Angel (angeljones) wrote in epicenes, @ 2009-01-01 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | firestar, mimic |
WHO: Angel Jones & Calle Rankin
WHAT: New Year's celebration and some dancing!
WHEN: [backdated] 12/31/08.... a few hours before midnight
WHERE: A dance club in New York near Times Square
RATING: TBA?
Despite the gloom that had permeated the mansion in the days following the attack, there was something promising about 2009 being right around the corner. Most of the mansion residents began to buzz with excitement with plans for New Year's Eve and life at the mansion almost felt normal again with everyone's spirits slowly lifting up. Maybe it was the hope the new year held, or maybe everyone was moving past what had happened? Either way, it felt like things were getting better which was something Angel needed to feel. Something he needed to reassure him that things were going to be ok.
Initially he was set on staying in and ringing in the new year with a movie marathon but his plans were quickly derailed when his cell phone began to blow up. Not literally- just with a barrage of calls and texts. It seemed the few friends he had at school decided that staying in on New Year's Eve was not acceptable. It was positively despicable, even! So after some enthusiastic conversations, Angel found himself with plans to commute into the city and to a dance club to ring in the New Year. Sure there was some anxiety that lurched in his stomach the moment he left the mansion. Some hidden worries that he'd return to more chaos at the mansion in the morning. But he knew that he couldn't live life in constant worry, not if he intended to make the best of the world around him. 2009 held a lot of promise and if he was going to seize the year, he'd do it the best way he could imagine. He'd bring in 2009 with dancing the night away!
After a commute into the city that could only be described as frantic Angel finally found himself on familiar stomping grounds. He was back in New York and he wasn't going to deny the fact that the joyous energy around him did wonders for his spirits. The moment he set foot in the club Angel felt a little intimidated. There were so many people there and so much energy around him that it was a little overwhelming. Angel at first hesitated to immerse himself into the crowd but his schoolmates were determined to bring him out of his shell before the clock struck midnight.
The first drink settled into him warmly but left him enjoying the ambiance around him. The second one opened him up a little more and by the third drink a certain red-head was out on the dance floor shaking what his momma gave him! He wasn't always forthcoming with the fact that he loved to dance, but when the mood struck him he was hard to pry off the floor. His body and hips moved fluidly along to the music, the beat sinking under his skin and keeping him moving on the floor as he found himself in the center of the floor. It didn't matter if someone was dancing with him or not. He was there to enjoy himself and for that moment- he owned that floor. Angel kept dancing with every new song that the DJ put on, some of his friends retiring to a lounging area as the red-head stayed back dancing.
After a while Angel found himself thirsty and hot from all the writhing bodies around him. He needed a moment to catch his breath and something to wet his throat. Navigating his way through the crowd Angel seemed... different. There was more confidence in his walk. A new-found security in his movements as the young man grinned openly. Angel was in a good mood and felt great. And the boy was determined to make everyone notice that.
"S'cuse me..." he breathed out softly as he brushed past someone else on his way to the bar. He was finding himself glad he decided to go out now, glad he had something to take his mind off the worries back home. When he approached the bar, Angel pushed through the crowds until he reached the counter. Once he flagged the bar tender over to him he quickly placed his order. "Can I get an Irish Trashcan, please?" he asked politely (hey, the boy still had manners on him... even if he was a little more than buzzed). Once he got his drink and paid for it he submersed his way back into the crowd, trying to make his way back to his friends. With the way the evening was going Angel felt much more optimistic about the future. Things were going to be ok, he affirmed to himself. 2009 would be a good year- he'd make it a good year.
Then he felt someone bump into his shoulder.
"Oh shoot, I'm sorry!" he called out as he spun around to apologize to whomever he just bumped into. With the enthusiasm and energy in his presence it was obvious the boy had some drinks in him already. Maybe he should make a resolution for the new year to be a little more graceful when he walked... or at least keep his drink from sloshing so much in his glass.