Time to Party! An Odd Meeting

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Ug, I'm in much need of a good rest and some fun. Astra thought as she walked down the Club District to a club she'd been to only once before. She was smiling, all of the lights and music and people, and generally good feelings coming from most made her giddy. It had been a while since she'd last gotten out, and desperately needed this. She was still having nightmares... And her new training did take up a lot of her time.
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Turning into the club, she sashayed her way to the bar. First things first, just something small. She thought as she looked over a menu that had been standing between two glasses. Nodding, she ordered a Butterbeer. One of her new favourites.
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Her hips swayed in time to the music, the beat infectious. This was going to be a good night, she just knew it!

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@ezra // Happens after the Breakout Thread

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꧂ꕥ꧁ ❝ admidst the mists and coldest frosts; with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts; he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.❞ ✄ coding and layout cadeparade song outfit wordcount 370 tag @astraica

To call this place Ezra's 'scene' would be the biggest lie ever told. If he was honest with himself, the only reason he put up with the pounding bass in the background and the mass of bodies on the dance floor (hell, even dancing in general) was because he was meeting his hook up here. It'd taken a minute for him to get settled in Astaria to start off with, getting in touch with a dealer had been something else entirely. Thankfully his guy back in Seattle had been able to help out a little, but the adjustment was still taking him a bit. Jess was a lot different than Wesley. That was an understatement in and of itself.        He managed to push through the writhing swarm of clubbers, a divine miracle. Once he stumbled out, he lumbered his way to the bar. Handing the tender a twenty, he tried to keep his voice at a reasonable level as he asked,       "Cannae get a vodka-cran, mate?" Part of his statement was lost to the booming bass drop behind him, but evidently the bartender had heard him well enough that he turned around and began filling a glass. Ezra stood against the bar, bracing most of his weight on it. He probably should've been cut off by this point, but he tended to hold his alcohol well enough that it didn't seem to concern the staff. He was starting to tire out. Thankfully, the edibles he'd had earlier were keeping him lifted for now, but once those wore off he knew he'd pass out. The vodka-cran slid down the bar into his waiting hand and he gave an appreciative nod, taking a drink as he turned towards the dance floor again. He braved his way through the horde again, attempting to make it over to the lounge on the other side of the floor. Unfortunately, the night had other plans. As he took another drink, he accidentally bumped into another person a little harder than intended. A woman, who seemed to be having a better time than him right now, especially with most of his drink down his shirt.        "So sorry luv, my mistake. Didn't get any on you did I?"

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Astra had just begun walking to the lounge area, drink in hand, when she couldn't help but dance a little to the beat, when she felt an unusual feeling coming from behind her. Turning to see who it was, she immediately found she was bumped into by a tall man with a tuft of white hair at the front of his head. She blinked and blushed at the apology, having just saved her drink herself.
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"Oh! Nono, it's alright. I'm fine." She looks down at her jean jacket and finds a stain there, she shakes her head. "It can be washed." She smiles. "You, on the other hand don't look ok." She looked down at his shirt then to the lounge area. She had really meant how he was feeling at that particular moment, she hoped to be able to heal him of whatever was afflicting him... Maybe it's alcohol... She thought as she reached over to touch his arm to lead him to the lounge area.
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"Would you like to get to the lounge area and sit down?" She asked trying to help.

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@ezra // She's trying to be helpful X3

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꧂ꕥ꧁ ❝ admidst the mists and coldest frosts; with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts; he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.❞ ✄ coding and layout cadeparade song outfit wordcount 492 tag @astraica

