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[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel loves dancing. All kinds, really. The wild reels and steps of his childhood and the gyrating dances he'd learned in dark corners and even the foxtrot and waltz he'd been forced to learn with strict nuns keeping time.

There are no nuns tonight, though.

The semester has been a bear, with the only high point of his week sometimes being the class time he gets to spend with Anthony. And, maybe, the after-hours sessions they have together: he's an avid student, even half dressed and falling into bed he'll tease about grammar and conjugation. He'll hold little conversations in French as they lay together after, sharing cigarettes.

But not tonight. Tonight, they are both between projects and assignments and Gabriel wants to be out. He's texted Anthony, inviting (urging) him to come out for some fun while they both have the energy. Gabriel's been there for a little while, thoroughly enjoying himself while he waits for his--

Anthony.

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[flightfromennui]

Anthony has been in clubs like this before a few times. Particularly when he had first arrived in Darrow, almost precisely a year earlier, he had been intrigued by their novelty, if not interested in much, specifically that they had to offer. Even in own time, dark clubs with too-loud music and bodies pressed close together—more common than some people imagined, if one knew where to look—hadn’t been his style. Here, like there, these places are an amusing diversion from time to time, but not someplace he goes with any regularity.

When Gabriel urges him to come along—well, he isn’t about to say no. The club is packed when Anthony comes in, and he wonders if he and Gabriel will even be able to find each other. Still, when he goes to the bar, he orders two gin and tonics, just in case. And when he turns around, his gaze immediately falls on a tall, blond-haired, bright-eyed young man in the crowd.

Well, isn’t that fortuitous. He smiles to himself.