Who: The Star Trek reincarnates (Kent will be late) and Thomas Doyle (Ford Perfect) What: Drinks and camaraderie When: Saturday evening, late Where: Joe's - A decent bar with interesting music choices in LA Warnings: Five (?) old men in five pretty, much younger bodies + one of those men is in a nice looking woman + two men are aliens + much drinking = just wait and see. [posting order: free for all]
Clyde wasn't a big fan of dance music, but somehow he'd picked the one bar in all of LA that played it? He couldn't help bouncing ever so slightly. Really, they let some boy from Shreveport set up the meet in LA, what did they expect?
"I like to move it move it move it." His head bobbed as he sung along. It was music, and the beat almost demanded moving. Then again, "hick" and the Scot who was sharing space with said "hick" were very active men, and they didn't mind dancing or singing when the time called for it. Right now, the time called for a little bit of both.
Thankfully, Scotty had put enough vast and crazy images in his head that watching the lights moving, the people dancing, and whatever else happened around him didn't dazzle him. In fact, other than the occasional slight move to the beat of whatever was playing, Clyde didn't seem phased by anything. In fact, he just had a nice happy smile that wasn't the effect of any alcohol. Both men were happy to be somewhere new with people who might be able to drink. The giant "hick" was probably the obvious baby of the lot, yet in a strange way he might have also been one of the oldest.
The music playing was now something more disco, and Clyde's booted foot tapped out the rhythm as he took another lean against the bar. It was a slouched one, seeing as the poor guy was larger than the...perhaps he was the right size for the average Klingon - a wiry Klingon? His clothes weren't too out of place, so they didn't have to explain why a cowboy had come to a "swankier" establishment. No, the jeans and the fitting button up wasn't bad.
Honestly, Clyde was happy that he had somehow arranged this and gotten a place that wasn't a gay club. Oh, he had nothing against gay guys or gals, but it would have been something he really didn't want to listen to for who knew how long, being ribbed about it.
His booted foot now tapped to Prince and his kissing needs.
"This isn't bad." He laughed. It could have been much worse.