my heart stops when you look at me,

[Blake Knox]

(posted finally...)

Blake had been a little tried, and if was for the sudden, evil, genius plot of his to date Wynn and make Daniel jealous. It was the perfect idea, and he felt greatly indebted to the happy-go-lucky boy for it. This could possibly change the tide of the friendship boat. Of course, this wave would be totally unseen, not Blake's fault at all. Just feelings. Daniel would understand, and then Blake hoped, would get insanely jealous. Even a tiny bit would be great. Of course, 'dating' Wynn didn't only make Daniel jealous. Certain people, probably didn't like the rumors already spreading of their relationship. Though, those rumors were intentionally spread because he sure wished some of it reached his room mate's ears. He wasn't one for gossip, like Blake, but he had to hear a tiny bit of it. Right?

The point was, hanging out with Wynn gave him renewed energy. The boy was infectious, energy practically oozed out of him, and Blake couldn't help feasting off it. He had forgot how he missed this, going out to clubs and hanging out. They used to be a pair, not in a dating way, in a partners in crime way. Go out, party, get into some trouble, and then run away again. Blake had connections to get out, and Wynn was a good guardian to have around. The boy was like a puppy, most of the time, but if someone was giving the people he liked trouble... Well, that puppy changed pretty quickly to a wolf. Blake never wished to get on the boy's bad side because things couldn't be pretty.

Going clubbing definitely hadn't been on his list before. Burned out of energy and pouting under the covers had been his plans for the next week. Depression from the who mess with Gabriel and the dumb stuff that went down with Daniel. Dragging them back to just, really, awkward pals. This was the first time he had been outside the school since he went to pick up a drunk Danny. (A story he didn't plan on telling Wynn. The boy would find it amusing, or be upset by the fact his brother was drinking). But going outside was good for him. He even dressed himself up a bit, clinging heavily onto his 'boyfriend' as they first entered the club. He began to distance himself from the boy, though, after a while. He seemed to be doing perfectly well on the dance floor, and frankly speaking, Blake wasn't sure he had enough energy to keep up with him. He leaned against the bar sipping a beer, and enjoying the very light buzz. Currently in recovery.

And then, a familiar face came into view. Why did he always meet Gabriel at the club? Quite honestly this was getting ridiculous. If they could meet anywhere else. Like perhaps a bookstore, but why would Gabe be in a bookstore? The point was, anywhere else, but here. When one of them was drunk, or pissy, he wasn't going to put up with it tonight. Recovery was slow, and he couldn't look at the boy he had finally cut off all connections with. Instead he watched Wynn in the crowd, with a small, strained smile. He hoped Gabe didn't approach him. Not that he wouldn't really be surprised if he did. What if Wynn found out?

A few years back... There was Wynn and Blake. They club deal, they were best friends. Then Blake found Gabe, and they become an item. The night club business died down, and so did his tight friendship with puppy boy too for a while. That was until he left Gabe, taking about a year of recovery to explain small bits to his friend what happened. Wynn wasn't a pushy character, but he must of been concerned. Blake just gave him a breeze in what happened. It felt good to let it out. Of course, he didn't mention Gabriel's name, since things could easily turn ugly, but if something went down tonight... Wynn couldn't find out the true identity of his ex-boyfriend. Otherwise a storm was likely in the making. He took another sip of his beer, before setting it back on the bar. Crossing his arms, he waited, if Gabe wanted his little conformation, it was now or never.

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[Gabriel Townsend]

"Oneeeee is da loneliest numberrr that you'll everr do. Twooo can be as bad as one it's da loneliest numberr since da number one." Gabe relentlessly mumbled under his breath as he tapped the bar for another shot. How much was his tab by now? 2 hours of almost constant drinking had to wrack up a real nasty bill. Oh well, he'd just sign it over to his father's charge card, that poor bastard. But today was self-proclaimed as Gabe's day to not care, to officially and firstly get over Blake.

