log: Jake and Warren at the club

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Takes place the friday after the Pete-Soldier attack. Yes, we know. Backdated. a lot.



Warren watched as a tall, thin blonde waitress placed two martinis in front of them. He glanced around the room, and turned to Jake. "Good choice," he noted. He lifted his glass. "To me, 'cause it's for my birthday." He flashed a grin. "That is, if you don't mind."

"'Course not." Jake lifted his own glass. "This is a night in your honour, after all." He grinned and sipped in the drink. "So how's your new room?"

"All moved in now, just have to go back to the old room and grab a couple of things I left there. How are you liking your new job as a guidance counselor?" He took a sip and raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Wow, this has to be one of the best martinis I've ever had."

"Your dad recommended this place to me, actually," Jake said, smiling slightly. "Although I think it's changed since he was here." He put the glass down, holding his hands around the stem, and glanced out towards the
crowds on the dancefloor. "My job... Yeah, well. It became oh so much more interesting after Pete's old comrades paid us a visit. Thankfully, no one is expecting me to do trauma counseling, so, hey. It's not that bad."

Warren drained the last of his martini and signalled the waitress for a second round of drinks. "Well, knowing the mansion, you'll have to do trauma counseling sooner or later," he said dryly. Something like bitterness
flashed in his eyes for a moment, but before Jake could be sure, it was gone, and Warren had a big grin on his face. "Seeing that it's my birthday, Gavin, I want you to ensure that I can hardly walk straight by the end
of tonight."

"Rumours have it, that won't be all that hard..." Jake smirked. He was enjoying himself more than he'd thought he would, and he really needed to relax after Recent Events -- possibly he shouldn't have read all the Harry
Potter books in one go -- and Tuesday he was going to have to see his sister... Jake was all for a night of drunken debauchery.

Thirty minutes later...

Jake slid out of the booth, standing up. His eyes were still blue, but Warren had noticed that the body underneath his blue sweater was subtly turning more feminine by the minute. Not glaringly obvious yet, though.

"Warren," Jake said solemnly, eyes shining with mirth. "Let's dance. I think I'm just about drunk enough to not care how much of an idiot I make of myself."

"Wait, wait," Warren slurred, laughing. He tossed back a shot of rum. After a brief pause, he laughed again. "Ooookay. Now I'm ready." He clumsily stood up himself, and flung his arm around Jake. "To the dance floor!" he cried.

Jake grinned and more or less staggered with Warren to the dance floor. Such a light weight. They ended up dancing fairly close together since Warren kept tripping up and Jake kept having to do some intricate steps to
keep him on his feet. "What's the thing.." Jake sighed, and stepped closer, talking into Warren's ear. "What's the thing on your back?"

Warren abruptly stopped dancing. "It's my harness," he answered. "Can't have the world knowing about my dirty little secret." He seemed angry, but started dancing drunkenly again within several seconds. He leaned in
closer, breathing heavily. "You're a good dancer," he announced.

"You're drunk," Jake grinned, following the beat and flow of the music and ended up chest to chest with Warren. No, wait. Jake backed up, confused, and glanced down at his breasts. He stood very still for a moment, then shrugged. "Oh fuck it." He was moving again, when an arm suddenly appeared in his line of vision. The arm was grabbing Warren's shirt. Jake looked towards the owner of the hand, blinking. What?

Warren turned, confused, and grinned. The owner of the hand was a tall, thin brunette of about thirty. Next to her was a curvy blonde. The brunette stepped closer and looked Warren up and down appreciatively. "Mind if
we cut in? My friend Adrienne here"-- she jerked her head towards the blonde-- "she digs the lady, and me... Well, I dig you." Warren winked at Jake before drawing the brunette in closer for a dance. "Don't mind at all," he breathed. "I don't think I caught your name..."

They danced with the girls for a while, long enough for them to be securely classified as gold diggers. Jake spotted Makai over by the bar and excused himself. He had a short talk with the tall black man, there was a brief flash of light from Jake's palm, and Jake was back, tugging at Warren's sleeve, ignoring the women. "C'mon, angel. I have more for your prezzie. Thing. Birthday." He paused for a moment. "Angel."

Warren glanced over at Jake. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you," he told the women. They shrugged, looking disappointed, and walked away. Warren faced Jake again. "What? What is it?" Blearily, he studied Jake's face.
"Something about your smile tells me we're up to no good." His smile widened. "I like it!"

Jake opened his fist, beaming. "What say you?"

Warren peered into Jake's fist, and back to his face. "Where'd you find Ecstasy?" He laughed. "Man, I haven't done this stuff since college."

"What? Like last year?" Jake smirked. "Makai owed me a favour, and, hey, this place is shiny enough." He closed his fist again, frowing up at Warren. "Hey, drunk boy, can you take this? I forgot to ask. I can probably get weed, if you´d rather."

Warren glanced back up at Jake. "No, no, I'll be fine. Bring it on!" he announced, greedily grabbing at Jake's hand.

Jake laughed, his whole face lighting up. "Then we're all good, aren't we?" He let Warren grab his hand and take one of the small tablets out of his palm.