xp_logs | Birthday logging; Angelo, Paige and Jono

They have fun in a club in New York; the boys persuade Paige to dance with them.

Angelo was having a very good birthday. The table in front of him was covered in bottles and empty glasses - not all of them his, actually - which explained Jono's hand being clamped on his wrist again.

Another part of his very good birthday was hopefully made up by the rest of his company, which happened to include his girlfriend. In a camisole we might add. Paige swore that these two had picked out the hottest club in the city just so that she’d have to take off her jacket. Again. It was draped over the back of her chair, as was her arm, wrist loose and hand holding a bottle of water. No serious drinking for this girl, not this time. Sarah wasn’t here to ward off the scary ones, after all.

Despite what Paige thought of the temperature, the sound world the club was quite chill, although with a danceable beat. Jono was nodding his head absently to the music, seeming oblivious to the fact it wasn't really his preferred kind. He hadn't really taken his hand off Angelo the whole evening, determined to get something out of the evening. "So," he said after a while, taking a time to focus on Paige. "What were we talking about?" He had the unfair advantage of not having to shout over the noise.

Paige's presence was, indeed, part of what was making it a very good birthday, and he'd hardly taken his eyes off her since they'd sat down. "Can't remember", he answered Jono, before announcing, "I think we should go dance."

“You two were discussing that guy's shirt, actually.” Paige hasn’t been drinking remember. She can be the brains of this operation. Or the memory, whatever. “The really sparkly one.” She gestured vaguely, but the sparkles were rather difficult to miss. It was easier just to ignore Angelo when he mentioned dancing.

Jono, head still keeping rhythm along with the music, glanced somewhere over his shoulder, locating the sparkly bloke, but somehow it wasn't as captivating as it had been earlier. He turned back, much more interested in what Angelo had said. "Yeah, we could dance."

Angelo grinned. "We should. Paige?"

“Don’t you two Paige me. You already know what I think of dancing.” Why couldn’t they have stuck with mocking people? She could deal with that. “You two are insane if you think you’re getting me out there.”

"Insane?" Jono looked down at himself, then at Angelo. "We fit the description." Then he adopted drunken logic. "Besides, how many times are both of us at the same time going to be asking you to dance?"

Paige gave him a level look. “While that’s a good point, you’re forgetting the little part where I don’t, and can’t, dance. You don’t tend to learn “Satan rituals” when you grow up in Hicksville Central.”

Angelo chipped in. "If you want to, doesn't matter how good you are at it. Anyway, this is a club, not a dancin' competition."

"No one will notice," Jono continued. "You'll be between us."

Paige choked on her water at that, eyes going one size too large. “I… um.” She paused, trying to get that mental image out of her head, before giving up and finishing off her drink. She suddenly wished she could be pouring it over her head instead. “Fine. One dance.”

Angelo grinned and got to his feet, reaching for her hand with his free one. "Cool. C'mon."

Angelo's movement pulled Jono out of his chair as well, and he stumbled up, attention on Paige. "It'll be worth it."

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Paige muttered under her breath as she too was pulled up and then out to the dance floor.

The music was strangely giddy around them, and the lights followed, flashing and blinking as they made their way into the centre of the floor. Jono settled behind Paige while Angelo faced her, and in a matter of seconds, trying to figure how to move together, they were a tangle of limbs, not really caring or minding who touched who.

Angelo, clumsy with drink, wasn't as good a dancer at that moment as he was sober, but being drunk, didn't really care. He was enjoying himself too much to mind, anyway, hands firmly on Paige's sides, with Jono still holding on to his wrist.

There was a heavy exhale, as Paige realized that she had been holding her breath. Even still, she felt as if she could no longer breathe. Luckily, she didn’t mind, tilting her head back to bump against Jono and giving Angelo a view of her throat. She might be enjoying this a little too much.

Angelo, unable to resist, leaned forward just a little to brush his lips over her throat, before pulling back and continuing to dance.

Holding onto Angelo's wrist was awkward, even more so when drunk and dancing, so Jono let go, seeking skin contact somewhere else. He nuzzled Paige's neck, fingers creeping along down side.

Paige tried to close her eyes against the bright lights, the dark eyes, and skin. Tried to shut off one part of her to keep herself calm and under control. Instead, she only managed to find the smell of Jono’s shampoo, the taste of whatever Angelo had been drinking and the blurred noises in her ears and back of her head accented. Her eyes snapped back to open. Maybe this would be safer.

Inevitably, the song faded into a new one, but somehow even the music had stopped being important to their strange three-way effort. For Jono it must've been the easiest, having even limited access to Paige and Angelo's minds, however alcohol-blurred. He knew when to crowd closer and when to move left or right and where to put his hands to keep it all going.

