It's not what it looks like ~ Or maybe it is ;)

[Aiden Munslow]

Lonely people went to a club during thanksgiving, or whatever this even was. It seemed a little insensitive, but at this point that was at the back of his mind, because it was the last thing he wanted to think about. It was scary and he didn’t really know anyone. Well at least he wasn’t completely lonely because he had Jem. Who he was probably going to have to persuade to buy drinks because he was older, and he actually looked like he could maybe pass for old enough. Although Aiden didn’t drink a lot, because he really couldn’t handle the alcohol and would probably end up doing something he would regret in the morning.

It took him forever to get his hair to look normal because it was being annoying today and trying to part in the middle for some reason, and even though he ended up putting a hat on it was still annoying him. Not that he had any reason to look good since he was obviously going to be single forever; well not really he just said that because girls didn’t really fall for his sense of humor sometimes. Ok all the time. “Ugh my hair is being stupid,” he whined when they got to the club. Although Jem probably didn’t care that his hair was a mess, and really what was the point of doing it at all since he was just going to get all sweaty and gross anyway?

“Who even goes to a club on thanksgiving anyway?” It wasn’t like they had anything better to do unfortunately.

[Jem Castro]

Jem felt like clubbing, even though it was Thanksgiving. Sure, people didn't normally do that, but there was nothing normal about Jem anyway. This is something he did frequently - go out to clubs on holidays, that is. He had no one to celebrate holidays with anyway, so he always found himself at Club Roxy, hanging out with one girl or the next. Taking Aiden with him this time made him feel a lot better - like he wasn't really all that lame. Not to mention, he always felt good with Aiden around. Something made him feel warm and fuzzy and definitely appreciative of his amazing humor. He always knew how to make him laugh or smile, even in the worst of moods.

Getting ready to club was easy for Jem, really. All he had to do was flat iron his hair until it was pin straight and brushed in front of his face, his bangs a feathery mess in front of his vision. He pulled on a white tanktop and a pair of dark skinny jeans - probably black, but they could be very navy blue, he didn't care to tell the difference. A few accessories, like a bandanna wrapped around his wrist and a pair of high top black converse, and he was ready to go.

He and Aiden were leaned up against the bar around seven o'clock. Typically, two teenage boys would be at their family homes, respectively, eating turkey and filling up with stuffing, gravy, and cranberry sauce. Jem hadn't had that kind of Thanksgiving meal for a while, and he'd gotten into the habit of eating a quick dinner and filling up on drinks, instead. Downing his third shot, he appreciated the warm buzzing in the back of his mind, a tingling sensation that let him know that he was soon to be very tipsy drunk.

"I don't know, going to a club on a holiday isn't even that bad." He bumped Aiden with his arm, smiling. "Besides, the club's more empty, which means more fun, right?" He pointed to the dance floor, which had about twenty bodies occupying it in a twisting, grinding mass of people. The lights were dim, the music loud, and Jem could feel it pounding in his veins. "Want to get your dance on?" He nudged Aiden again, eager to get out to the floor and start moving.

[Aiden Munslow]

“Going to the club on a holiday means you’re lonely doesn’t it?” Aiden didn’t really know what was so bad about it, clearly they weren’t the only ones, and it wasn’t like his family wanted him at home, to be honest his mom had just told him not to forget to say his thanks, and then hung up on him. She really couldn’t cook to save her life though, so they never really had a huge thanksgiving, so he never did much besides sit at home and watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and wish it would be new year’s already. He took another shot he’s only had one so far, but had decided to go for a second being stupid.

Although he couldn’t dance to save his life, since his best friend asked he figured he might as well. He generally just ended up looking stupid anyway, but it wasn’t like anyone was paying attention. “That sounds like fun,” he said, and let Jem drag him onto the dance floor. Doing some awkward fist pumping thing that was almost dancing, Jem was right though, there was a lot of space. Somehow he felt like he ended up extremely close to Jem though. He was doing the same thing he was doing and trying to copy his movements, although he was a little bit slow with his movements.

