live life like a party

Neil smirked to himself as he entered the familiar setting of the night club. It had been months since he had spent a night out and he was looking forward to it. Especially if he wanted to snag some attractive girl, now would be the time considering the fact it was the most perfect setting for such a quest.

He loosened his tie and folded the sleeves of his jacket as he made his way to the bar counter. He downed a couple of glasses of Butterbeer, not really in the mood for alcohol, as he remembered the incident that happened the last time he got drunk.

As the Priduex scanned the sea of dancing people, he wasn't sure what or who he was looking for. Perhaps someone to catch his attention. After a while, he shrugged and figured he'd accept someone's invitation of a dance, unlike the other times where he seduced the girl.

This was not his scene. It never had been, it never will. Dylan enjoyed knowing the fact that he had never really stepped into a nightclub. Though the fact that was known to people, especially the missing Kait, that he had never been to one made them laugh. He would be lying to say that he wasn't the least bit of embarrassed, but he managed to stay away from one a while after that.

A trip here couldn't hurt anyways, right?

Glancing around him, Dylan resisted the urge to shake his head. What was up with some of these people? He understood the fact of going to one to loosen up a bit, but there was no point to take it seriously.

The Priduex supposed there were enough pretty girls, but none were actually catching his attention. They all seemed to be of the same type, and quite frankly, he wasn't in the mood for something typical.

As he was looking around, his gaze fell on a guy standing a little away from the entrance, and wondered if he was lost. Most probaboy not, seeing as people don't end up in here by confusion. Not always, anyway. Or maybe he was waiting for someone to show up.

Neil was half interested to go over and talk to the guy, as boredom and lack of company was taking it's toll, but he felt too lazy to get up and just sat there, downing just one glass of Firewhiskey.

Pulling out a cigarette, Dylan lit it and put it between his lips in one smooth motion. Plenty of other people was smoking anyways, one little cigarette won't make a difference.

Dylan noticed some of the looks the girls gave him. As if he cared though. They weren't his type, and he wasn't free anyways. Though he did notice that ever since he started smoking, he'd been getting more looks. Was there something about that made a guy sexier when he smoked?

Feeling a gaze, Dylan looked around until he stopped a male who seemed to be bored. Dylan gave him a nod.

The Priduex couldn't help be amused by the fact that the boy seemed to ignoring all the flirtateous looks that were being thrown in his direction. Perhaps he already had a girlfriend, or was a homosexual.

Neil was almost certain it was the former.

"It sure must be nice to be dating a girl that doesn't mind you taking a few drags," the French boy remarked as he made his way over to the brown haired boy, and set his glass of Firewhiskey on the counter. "That is the only explanation I could come up with, since you clearly aren't interested in any of the girls here."

"And how do you know that I am not dating a boy?" Dylan remarked, giving the French Male a smirk. Dylan knew the male before him was a Frenchie- the accent made it obvious. "Or maybe just these girls ain't my taste."

Dylan offered one to the boy, and took another drag of his. He kept his posture cool, uncaring. The Russian was pretty sure that if his past self took a sudden adventure to the future, he will be shocked. Heck, Dylan was shocked at his own actions.

But people changed didn't they?

Neil just smirked back and commented, "Not your taste? I find that hard to believe considering just how stunning these girls are. But I am mostly certain you are dating a girl. Or am I wrong in my assumption?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he drank some of his Firewhiskey.

The Priduex accepted the cigarette and took out his lighter from his pocket, before placing the cigarette between his lips and giving it the spark. It had been a while since he had done this, and he had to admit, it felt good.

"So what brings you here today?" He questioned as he took a drag and the smoke blew out.