Lifting a hand up, Paige placed a hand on what remained of Jono’s cheek, turning her head to kiss where the corner of his mouth would be before leaning over and doing the same for Angelo, although, her hand remained with the telepath. Like this, if she concentrated hard enough, didn’t think too hard on how very close the three of them were right now, she could almost feel a glimmer of what the other two were feeling about this. Almost. “That’s one dance,” she commented.

Angelo pulled back a little to look at her. "You set on sittin' down? Or can we get you t'stay here awhile longer?"

"You don't really want to sit down," Jono wheedled. "I can tell."

“Stay out of my head, Jonothan,” Paige growled, but it was obviously more for show and the slight spike of excitement she felt from him. “Naughty. You’ll have to convince me, now.”

Jono lowered his head next to hers, giving Angelo an amused look over her shoulder. He had gone back to clasping his wrist, and his other hand was pressed against Paige's abdomen. "Sunshine, you've practically convinced yourself already. You want to be here. With us. Right now."

Angelo watched all this, returning Jono's amused look. Stepping in close again, he said directly into her ear, "You want convincin'? Well, let's see if this does it..." and bent his head, pressing his lips to her throat again.

Paige bit her lip, hard, and made a soft whimpering noise near the back of her throat. “Not fair… you two cheat…” This was going to be a long night.

Back in the hotel room, the three of them continue to drink a bit, then fall asleep. In the same bed. It's cute.

The others had all gone, scattering to their various rooms, leaving Angelo with Paige and Jono in the suite Pete had arranged. Angelo was currently lounging in one of the armchairs, making full use of the minibar.

Jono was by the window, curtain lifted a bit so he could see the city, although the glare of the suite's light on the window bothered a little. He glanced over his shoulder to see where the two others were. "Could someone get the light?"

Paige had sprawled out on the bed, head cushioned by her arms. She slipped off a shoe and threw it at the light switch, pitching them into blackness for a moment before the outside lighting adjusted with them. “Hurrah. I knew baseball would come in handy.”

Angelo grinned over at her, oddly amused. "You play baseball?"

"Is that why you were so worried about my strange throwing style with the apples?" Jono asked at the same time.

“Played and I was more worried that you were throwing apples to begin with,” Paige replied, flopping back onto the bed as she toed her other shoe off. This was a comfy bed.

Angelo apparently agreed that it looked nice, getting up silently and padding over to stretch out comfortably beside her, taking his minibar bottle with him.

The curtain fell with a soft swish as Jono let go of it, deciding that what was in the room was much more interesting. He got rid of his shoes on the way to the bed, then lost the long-sleeved shirt he had been wearing, and crawled on Paige's other side.

Paige gently elbowed Angelo, stealing the bottle from him. “Good thing you’re sleeping closest to the bathroom. I am not cleaning up after you if you get sick.” She smiled though, obviously joking, and finished the drink for him, tossing it across the room to where the shoes had situated themselves. Good thing minibar bottles were plastic, too.

Angelo looked vaguely indignant. "Now I have to go get another one. If I could be bothered to move..."

"Where are all the telekinetics when you need them?" Jono agreed, looping his arm about Paige's waist, and closing his eyes.

“You don’t want to move. So much more comfortable here…” Paige said gently, keeping one hand resting on Jono while moving the other to grab Angelo’s shirt. “And you know. Better company.”

Angelo smiled, shifting closer to her. "Very true. No drink here, but I can live with that."

"And we're all exhausted." Jono was on his side, half-curled around Paige now. "Well," he amended. "I like to think I'm exhausted, but it's probably just you two."

Paige made something resembling a soft purring noise but utterly content as she nosed into Angelo’s shoulder and patted Jono’s arm. “Aw… we tired you out.” She was tired; she didn’t have to make sense.

Angelo wrapped an arm around her in turn, shifting as close to her as he could, and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I am kinda tired..." he admitted with a yawn.

On his side, Jono was also succumbing to their weariness, eyes feeling almost sandy under their lids. "Stating the obvious there, mate."

“Both of you. Shut up and sleep already,” Paige said, the harshness of her words made soft by the yawn and the slight wiggle as she snuggled deeper into both of their arms.

Angelo moved a little, shifting downwards so he could press a kiss to her hair, and closed his eyes, absolutely content in that moment.

As the last one to actually fall asleep, Jono opened his eyes a sliver, when the breathing of the two others had gone deep and even, and looked at them for a while. He might've smiled if he had been able to, but as it was, he just closed his eyes again and dreamed.