Eddie Charoensuk (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sabai_sabai) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} beforedawn_ic,@ 2025-04-30 19:29:00 |
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Where: Yoyo, Paris France
When: End of April
What Random Meeting
Going ahead doesn't mean you're going to get there first.
Work had deposited Eddie Charoensuk in the 16th neighborhood of Paris well after midnight, starving and tired but not quite ready to turn in for the day. Working for so long always had to be followed up by some fun, no matter how late it got or how tired he was. After all, if he didn't have fun every single day what sort of life was he even living? What was he working so hard for?
He quickly hooked up with a group of kids who looked to be his own age, hanging down by the Seine, smoking, drinking, and talking, harassing the boats filled with tourists that passed by every fifteen or twenty minutes. When they all decided they needed a change of venue, Eddie left himself get swept up along with everyone else to see what Paris had to offer. To experience what "not even the locals" knew about.
He was glad when that turned out to be a club and nothing anything more...dangerous. There wasn't a club anywhere that Eddie couldn't handle. Despite it being a big ole secret, he didn't really see anything all that different about the place. There was a long bar that was very busy, a large concrete dance floor, lots of swirling, turning lights, and lots of people lost to music so loud they would probably dream about it later.
Eddie loved places like this, even though they were all the same. No matter where in the world he went he always fit in because you didn't have to worry about talking or getting to know someone or being heard. You danced. You drank. You made out. You hopefully made it home, anything there was to regret you could regret in the morning.
At least that was his motto, a motto he intended to live by up until the very moment that he couldn't.
He was doing what he was supposed to. Dancing. Drinking. Making out. His cheeks were flushed from alcohol and his world was a fuzzy blur of only good feelings that were just beginning to hint at starting to spin, and suddenly everything started to go wrong. Some sort of fight had broken out over something he couldn't understand because they were yelling in a foreign language. By the time he registered angry voices someone was being shoved and punches were being thrown and he was very much starting to regret hanging out with who he had chosen to hang out with.
He caught the wrong side of an elbow, collided with two more people and in the confusion got pushed forward. The momentum was enough to knock him down onto a sticky floor and he got stepped on. With a loud cry of alarm he half crawled and half pulled himself up using a new stranger as his anchor and then turned and ducked around another person who gave off the vibe of being an actual wall and grabbed their wrist. "There's a fight!" He exclaimed, tugging the captured arm around his waist. There was fight and he was definitely going to hide behind you!