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Julian Travers (licentious1) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Julian had been feeling more than a little lonely as the day wore on. He was happy beyond belief that he had his brother back, but Tristan had elected to spend some time at Pandora's - something Julian could understand, but it meant the Travers house had one less body to fill it up. Wallace was wonderful company, but there was only so much a dog could do before its company wasn't enough.

The best cure for loneliness, however, was hitting one of the more populated pubs or clubs in London and finding someone to spend the night, something Julian did quite often. He loved going into a place where the music was good, the bodies were gyrating, and he could lose himself in it all for a little while. It didn't hurt that, more often than not, he left with someone on his arm to warm his bed. So he'd quickly gone through his closet, put on something he could dance in, and headed off for Wingbeat.

He'd entered the club and gone straight for the bar, buying two shots of something red and fiery-looking and drinking them down before looking to the dance floor. It was exactly what he was looking for so he didn't waste any more time in wading his way through the sea of bodies, lifting his arms to dance as he moved. Men, women, those who were both and neither, Julian danced with them all. Many of them knew him and flirted with him openly, and others were only familiar in passing.

He kissed the neck of one handsome man and turned away with a wink, only to find himself face to face with someone completely new and unfamiliar. She had a gorgeous grin that he happily returned, and he moved to dance closer to her.