Feeling like shit was absolutely nothing out of the usual for Ezra. He'd had his fair share of rough nights, and a few crippling hangovers right along with them. Hell, alcohol or not, he tended towards the unlucky end of universal bingo. Honestly, if there was some decades long curse placed on his family, he probably wouldn't have been as pressed. At this point it was just getting ridiculous. He wasn't angry with her words, not in the slightest. However, 'You don't look too well' was a major understatement. She's not wrong, his mind helpfully supplied as he tried to formulate a solid, non slurring reply. His mother was probably rolling in her grave. Hell, if he fancied a plane trip, he could probably ask her himself.        "Sit down. Yeah. That'd probably be good." he answered finally. He started once again, towards the lounge. It was only a few paces but it was genuinely starting to feel like a marathon. He'd definitely overdone it a tad bit tonight. The throbbing bass was beginning to give him a skull splitting headache that reverberated through his body. He barely had made it to one of the faux leather chairs, stumbling a little bit into an unoccupied end table; and once he did, he collapsed unceremoniously into it. He set the glass that had once contained his drink on the coffee table ahead of him. Turning toward the woman he'd ran into, he did his best to not look completely out of it.        "I really am sorry. Usually don't make such an arse of myself, pinky promise." he mused, "That- that's not an excuse. Just an explanation. Oh bollocks. Listen to me yammer on like an old nan." He heaved  a hefty sigh, taking his hat off and running his hand through his hair. In a momentary lapse in justice, he imagined what Saadia might think of him if she could see him right now. They'd worked so hard getting him to stop depending on illicit substances and actually coping with things, and here he was almost 200 miles from home. Making a fool of himself in a club nonetheless. The anxiety crept in shortly after. He put on a brave face and forced a pinched smile, looking up at the blonde girl in front of him now. He imagined she probably thought he was some drunk idiot. He felt bad accepting any kindness from her. His visceral reaction was to push her away immediately so she could carry on with her night, and he intended to make sure that happened.        "I'm Ezra. I appreciate your concern angel, but I'm alright. I've had worse. I'll pull through." he said, with a surprisingly cheerful inflection to it. Anything to make the facade convincing. Her bright blue eyes bored into him like they were looking straight through him, and it was eerily similar to what Saadia's had done. Piercing directly into his being like a point blank bullet. The comparison unnerved him.

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Astra nodded as he basically said sitting down was a good idea, and followed him carefully as he went to take a seat in the lounge area. She was concerned. The emotions coming from him were distressful, and he felt... Muddy-minded? That's what she liked to call it. At least, she never really felt this much of it from one person before... Maybe that's because she always kept to the dancing crowds...
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Almost shaking her head, she watched him unceremoniously fall into the seat at the small table, and smiled when he apologized. "Thank you, but that's alright. What do you have flowing through your system?" She asks curiously. Then she shook her head with a laugh. Old nan... She was about to say he didn't sound like one when... He called her Angel. Her eyes went wide and she stared at him a moment, before leaning in slightly and almost whispering.
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"How do you know me by that name?" Worry lacing her words.

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@ezra // She's afeared X3

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꧂ꕥ꧁ ❝ admidst the mists and coldest frosts; with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts; he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.❞ ✄ coding and layout cadeparade song outfit wordcount 415 tag @astraica

A better question might have been what didn't he have in his system at that moment. With double vision he looked at her, well...both of her, and gave a lazy smile. With a wave of his hand, he shook his head, as if he could wave away the very question she'd posed. "I...uh. What is it you Americans say? I plead the fifth?" He asked with a laugh that only served to exacerbate his headache. Stifling a groan he noted the look of worry, and how she seemed to get closer to him, although that could've just been his vision being all out of wack. For a moment he was going to try and verbally push her away once more, but the words that came didn't express the concern towards him, rather the pet name used.        Mentally, he stumbled, searching for a way to answer that question. Thoroughly confused, he quirked a brow at her and answered, "What do you mean? Angel? Nah, luv it's just a pet name. Sorry, I forget that I'm not 'cross the pond sometimes. Much more common place over there." He brushed it off, finally figuring it was just a misunderstanding, and he leaned to the side to rest his head in his hand. Ezra closed his eyes for a moment, willing his head to stop pounding alongside the bass that blasted through the establishment, to little to no avail. Seemed to him that it was probably time to call a taxi. He searched his jacket pocket, retrieving his phone and fumbling with the lock screen. Thankfully Jess had done him the favor of adding the city taxi service to his speed dial list. His finger paused, hovering over the call button, debating if it'd be too loud for them to hear him with all the music.           Turning once more to the blonde girl, he squinted, blinded momentarily by the spotlights from the dance floor, and added: "I think I'll be alright from here. Don't worry yourself about me. This isn't my first drunken misadventure." He smiled, trying to be vaguely reassuring, for her sake or his he wasn't sure. With that he finally pressed the call button, plugging his other ear so he could hear better. After a short momentary conversation that he thankfully didn't have to yell into the receiver, he managed to get a ride ETA about fifteen minutes. That at least gave him time to throw up in the men's room if he needed, he supposed.