a little too negative, and they were in the same car together. It was unfortunate that it had to turn out that way.

When Mike closed his eyes to psych himself up, so did Jacob, in almost the same exact way. The night was supposed to be for fun and Jacob needed to stop stopping himself from letting that happen. It was going to weird and uncomfortable, but he was going to just have to deal with it.

The night was supposed to be for fun.

Jacob hopped out of the car immediately following Mike, with a little more pep in step. He stood up taller and he kept himself near Mike so they looked like the two cool older dudes coming into the party. Getting to bypass the line and bouncers felt good to Jacob.

The club was exactly what Jacob expected: loud and raucous. He immediately felt out of place. Gomorrah was a place for horny young people, especially those of non-human origin, and not a place for him. Not entirely at least. Once he got past the too-loud music, he found himself mildly okay with the atmosphere in general. He even shot some greetings to the other teachers as he passed.

But there was one thing that made Jacob feel a little more at home: it was the women. The bartender and her forever-legs reminded Jacob of when he used to frequent clubs in his youth. He had to remind himself that he was taken.

"Hm.... Do you have..."

Jacob looked up at the shelves of liquor, to Mike, out to the dance floor with its many writhing bodies and then back to the liquor. There was a look of concentration on his face before he slammed his hand on the bar.

"Y'know what? Fuck it! This place is like a... like a demon bar or something, right? Magical creatures and shit. You got any otherwordly drinks I can have that WON'T kill me?"

Poppy · Dec 26, 2015

Michael laughed at Jacob's enthusiasm. Damn, he was going all out, wasn't he? He knew there was a wolf under that sheep's clothing.

"And you?" the bartender asked him, and Michael grinned at her.

"A bottle of tequila and your number, beautiful."

She laughed. "Not going to happen, Mike."

"I can dream."

The girl smiled and brushed him off to pull their drinks from the high bar shelves behind her. Michael rested his weight on his elbow on the counter, tapping his foot to the song. He wanted to dance, he wanted to drink and party. The night was so young.

After a moment, the girl Anna came back with his tequila and a glass of bright blue liquid for Jacob. She looked at Jacob pointedly in the eyes. "This is rare alcohol from Dimension-007. Try to pace yourself, hun. You don't have to get into a macho contest because you came in here with an alcoholic."

Michael winked at her and waved, and after the bartender moved on to other customers, he popped the bottle open and poured himself a shot. He wanted to ask Jacob, hey, are you up for body shots, but thought against it. His poor heterosexual sensibilities might not be able to handle it.

Mike drank two shots of tequila, salt and lime and all, and watched Jacob try the freaky alien alcohol. "That looks radioactive, but what the hell, you only live once, right?"

Critical · Dec 26, 2015

Jacob appreciated the laugh he roused from Mike. He took it as a good sign that the night was taking a turn for the better, albeit at the expense of someone's wallet and probably Jacob's inhibitions. It was not a cost that he was unfamiliar with, not after many trips to clubs throughout his life. Drinks were never free and the drinks were always the alcoholic kind. However, this was the first time he had ever asked for something not of this world.

Just like any jump off the deep end, a bit of Jacob was already beginning to regret the decision. With the help of Mike's smile, he wrote it off as typical jitters and tried to be more more excited than nervous.

"You're not gonna just leave me high and dry when you find someone to go home with, right?"

He would not stop Mike, of course. If the man found a nice girl, or boy, to spend the night with, that was his decision and his reward for a night well spent. He also felt confident that someone, or himself, would be able to get him a cab home in such an event. But another small part of him felt like it would get a little jealous of Mike if he managed to find some nice booty for the evening. Just a little. Not that he needed a little something-something back at his apartment. He had Lenn for that. But flirting was its own kind of fun.

The drink she brought back got a wide-eyed look out of Jacob as he held it up for inspection, then gave it a sniff. Minty.

"Oooookay. I was not expecting it to be glowing. This is straight out of Star Wars-slash-Trek... Dimension-007, huh?"

He was tempted to ask if she was yanking his chain, and just giving him some regular fruity cocktail. But that felt rude, and he withheld his question until he at least tested it. Jacob held it up to his lips and nodded to Mike.

"Here goes nothing, right?"

After a few breaths to psyche himself up, Jacob tipped the glass back for a steady sip. It was as minty as it smelled. Whatever the drink was, it was not unlike other alcoholic drinks in that it lacked the distinct bite of alcohol. Perhaps it was because of that smooth taste that Jacob ended up sipping down near half of his glass before he even knew what was up. With a bit of a gasp, he put his glass down and smiled at Mike.

"It's actually pretty good, man. Real nice. Totally unliksh...."

Jacob was a lightweight, and he knew it. But he had never gotten drunk as fast as he had with the alien drink. In the middle of his sentence, his head started to lull and his eyes unfocused. His words slurred and he needed to hold onto the bar with both hands. The little voices in his head that told him not to do anything were silences, and suddenly everything sounded like a good idea.

"Man... That shits is GOOD. Fucking magic!"

Poppy · Jan 1, 2016

Mike grinned mischievously, rubbing Jacob's back reassuringly. "Jacob... buddy... Do I seem like the type that would leave you alone in a club?" He chuckled. "Because you're not actually wrong. At the very least, I'll get you a cab first, man. I'm not that much of a douche."

Michael wasn't that young, but he enjoyed the younger lifestyle, stuff like partying until dawn and adding more notches to his belt. He used to keep track before, but these days it was just one, big shrug. He was pretty sure he passed the 'you're a playboy!' line and crossed the 'dude, that many? that's gross.' Whatever. Shame was for losers.

