Re: Sage & Jacob
“You always look pretty,” Sage grinned over at Jacob. He wasn’t into his friend, Jacob really wasn’t his type, but he’d always found him attractive, even if he hadn’t been comfortable voicing it back when they were younger. Sage had been slow to figure out his sexuality, and even slower to voice it, but he was as comfortable in it now as he was with the color in his hair. He picked up a cocktail for himself and took a sip, raising his brows. “Not bad. I could get loopy on these if I’m not careful.” He felt safe there, in a large room filled with people, but he knew outside the sun would eventually set and he’d have to deal with the darkness. Drinking might help dull the anxiety, but he didn’t want it to get out of hand either. He was determined to prove he could do this, that there was nothing to be afraid of lurking in the shadows. “So, why’s Connor got a lawyer? Is everything okay?” Maybe all doctors had lawyers at their beck and call. Sage didn’t know, but it seemed unusual.
Jacob ate up the praise and it was easy to accept it when he was all dressed up and feeling pretty and he was reminded of drunk girls in clubs who spoke so freely when they found out he was gay, like he was one of them and allowed to hear all the secret girl things. No you're so pretty, oh my god you don't even know how hot you are! Would guys talk like that if society didn't claim it was too feminine? He was distracted from his thoughts by Sage's question and - unsure how much he could really tell people about Connor's problems - he waved it off with a little shrug. "It's not criminal law, just some property stuff." He thought Sage might be right about the cocktails, the one he was drinking was almost like it had no alcohol in it at all and from experience he knew those tended to be the most potent. "Permissions and inheritance law or something, I forget. I wish we could dance here, I almost miss clubbing."
Sage knew absolutely nothing about property stuff, but he nodded like that made sense. Maybe someday he’d be grown-up enough to own property himself, but at the moment he just needed to get a job first. A job and an apartment, two tasks that seemed so simple, yet felt so daunting. “Even if there was dancing, I don’t think it’d be like clubbing,” Sage smiled. He tried to picture the people around him jumping around to music so loud that they couldn’t hear themselves think. It was an image that made him laugh. “That’s one of those things I feel like I kind of missed out on.” He wasn’t sure he would’ve liked clubbing, but it might be nice to find out someday. He’d have to leave Point Pleasant though. The closest thing they had to a club was Dragonfly, but he’d seen enough movies to know that wasn’t the same.
"Yeah, it's great with the right people," Jacob replied. "But lonely as fuck too." Or maybe that was just him, thinking back on night clubs made him remember that painful pang in his chest, like something was missing and he'd so desperately hoped to find it on a night out and never did. "And we'd waltz here, I think, or one of those fancy other dances I don't know shit about." He stepped back and took a little bow with a flurry hand motion, then tittered at Sage again. "I do not know how to waltz. Coming here again makes me feel like I have to learn it for some reason." At least he had decent coordination so it probably wouldn't take too long to learn, but then video game moves were always easier for some reason.