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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[morgasmm]

Antonio was sipping his Mojito when he hears the familiar ring of Loba by Shakira from his cell phone, "UNA LOBA EN EL BARRIO~," he sings, "TIENE GANAS DE SALIR~ AUUUU~ DEJA QUE SE COMA EL BARRIO~ ANTES DE-" he flipped open his phone and answered it.

"Hola?"

"Ayy, porque no, mi cielo?"

"Si, estare' alli en cinco minutos"

He turns to Arthur and Romano, "Sorry guys, little Argentina can't sleep~ I'll see you all tomorrow! Adios, mis amigos~" He takes Antonio Jr. from Romano's head places his lips there for a quick goodnight kiss, then steps out the door and to his car.

[ Sorry, I have to go now D: BYEEEE ]

[pomodoro_buono]

Lovino cringed back as Spain leaned down to kiss his head.

"Bastard," blushing as he said it.

[patrioticpride]

(AND NOW I'M ACTUALLY HERE!)

Alfred awkwardly stepped out of his car, having changed from his usual clothes to jeans, and a blue button up shirt over a white t-shirt. He vaguely wondered what kind of club this was, and if he was underdressed. And he was late too, but that he didn't really care about. Much. He was really more worried about that weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach.

...He hoped France didn't do anything too weird. ... Maybe he just needed a drink.

He stepped through the doors of the hotel, looking around at all the people scattered around. Huh. He thought it was a club. Maybe there was a bar-club sort of thing somewhere else in this hotel? He'd have to find it.

[tru3_gentleman]

Spain's departure had been rather abrupt and with no one to talk to (Romano still looked like he was fuming so he wasn't going to risk a conversation now unless he was the one initiating it) England downed the rest of his pint, swiftly ordering another. The fairy that had decided to accompany him tonight, who had been exploring since they had arrived, tutted at him from by his ear, reminding him of his earlier resolve not to drink too much.

England waved her off, and stared at the counter as he waited for his drink.

[patrioticpride]

After much, much walking around aimlessly, Alfred found the bar. He felt pleased with himself, and his proud gait only intensified. He walked through the doors and inhaled deeply. There was a mild tinge of alcohol in the air, and Alfred was really craving that drink now. He made his way towards the bar-- only to notice the back of someone familiar's head.

"Arthur! Old man!" Alfred made his way over, before slapping a hand on the back of the other nation's back.

(ooc: ohmygodiloveyou. ;-;<3)

[tru3_gentleman]

Feeling America's hand slam into his back (really, the boy didn't know his own stregnth!), England turned his head to glare at his former colony.
"Who are you calling 'old man', you git?" His pint had arrived, and he took another gulp of beer - he wasn't quite at the stage of bawling yet... a few more drinks in him, though, and he probably would be! "Show a little respect, at least!" he grumbled to himself. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

[patrioticpride]

Alfred only grinned, his smile bright as slipped into the chair next to Arthur.

"You, of course!" He laughed. Was Arthur drinking again? He wondered if Arthur was going to get drunk again. That'd be funny and awkward, Alfred thought. But Arthur did look a little.. what's the word.. soused?

Alfred faced Arthur, his arm on the bar counter before shrugging, "Dunno. Francis told me to meet him here, I think. I'm late though, haha!"

[russianwater]

Russia unfortunately ran out of vodka, though that almost never happens. After hearing forcing Prussia saying where he gets his alcohol, Russia decided to take a visit to purchase a few more bottles until he receives the next shipment. Upon opening the door of the small bar, he sees people that he's familiar with, he decides to approach them, not to surprise them or anything.

"Hello. It's good to see you guys here." Russia smiled while raising a hand in greeting.

((OOC: ;u; I'm getting quite lost and confused, so I apologize for the mistakes that I would cause.))

[aph_greece]

Greece looks up, face his usual blank, and gave a polite nod in reply. He manages to look equally at home and out-of-place in the bar, neither drinking nor talking to anyone, simply standing. Is he enjoying the atmosphere? Is he waiting for someone? It was hard to tell.

[e_roderich]

[...It's alright if I still post, right?? I sometimes really hate time zones... And I hope our dear Switzerland will show up soon~ (And as a side-note for rating, I don't really care. I CAN TAKE ANYTHING~) After this post, my LJ roleplaying virginity has been taken, so please excuse my fail.]

Austria felt out of place, really. He hadn't gone to clubs since that one time that he didn't want to remember and for some reason, he had accepted when Switzerland had told him something about "France asking to" and "not really wanting to know what would happen if this invitation was refused" and asked if Austria wanted to come too. And he even remembered Prussia mentioning something about it.

Austria still didn't know why he had accepted. He sighed and decided to go get something to drink while waiting for Switzerland to show up. Of course he wouldn't get drunk, because that would be very un-gentleman-ish. Though before he even got to the bar, he saw few familiar faces. He sighed again.

This is going to be a long night... he thought