Determined to flush the shame out of his system, Mike just full on started drinking straight from the bottle but paused when he watched Jacob drink his own cocktail. Seeing the sudden change in his demeanor... Oh my god.

Jacob was fucking drunk.

This was incredible.

Mike put the tequila aside, pushed his hair back and pointed at Jacob, looking at Anna. "What's in that?"

"Alien stuff! I told you guys. Mike, you're a bad decision magnet, I swear to god."

Michael wasn't even tipsy at this point. He had a pleasant, warm buzz going on in his system, which was the perfect party mood. He started swaying to the beat. "Jacob, my man, are you feeling the beat? I bet you want to do something totally insane right now, don't you? Dancing? Texting? Spilling some deep, dark secrets that's been bothering you for a while?"

"Mike."

Mike grinned.

Critical · Jan 4, 2016

"Fuckin'... Aliensh shit?! I ain't... I ain't gonna haves my chest 'splode, right?"

Jacob had never been as intoxicated as he was right there with Mike, with half of a glowing green alien drink still waiting to be finished. Even when he had been younger, and drinking had been a more regular thing when he was out with his buddies and band mates, Jacob had never felt like he was completely out of control. Even when he was older, and his temperance had become more pronounces, he had never become so drunk after so little. If he had any cognitive ability left, he would have hoped that the hangover would only make him wish for death tomorrow.

In the meantime, Jacob was finally feeling the mood of the club. The pounding music suddenly made sense to him, and he found the rhythm irresistible. Whether he knew it or not, he was bopping his head to the beat even as he held onto the bar.

Everything about his thoughts and thought processes felt like they were experiencing lag. He was hearing Mike's questions, his obviously probing and prodding questions, but the meanings were only dripping through his head. Because of that, he latched onto the first full thought that managed to chug it way through his head, before all others.

"Dancing!"

Without warning, Jacob pushed himself off the bar with both arms, nearly sending himself and his lack of balance out onto the floor. But he caught himself by grabbing onto Mike's shirt front and pulling him close, almost too close. He looked into Mike's eyes drunkenly as he swayed them both out toward the dance floor.

"Didsh I ever tell you that I... that I tooks Latin dances classes?"

He tried to spin Mike like a dance partner, letting him go in the process. Jacob's dance moves were surprisingly good, is punctuated by the occasional unbalanced sway of alcohol. He seemed to be trying to do the Salsa(?)

"Whaddya think... Mike? Ya can't have THIS! But yoush ever wanted to try?"

Poppy · Mar 4, 2016

Michael was very much enjoying this turn of events in the same way people enjoyed watching people getting hit in the nuts. A little bit of comedy, a whole lot of schaudenfreude. Jacob was going to get a bitch of a hangover tomorrow. He was laughing and jeering with a mostly annoyed Anna until he was pulled close.

What?

Michael felt secondhand embarrassment crawl up like spiders to his face. Yep, he deserved this. He really deserved this. People were now looking and taking videos at the two dickbags dancing the Salsa at the club dance floor, and while it was arguably good Salsa, that should stay firmly inside a taco and not at the club. What was this, a teenage girl's quinceañera?

Jacob was so drunk, and Michael didn't want to deal with any scenes or tears, oh god no, anything but that. He told Damon he was going to be nice this year! (Or this month? This weekend. Maybe for like two hours tops.) Damon laughed at him and basically suggested impossible, that's not you, Mike, well, he was going to show him. He was going to be decent.

This was almost physically painful. How in the hell did people stay nice all the time? Michael very gently released Jacob's hands holding him and turned around so his back was pressing to Jacob's chest, solid and enticingly warm. He took Jacob's hands from behind and placed them on his hips, dancing and grinding to the music.

"Save the fancy moves for Dirty Dancing, hot shot. Isn't this much better?" He grinned, looking to the side so he was meeting his eyes. "You're well fit. You've got features in the right places." He chuckled lightly. "And it looks like you're packing. Sure, I'd take you for a spin."

Critical · Mar 11, 2016

One of the best things about being totally and completely drunk was the inability to register shame or possess any kind of reservations. Jacob's dancing was embarrassingly out of place, despite being pretty good given the drunk wobbling. He and Mike were looking like a right pair of asshole out on the dance floor, in the middle of all those young people and strobing lights. But Jacob could not have cared less. He was having fun! The noise and the lights were suddenly more appealing to him, imparting energy and enthusiasm into him. Hell, even having Mike sidle up so close was pretty fun, and welcoming in more than a few ways.

Mike fortunately managed to wrangled Jacob's dance moves into something that was more appropriate for the venue. It was all relative of course. Bumping and grinding could hardly be called appropriate in most circumstances outside of the club. Plus, Jacob would have never even considered grinding with Mike normally. No offense to him. But Jacob was straight. Even if a warm body was warm and welcoming all the same.

"Yeeeeeeaaahhh... I guessh this is cool..."

Jacob leaned his head down, and rested his chin on Mike's shoulder, smiling stupidly. Hearing Mike's reply, Jacob chuckled and gave Mike an extra hard bump with his hips.

"Hehehehehe... Tooooo bad, huh, man? Ain't gettin' nuttin of this..."

He gave Mike a nice squeeze too.

"And you ain'ts too bads either, Mike. If yous was ain't so much of a dude, y'know, I might give ya a try. Maybe smaller and less muscle.... I'd like a girly dude..."

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