Nightclub District, Limbo City, Tuesday Evening

[not_every_mage]

Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.

"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."

[OOC: For the boy, please!]

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[not_every_mage]

"Dancing doesn't always beat drinking," Anders told him, as he took Dante by the hand to move toward a clearer face on the dance floor. "But tonight it does."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's grin dimmed to a smile that shone with fondness as he watched the back of Anders' head, catching glimpses of the curve of his features as they pushed through the crowd.

Shitting hell, Anders. You were so fuckin' pretty, and Dante kind of resented he couldn't make himself heard if he tried to say so.

[not_every_mage]

Anders smiled over his shoulder at Dante, loving the way he moved. He wasn't even trying, and he was still more graceful than half the dancers on the floor.

He found a clear spot and began to bounce to the music.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante laughed, taking a second more to watch him before he joined on in. "Not exactly slow-dance music, huh?" he joked.

[not_every_mage]

"Not quite," Anders said, resting his hands on Dante's hips. "But we can slow-dance to it if you really want."

[rebelseekspizza]

"And look like assholes? No way," Dante said, throwing his arms over Anders' shoulders. "Besides, you're better at bouncing anyway."

[not_every_mage]

"It's fun to bounce sometimes," Anders said lightly. "It makes it more fun when there's a slow song, because of the contrast. Otherwise it's just rubbing up against each other all night." A pause. "And we can do that at home."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante chuckled softly. "I took Kathy to the beach yesterday," he called. "We should head out there with the three of us next time."

[not_every_mage]

"I'd like that," Anders nodded. "And we should take her here sometime, too. Even if it is nice to get time with just you once in a while."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned. "Bet she could tear up a dance floor like this," he agreed.

He leaned in to press a kiss against Anders' mouth. "It really is good to see you happy, man."

[not_every_mage]

"She'd end up on one of those little platforms," Anders said fondly. "Everyone watching and clapping."

He lingered in the kiss for a long moment. It threw him off the beat, but he didn't really care.

"And thanks. I am happy. You don't seem to be having too bad a time of it yourself."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Eh, I just like being anywhere with you," Dante said, all fondness. "Probably should hit somewhere a little less loud where we can talk, later, but..."

He was moving with the beat now. Not quite as bouncy.

[not_every_mage]

Anders slowed to match Dante's motions. He loved the way Dante danced, and he wanted to capture just a bit of that magic.

"Sure," he said. "I don't want to shout at you all night."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Talking later?" Dante asked. "Dancing now."

He could block out the rest of the crowd, focus on Anders, the way his body moved with him like it was meant to.

[not_every_mage]

"Dancing now," Anders agreed, and let himself get lost in the music. He wasn't sure if it was the night or Dante or the stronger-than-expected drink, but somehow it felt a whole lot more natural than dancing to this kind of music usually did.

It was a bit later when the DJ switched to a slower song, and Anders reached to clasp his hands at the back of Dante's neck.

"You got your wish," he teased. "Now we can just stand and sway."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Like we're at high school prom," Dante teased, his arms sliding around Anders' waist. "Did we even do this at prom? I don't think so."

[not_every_mage]

"Not that I can remember," Anders agreed, hips swaying against Dante's. "We were more interested in flirting and drinking."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Eh, our priorities were pretty okay," Dante decided. His eyes slid shut, a small smile on his face.

"Next time, we're going to an open mic."

[not_every_mage]

"As long as you do most of the singing," Anders said, a light laugh in his voice. He looked fondly at the expression on Dante's face, and couldn't resist leaning in for a light kiss.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You can pound the drums," Dante managed, right before Anders' mouth was on his.

He drew it out for longer than intended. It was just... nice, and now he kinda wished the rest of the crowd wasn't here.

[not_every_mage]

Anders barely moved away when the kiss was over, staying pressed to Dante just as closely. His hands grazed along Dante's side, as if memorizing him.

It was a long, blissful moment later when he said, "I need to get you alone."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Thank fuck," Dante said, with a fervent fondness. "Fuckin' same."

His hand dropped to grasp Anders'.

[not_every_mage]

Anders let out a breathless gasp of delight and kept a tight hold of Dante's hand as they weaved across the dance floor toward the exit.

"Good to know our minds are in the same place," he said, bumping his shoulder against Dante's just for that extra frisson of touch.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I like clubbing," Dante said, his voice dropping in volume... mostly because it was a little less loud right now?

Yeah, mostly.

"But I like hangin' out with you somewhere I can actually hear and touch you even better."

[not_every_mage]

"That's part of the fun of going out, isn't it?" Anders asked rhetorically. "Anticipating what's going to happen later, when we get each other alone."