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[notyourfred]

The club's as neon-bright as always, filled with pretty boys, moving bodies, thumping music. The doorway brings them through the back and Alex gives the hulking man at the door a grin. And a shimmy of his backside, with a backward glance

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[notsuitable]

"That's the way I like it," he giggles, catching Alex's hand so the sea of moving bodies doesn't separate them.

"But they know you here."

[notyourfred]

"Yeah, they do. I work out of here a lot..." He wraps an arm around Liam to keep him close as they squeeze in at the bar, and Alex boosts up onto it to shout something to the server. A pair of brightly coloured, very string drinks appear.

"But they aren't ever surprised about anybody I'm with. Cheers..."

Alex downs half the drink in one huge swallow.

[notsuitable]

Liam leans against Alex's shoulder, dizzy from the only contents of his stomach being alcohol and E.

But that doesn't stop him from downing most of his drink in one go. "I like it here."

[notyourfred]

"It's amazing. There's always music, and boys, and..." He stops, realising what he must sound like, and drains the rest of his drink.

"And come and dance with me. And men will buy us drinks if we keep doing it, because we're pretty, and they like that..." He tugs at Liam's belt loop with one manicured finger, urging him to sway, move, swing to the music.