The past week had been harsh on him; he hadn't realized exactly how much this would hurt to be permanently denied and rejected. If Blake was trying to teach him a lesson of some sort, it certainly didn't get through to him. The idea of not sleeping around and cheating hadn't crossed his mind; sex was one of the few things he enjoyed right now, along with getting drunk. Normally he had at least some other interests, sometimes involving Blake, but now that he had hit rock bottom, he took what he could get.

There had been a couple of steps to this post-cataclysmic phase. First there came desperation and tears, always shed in private. Now, there was anger. Whenever Blake walked into the club with a new toy on his arm, said anger only boiled over.

Just who the Hell did that Blake Knox think he was? Sure, money talks but it doesn't always put you in the best situations. Somethings, Gabe had the nerve to respect. Wanting to move on, fine. Liking someone else, great. But, the fact of the matter was this: the guy who escorted Blake tonight wasn't the same douche bag Gabe had been dumped for. That severely pissed him off; Blake was already back and sleeping around again, on to his second man only weeks after the world became dark. Did their separation mean nothing? That implied its own particular sting; Gabe was the only one hurting, was he?

Hell, that was what tonight was supposed to be for Gabe; a night to get drunk and in-touch with old 'friends' and fuck them while he was at it. It was just all about booze and sex tonight, until he realized he wasn't alone in this club. Seeing Blake's face, sitting only a dozen stools away from him, attacked his senses as immediate excitement with a diluted source of fury. Blake, God, he loved to see him again, even though it pained him to see exactly what he wanted but was unable to attain. That was the worst kind of envy, especially when his prize was within reach.

Maybe if he was sober, he would have walked straight out of the club, gotten out of view and pain before it had time to fester. But, if he was sober, maybe he would be able to actually walk to get out of the club. Gabe had been sitting in the club, most particularly at the bar, since 9 p.m., back before the club really got going and as wild as it was now. He would have a terrible hangover tomorrow, but tomorrow wasn't what he was focused on. Right now, it was hard enough to focus his feet to shuffle over to the one next to Blake. "Heey, Blake." He muttered, emphasizing the 'B' sound in his name, as if it were two syllables, 'Buh-lake'. " 'S funny to see ya here." Gabe's facial expression told how amused he really was, however as he looked out to the dance floor. "Buut this is my club. Where's your pretty pet?" He wanted a better look at this guy.

[Wynn Greyson]

ooc: sorry about the wait. P:

ic: It was the club as promised. The times that were spent here always left him comfortable. It was only after, during the times that the distance between him and Blake had concerned him. Now, everything was cool. Sure, Blake loved his little bro, but there wasn’t much Wynn could say. It wasn’t like he could magically tap into his brain and make him stop. Plus, maybe his brother would loosen up and see the world of romance.

Grinning to himself, he glanced towards Blake, wondering why he was sitting around instead of joining him. But, the matter that they were here was a start. Maybe he could get the happiness back into his friend. Scratching the back of his head, he paused for a moment before swaying through the crowd. This was supposed to be a ‘date’.

But, someone was already chatting away with Blake once he squirmed through the pack of humans. The music was blazing, so the conversation was on deaf ears. Wynn blinked, watching them from afar for a few seconds before moving towards the side of the bar. He didn’t want to interrupt, but when was he not curious about what others were talking about? He wanted to talk too.

Pouting, his lingering desire for a conversation pulled him closer. “Blake~” He popped around the other side of him with his usual eager grin before glancing towards the taller guy. Maybe it was just him thinking too much, but he was starting to feel a wee bit short now. He turned back and forth between the two, a questioning look replacing his grin. “Someone ya know? A friend?”

“Hi there,” he offered the stranger a grin of his own along with a short wave. “I’m Wynn.” His eyes glanced towards Blake after he introduced himself. Although he couldn’t put his finger to it, something didn’t feel completely right with his friend. Perhaps something was bugging him? Maybe Daniel did something? He frowned, searching for an answer as if he would tell him right out what it was.