[Jem Castro]

"Hey, not necessarily." Jem responded, pretending like going to a club on Thanksgiving wasn't lonely. So it kind of was, but he didn't care. He didn't want to think about being lonely - he didn't want to think about anything related to relationships right now. He hadn't been with a girl in forever... and what was killing him was the fact that he didn't care. He felt a little worried about that, actually. He was little concerned that girls weren't on his mind as much as ... well, guys were. But that didn't matter right now. Here and now was clubbing and Aiden, and that was it.

Dragging Aiden out to the floor was easy, considering he didn't put up much of a fight. He knew his friend wasn't much of a dancer, but Jem liked to get crazy funky out there. When Aiden did a bit of fist pumping, Jem joined him so that he didn't look alone with his dancing. But eventually he branched out to doing some sway movements, bouncing on his feet, moving around freely. He could feel the beat running through his veins, the alcohol pumping it along faster. He paused when Aiden's hip bumped into his, ever so slightly. It might have been the shots, but Jem didn't know - it made him feel more excited. "Come on, man, keep up - dance with me." Jem teased, trying to slow down so Aiden could copy his movements. He was sweating already, goose bumps raised on his arms and the back of his neck, excitement coursing through him. This was the closest he'd been to Aiden in a while, and they were dancing.

[Aiden Munslow]

“Well I guess I’m not lonely I have you,” he shrugged. He couldn’t help but grin when Jem said to dance with him. Was Jem teasing him, Aiden knew he was a bad dancer. He was already doing that though. Since he wasn’t sure what exactly he was doing, since he was maybe a tiny bit drunk, ok a lot. He wasn’t sure why he was so close, and at first it felt a little weird, but he didn’t think about it and eventually he pushed the thought away. Then it was easy to keep doing what he was doing, and before he knew it their hips were touching, not just once accidentally this time.

What was he doing? He didn’t even care anymore. It was just fun right? Well something inside him had always wanted to know what it was like to be with a guy. He was curious, but he’d never really acted on that curiosity, but since he was a little bit drunk, and they were dancing. He was trying to forget all of it and the fact that this was his best friend. Since he wasn’t the one that had started it, and maybe it was just dancing…Right? Well the fact that their hips kept touching was making it seem like it was something else.

[Jem Castro]

Okay, they were both drunk, and the hip checking was happening more often. Jem didn't know how or why, but Aiden was still smiling. He didn't want to seem like a total perv, but every few seconds, he threw a glance his way. He looked good tonight, moving around like a total dork on the dance floor. He leaned in, and in a fit of passion, threw his arm around his buddy's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. "This is great!" He yelled above the music, nodding in time to the beat, still occasionally hip checking Aiden. Okay, so that wasn't that exciting... hip checks, really? Typically this was the point where Jem had some floozy in front of him, grinding, but no one was around.

"Damn, where are all the chicks?" He asked, still loud, though he couldn't care less who heard him. He wasn't really in the mood from "some chick" if you know what I mean. "Dude, I'm ready to get mah grind on!" He hinted, ever so slightly. Letting go of Aiden, he goofed around, hip thrusting and waving his hands in the air like a crazy person. There was no one around to really dance with like that... except Aiden. But he wasn't going to force that on him.

[Aiden Munslow]

Where are all the chicks Aiden didn’t really want to dance with some chick at the moment, and even though this was super awkward he couldn’t help but wonder how far this was going to go. He was enjoying it. Not thinking about how this was his best friend and it might makes things awkward for them forever. That didn’t really matter at the moment, because it was in the moment. “Who needs them though?” he winked. Was that really happening? Well it was too late to take it back now, and why not there was nothing wrong with having fun right.

Did he really want to grind with Jem? Why not go for it? “That’s hot,” Aiden responded to Jem’s crazy thrusting, and moving his arms around. He wasn’t sure how to do this but he decided just to go for it, and with a huge grin on his face, he backed up towards his friend. Grinding was easier then he thought if he didn’t pay attention to the fact that he probably wasn’t doing it right. It didn’t matter though, he was getting his grind on with a guy, so what? He was drunk, and having fun with it. It didn’t mean anything.

