Drink this? On purpose!? ( Open ! )

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It was a very rare occasion when Jocelyn, known as Jace by his band mates and fans, ever went to the lower levels of Haviah because he wanted to instead of getting a gig in one of the dirty bars. Jace had a refined attitude, a grace the lower level people stared at when he walked, it was either his grace or his long hair. Obviously it wasn’t that he looked funny, he’d seen a young man walk around covered in all sorts of spikes with bright orange hair and glowing green eyes.

Jace pushed a hand through his own hair, getting it caught at the base of his neck where it was pulled into a braid. He hadn’t been down here in forever. A place to drink away the sorrows for a night and get back to daily life tomorrow with a headache. A lightweight, Jace was gone after a drink or two, just the way he liked it. Only time he did anything. Grown man, he could drink.

Of course, he always did so a little guiltily. But that was washed away after the first drink. The first foul sip of the brain fuzzying concoction people downed for pleasure in their free time. Another block or so and Jace pushed open the door to a bar, it was rather quiet inside, being on the early side - nine PM or so. It was a more scruffy bar, so there was little chance people would notice him ‘from that band with the fairy and the candidate boy.’

Vaughan. Jace looked at his feet for a moment before going to sit at the bar, holding his braid out so he didn’t sit on that, it hung an inch or two past the seat. He lifted a hand and told the bartender to grab him a beer, wrinkling his nose when his chip was scanned and the bottle was placed in front of him. A sip. Jace recoiled visibly, his nose scrunching up and his eyebrows drawing together.

Nasty stuff.

Licking his lips he silently saluting his little candidate before taking a guzzle and pulling it away with a disgusted noise and putting the bottle back on the bar. “God, who drinks this crap on purpose?” Of course, Jace was ignoring the fact that he was down here all on his own. Helpless. Jace hated feeling helpless, and with a family member out being a candidate, the only thing he could feel was helpless.

[Anonymous]

Oh god your sig. I haven't heard that in ages.]

Ah, the lower levels. It took Michael a good few weeks to figure out a way down there...but why was he so interested? Well, for one, he had never seen it before. Heard of it? Yeah, and that's what made him so curious...curiousit y was a bad thing for him.

Also most of the bars knew him on the middle level, so he couldn't get a drink without some elaborate fake ID. He clearly lacked one of those. As for the lower level? Maybe, just maybe he could get away with it, or they wouldn't care? Here's to hoping!

Not to mention he was still avoiding a few people that were looking for him...they wouldn't think of looking down this way, right? Would be nice to not have to watch his back for a night.

His ears lowered when the door squeaked open, the sound rather unpleasant. Damn hearing. Well, not too bad; he wouldn't sit by the door. The second strike? He stepped in the second someone decided to speak up about the drinks. That one made him hesitate...hopefull y it was just a matter of taste? He didn't come down here just to turn around and leave! He finally stepped in further, ignoring the squeaking, aaaaaaaaaaaand?

No strike three. Wonderful! Seemed a bit...dim in here, but no matter. Attention snapped to finding a seat, not taking much note of the others around him, since he didn't see any familiar faces. Good, good, meant no trouble.

"Whatcha got here?" Maaybe he sounded a bit too cheerful for this place, but he had high hopes now. This could actually work! He barely even took note of Jace as he took a seat...he would've known had he taken a better look-- he's seen a few shows, but right now his attention was on not screwing this up.

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Tipping the drink back again, Jace drank and placed it back on the bar with a sigh, his head down, his eyes lowered. He looked over and blinked, and stared. Big ears. Jace gave a fleeing smile and took another drink, his tongue going numb for the horrible taste. Didn’t want to look like a pansy by getting something that tasted good. He already looked enough like a woman, a little fruity drink would be the cherry on the sundae.

Bright green eyes looked through black bangs towards the odd looking person. Odd. Jace was amazed something could make him stage, he was so use to Pari and Cory, but neither of them had such obvious animal ears. Jace had to resist the urge to feel them up. “Beer.” Jace gave another gulp of it before placing it down on the bar, nearly empty. He was going to get so drunk he’ll fall asleep on the streets and be robbed, he knew it. He needed it. Worry about Vaughan was driving him crazy.

“You look... On edge.” He commented, placing his forearms on the bar before moving a hand to attempt to brush his hair out of his face in an obviously not girly-man way. Jace liked his hair, in all it’s smooth longness, unfortunately, it made him feel extremely girly right now, and he hated it. Self-conciously he gently pulled the long thing braid of hair over his shoulder so it could rest on his lap.

Feeling genereous, Jace finished off his beer and lifted a hand to the bartender, getting his finger scanned for two more, one of which he pushed towards the odd-eared young man. “ Here, take the edge off. It’s on me.” Ah, Jace, forever with his mommy instincts to try and make people feel better, even if it was free booze.  Jace took a drink of the new bottle and moved a hand to his forehead.

Suck. He wanted his family back home. “What are you up to this evening?” Seemed odd to ask a name right off the bat, get a conversation going and then ask it in the middle like you forgot.

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He..didn't seem like he was expecting anyone to talk to him, and of all people! One ear perked, the one closest to him, and he lifted his head. Attention snapped right to him, blinking a few times. It took him a bit before he spoke.

"..That's it?" His tone didn't sound as disappointed as the words may have suggested. His attention went back to the bartender, about to order before Jace spoke up again. His mouth opened, about to make the order, when he saw the drink pushed over. He watched it for a moment, before blinking off the hesitation. The hell was he doing? Was acting like he shouldn't be drinking!

"Ah, thanks." And that seemed to calm him, a small grin present as he grabbed the bottle. He kept taking small glances to Jace, recognition obvious-- he just didn't want to make a big deal over it.

"Me? Just...taking it easy today." Hey, he was being honest at least. "And you?" Tone fell casual...he wasn't quite so nervous now-- was nice seeing a familiar face. Even if he didn't actually *know* him.