Christopher Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chrisss) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-03-06 13:32:00 |
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Who: Chris + OPEN
What: It's Friday night and Chris has been working all week - he's ready for a break.
Where: Wingbeat
When: March 6, 2005
Rating: SFW (I'd assume)
The dance floor was packed at midnight. Chris was content to stand in the middle of it, swaying with a glass of bourbon on the rocks in hand, crushed just a little bit by the crowd around him. There was a group of girls to his left who were clearly celebrating an engagement, one of them wearing a crown and sash, and a group of guys to his right trying to figure out the best way to get in good with the girls to his left. None of the guys were dancing. Chris thought to himself that the best way might be to, you know, dance.
The drink he had was his third. Nights like this - after a long, rough week - Chris missed the American west. When he'd been in Arizona and New Mexico with his parents (before they'd moved south to build homes in Mexico), he'd spend a night relaxing with a full bottle in the middle of nowhere. He'd take himself out to the desert with a really good warming charm and a wireless and just let himself get lost, alone, wandering. In the morning - or whenever he felt like it before then - he'd simply apparate home. The joy of not needed to know where you are in order to get where you need to be.
But in London - as in Boston - you didn't have space like that, and it wasn't like he could just floo to the desert. So he'd done the next best thing and gotten a couple of drinks into himself and hit the dance floor, letting his stress roll out of his tense muscles as he shook them and gyrated his hips by himself on the floor.
Soon, though, the jabbering of the boys next to him broke through his haze and he moved away from the dance floor to a small table not far from the bar. There, he set down his glass after draining it and sent a friendly wave to a server for another drink.