[Jem Castro]

Before Jem even knew what was happening, Aiden's was - well he - oh my god. Jem just let his intuition, drinks, and loneliness drive him into it. He was dancing without thinking, moving like he would with anyone else, but this time it was with Aiden. He was hesitant, slow, and very uncertain. Should he put his hands on Aiden's shoulders, like he would with a girl? No, no, that's weird - but that's what he wanted to do, at the same time. It was getting heated, and a blush grew on Jem's face as red as his hair. The song was perfect, the person was perfect, it was supposed to be perfect - but why wasn't it?

Because Aiden wasn't gay. Jem knew it, and it crushed him to bits. He had always hoped that there would be something there. Something that made their friendship something more. As they danced, swaying and grinding and totally going at it, Jem slipped into his drunk state of mind. That sloppy, crazy, let's-just-say-YOLO mindset that had him past his wits. His hands found their way to Aiden's waist, intuition went out the door, and those couple of shots really hit him. He was barely standing up, reeling on his own two feet, head pounding and face flushed. Gay or not gay, he didn't care. He didn't want to think anymore.

After that song, he grabbed Aiden's hand, tugging him along as he stumbled to the bar. Still a bit coherent, he ordered four more shots - three for him, one for Aiden. Or split evenly, depending on how daring his semi-lightweight friend was. "Dude, that was fun. You're right," he slurred stupidly, downing another shot. "Why needs chicks anyway?"

OOC; I think when they talk the next day, when they're not drunk, Jem would try to kiss him. And then the awkward "not gay" thing comes into play?

[Aiden Munslow]

I need chicks Except he didn't say that because... well he forgot why but it wasn't that important. or he would have remembered. Oh well. Being stupid enough to take another shot was not the best decision he could have made but at this point he still couldn't think clearly and what he did was whatever his friend did. He wasn't really into drinking because.... well who even cared why he was doing it now. Then again he was doing a lot of things now that he hadn't planned on doing before. He didn't think about the fact that he wasn't gay, and that he might have lead his friend on by dancing with him like that. Or even the fact that Jem was ok with this and he was supposed to be straight also. Aiden didn't think of that at the moment. He was having fun, and it didn't really matter what exactly they were doing right?

"That was fun," he said, not sure that it made any sense because to be honest he probably sounded like he was speaking gibberish at the moment. He wanted to dance some more but at this point he would probably just fall over and end up breaking something, or breaking himself.

[Jem Castro]

Jem was seriously trashed. Not the kind of smashed drinking where you're a little tipsy and you can't walk the straight line, but you can still drive home and park your car into a tree and climb into bed. No, he wouldn't even be able to do that. He was almost halfway to black out drunk, which had been defined to him early on in his drinking days. Have you ever been so drunk that you just have random spaces of time when you don't know what happened? For instance, you're taking tequila shots at one bar and the next thing you know you're grinding and taking more shots somewhere half a mile away and by the end of the night you're in bed with Stacey and her sister but you have no clue who the fuck they are, and you're not even in the same county. That's black out drinking - as John Mulaney has described it, black out drinking is when you get so utterly smashed that "your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all Eye of the Tiger."

Throwing his arm around Aiden's shoulder, he downed another few shots and bounced along to the music. By now, he could barely stand on his own (hence the leaning on Aiden) and the bar tender kept throwing him worried glances. But as long as he put down the bills, no one had a problem with his bad drinking habits. Blinking rapidly, because it was hard to keep his eyes open and stay upright, he moved close enough to slur into Aiden's ear, "Hey, wanna go back to my dorm?" Or at least, that's what he had tried to say. It ended up being "Shey, wannaaa goo agack to mah dohrm?" which was barely comprehensible. He was very, very drunk and he didn't give a fuck. Aiden wasn't gay? Who cared? He wasn't out of the closet yet? Fuck the closet, it's better to be open about it anyway.