It was fun getting to ride along with Simon. Motorcycles had such a different feel to them from riding in a car or a bus or a van. It was what Judas guessed riding a horse felt like. Like something alive, something you had to move with, wind in your hair. Fun.
Peter wasn't trying to sneak in, more just trying to figure out the club in general. The whole place felt like it was one giant heartbeat, pounding with the music, but he wanted to figure it out. People kept trying to talk to him until he had found this little corner to duck into for the time being, catching his breath, wondering how anyone could work in a place like this without going completely deaf.
Judas loved the idea of drinks being on Simon - agreed with his wallet, after all - but free was even better. It didn't matter what was put down in front of him, he watched the bartender's expression light up on seeing Simon and decided to simply grin and raise the glass in a thank you before taking a sip. The burn on his tongue suggested this was a loaded drink, nice. More liquor for less money (not that even he could complain with a price tag of nothing). He stayed close to Simon, the music almost obscured by its own noise and the noise of well over a hundred people, one boot tapping to the beat. Fuck it. Dance, get sloshed with Simon, see where the night went. Not anything he could see wrong with it.
"Figured you didn't come around here much anymore!" Judas called over the noise, raising an eyebrow at Simon. He had no idea if the other was still working here or somewhere else, maybe living off the clients he still saw, who knew. They both knew each other's shit, their vices and pains and the bullshit, so it wasn't so hard to talk about. Sort of. Feelings didn't get involved between them, ever.
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Peter wasn't trying to sneak in, more just trying to figure out the club in general. The whole place felt like it was one giant heartbeat, pounding with the music, but he wanted to figure it out. People kept trying to talk to him until he had found this little corner to duck into for the time being, catching his breath, wondering how anyone could work in a place like this without going completely deaf.
Judas loved the idea of drinks being on Simon - agreed with his wallet, after all - but free was even better. It didn't matter what was put down in front of him, he watched the bartender's expression light up on seeing Simon and decided to simply grin and raise the glass in a thank you before taking a sip. The burn on his tongue suggested this was a loaded drink, nice. More liquor for less money (not that even he could complain with a price tag of nothing). He stayed close to Simon, the music almost obscured by its own noise and the noise of well over a hundred people, one boot tapping to the beat. Fuck it. Dance, get sloshed with Simon, see where the night went. Not anything he could see wrong with it.
"Figured you didn't come around here much anymore!" Judas called over the noise, raising an eyebrow at Simon. He had no idea if the other was still working here or somewhere else, maybe living off the clients he still saw, who knew. They both knew each other's shit, their vices and pains and the bullshit, so it wasn't so hard to talk about. Sort of. Feelings didn't get involved between them, ever.