Going Clubbing

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

Title Going to the Club
Pairing(s) Any that the participants want to write in, although I can tell you that Francis will be angling to seduce Alfred by the end of the night. Come on, come all!
Rating I’ll go up to any rating, but I think we have a few pretty young RP’ers here, so maybe try to keep it PG-13 or soft R (you can always take graphic

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[tru3_gentleman]

England grumbled softly to himself as he edged through the club's door; he felt a little uncomfortable wearing clothes he hadn't donned for so long (though he had to admit that he had missed the punk-rock era) and he was begining to wonder why he had even bothered to turn up - he had found a small note amidst his paperwork with the date, time and location of this club written on it in vaguely familiar handwriting. Harried by deadlines and a less than cheerful boss (honestly, the expenses scandle had been their own fault anyway!)he had stuffed the note into his pocket.

And here he was.

Wrinkling his nose at his own folly, England headed straight for the bar. He needed some alcohol...

[pomodoro_buono]

Romano really wasn't one to take up invitations to clubs and such -especially ones from stupid French bastards. Why the hell did he decide to come here in the first place? Perhaps that Spaniard's idiocy was rubbing off on him. Shuddering slightly at the repulsive thought, Romano ungracefully sat himself at the bar, making sure to keep a safe distance from a certain Englishman.

Sighing, Romano rested his head on his hand. This was going to be a long and boring night.

[tru3_gentleman]

Having ordered and received his pint, he England took a decent sized gulp; he felt some of the tension melt away from his shoulders but he tried to keep in mind that he did not want to get drunk today.

Deciding that he still needed to find out who the one who had left the note was, he looked around to see if he could distinguish any familiar faces. A little few seats down from himself he noticed the distinctive curl of hair sticking out of a head that looked to be resting on the bartop. Well, it certainly didn't seem like Romano wanted to be there anymore than he did so he dismissed the idea of him being the culprit behind the note...

Studying the grumpy Italian, England gave a grim smile - misery loves company after all...
Sliding down a seat so he wasn't quite so far away, England spoke; "You look just about as thrilled to be here as I am. Are you not getting anything to drink?"

[morgasmm]

Spain opened the door to the club, with his three turtles atop his head, to find Romano sitting alone at the bar. He walked up and sat down next to him.

"Hi, Lovi!" he almost shouted, "Why do you look so sad?"

As he said this, he picked up one of the turtles off of his head, Antonio Jr., and placed him on Romano's.

[morgasmm]

Spain suddenly gets up from his barstool and shouts,"I'M GOING TO BE A PAPA!!"