[Tobias Wells]

I'M CHECKING YOUR BODY LANGUAGE,
I LOVE THE CONVERSATION, OOH, OOH
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, LET'S TALK MONEY, I TALK THAT! BACK TO MY CRIB, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I LIVE
LET'S GET DRUNK AND FORGET WHAT WE DID!
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Ho-ly shit. Tobi hadn’t yet been to Rage before mostly because he was a little bit nervous about going by himself. Not scared, just nervous, he didn’t particularly know many people outside of the band and maybe outside of his apartment. In a way however, this was why he was here, to make new friends and perhaps find someone… And, of course, getting drunk. Only problem was, doing it by himself was… Strange, so badly he begged Sam to come along with him, trying to make him see the wonders of the outside world. The controller in his hands said no. So out on his own he ventured, queued for about five minutes then got inside and well… Damn.

The place was pretty packed. Tobi had absolutely no idea that there were so many gay people in Adelphia, just went to show what he learnt when he went out to new places. All the same though, he thought he stuck out like a sore thumb. So many people out were in tight, low cut clothing. He wore his normal hipster-ish attire. He really needed new clothes all of a sudden. The instant he got inside he ditched the glasses and stashed them deep into his pocket, taking off his jacket and instantly searched for a cloak room.

Now he felt naked and weird. Loud music thrummed through the club and he couldn’t help but watch as loads of guys were dancing alongside and grind up against each other. He felt like such a voyeur, it was like soft core porn. This officially proved that being here, with anyone or not, was a good idea, he certainly needed to get used to the scene so, what better way than this? But he really needed a drink. Damn, was it age of 21 or 18 to get booze here? He wasn’t entirely sure, he knew that 18 year olds could get in, but were they allowed to be served alcohol?

Well, it certainly wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot, and hell, maybe he’d be lucky and it would be cheap and he’d get drunk so easily that he would go out onto the floor and get in on the action. Ok wow, he needed to meet people big time. Ok head in the game, he was confident, proud homosexual… Who had never had a proper boyfriend in his whole damn life. He made his way over to the bar with a quick scan of people greeting each other, chatting or the aforementioned dancing. As well as some making out lightly, which he tried not to find too sexy.

[Lynde Waldron]

It was a day off, and Lynde was going to take full advantage of it.

His brother never liked it when he was informed that the younger twin had plans to go out partying, but Lynde never cared. At least he let the man know, right? Well, that and he wasn't forcing him to come along. He figured he would be thanked for it, but apparently not, and so he shrugged it off, told his brother again that he was leaving, and out the door he went. He walked down the hallway, grabbed a jacket along the way, and stepped out the front door of his brother's apartment, then began descending the stairs two at a time. He wasn't in a rush, but he knew he had to be quick if he wanted to get there anytime soon. He didn't drive, so the walk was going to be quite a stretch, but he knew it would be worth it, especially if he could find someone interesting to keep him company.

He pulled the light jacket over his purple sweater, leaving it open to expose his variety of necklaces, and he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his tight black jeans. Most people would've found his attire (and even his entire wardrobe) uncomfortable, but it had been his style since he was young, and he didn't have any plans on changing it anytime soon. He found it comfortable, so why should it matter if others didn't like it?

Grinning to himself, Lynde began whistling a tune as he strolled quickly along the side of the roads, and within twenty minutes, he finally reached his destination: Rage. He had been there a few times before, had a few good experiences with dancing and getting drunk, and as he slipped out his fake ID to the bouncer once it was his turn, he offered him a smile and watched as the man looked it over. Thankfully, he was only a year younger than what the card said, which was 21, so he easily got let in. He wasn't worried about that, though; he was more worried about getting some alcohol in his system. That was the main reason why he came here; he enjoyed finding guys to flirt with, but being a virgin still, he rarely found someone worth sleeping with, so he usually could be found at the bar, drinking his life away while happily talking and clinging to some random guy whom had made the mistake of speaking to him first.

Heading over to the bar, he asked for a beer, nothing special, and when he was asked for an ID, he showed it to the man. He was then given a confirming grunt, barely audible over the loud music, and so the twenty-year-old grinned and slipped the card back into his pocket, and he waited for his drink. When he was passed to him, he took a long swig from it and sighed heavily, his eyes now scanning the people near him. He could barely hear the conversations, and he didn't care; if they weren't talking to him, he didn't want to pay any attention to them. Shrugging lightly to himself, he took another gulp of the alcohol and waited for something interesting to happen. If it didn't soon, he was going to go off to the dance floor and make something happen.

Blinking, Lynde looked to the side as he felt someone stand next to him, and he looked the man over before raising an eyebrow. Finally, someone attractive. A smile spread across his lips as he noticed what the other was wearing, and he had to admit that the style flattered the other. Clearing his throat, he tapped the man on the shoulder and leaned closer so he could be heard.

"Hey, you look like you've never been here before," he said loudly, hoping he could be heard. Offering a smile, he added, "Nice outfit. Much better than skin-tight leather, if you ask me. Much more comfortable too, I'm sure." Grinning, he sipped at his beer briefly before setting it down and tilting his head slightly, watching the other curiously.