Though the moon hung brightly in the sky above, the club was alit with splashes of pinks, greens, and blues. Only through the few windows could the darkness of night be seen. To drink or not, to drink or not? The debate had dragged on for the half hour, with no end in sight. Jay was hopeless. Even the littlest of decisions took great amounts of effort.

“Hey, kid, you buying or what?” Amber eyes stared him down. Heat rose upward from the pit of his stomach to the center of his heart. Jay was not one to be rushed. He pretended to ignore the question. Instead of an answer, he redirected his attention to the other clubbers.

He was dressed like them: Tight, black jeans with a fishnet top, and army boots to top it all off. The army-styled boots were all he could find lately, his other pairs of shoes lost to some unknown entity beneath his bed. Maybe one day, he’d actually buy something decent.

Yet, he was in a league of his own. He was too different, too filled with flaws to ever be one of them. It was no wonder that he was so alone.

((Reserved for Hayley. <3))

"Kaden--!"
A brown-haired boy pulled his sleeve free from his brother's grip.
"I don't want to be here- this isn't my kind of thing, what are we even doing here?"
"Do you see how pale you are?" The escort asked, rolling his eyes, despite the fact that, although both had sun exposure, the identical boys were equally palid. "You need to get out more, all you ever do is.. stare at your computer screen, or do homework!"
Kyle fixated his hat properly on his head, the struggle he had endured trying to get away had made the thing uneven. "Okay.. one, that's a lie, and second, your logic is skewed. Going to a club, at night, where the only lights are not ultraviolet, will totally help me on being not so pasty. I understand, you're completely ignomonious."
"Come on, Kyle, live a little." 'Kaden', as he was called, showed his ID to the bouncer and held out his hand for a black X to be drawn on it. "We're the same age." He figured they wouldn't check for accuracy, seeing as how they were identical... and, anyway, why would someone lie to be inable to have alcohol?
The same was drawn onto Kyle's hand.
"Come on."

Kaden had grabbed Kyle's hand and had dragged him into the bathroom. From their past, Kyle couldn't help but have a flaberghasted expression plastered onto his face, giving his arm the occassional tug and a paranoid jerk. But seeing as how Kaden had seemed to change since he had first moved in, Kyle, for the most part, let it slide.
"Come on, help me wash it off." Kaden had gotten a paper towel and doused it with soap and water. He violently rubbed it against the mark on his hand.
".... what the bloody hell are you doing?" Kyle asked, etching his eyebrows up in a confused expression. Though, that wasn't his emotion, he knew very well what was going on. "Are you daft? You can't drink! You're only fifteen!"
"Kyle... seriously? Fucking GOD, okay? Could you, for one minute, not be so British?!" Kaden sighed irritatedly, shaking his head with his eyes tightly shut.
"Oh, yeah, I'll very well go do that, then. Kaden, honestly, we shouldn't be here. If you get drunk, every bloke is going to want.... to want.."
"To want what, Kyle?"
"To want for you to wank for him, or something crazy like that!" Kyle's rather naive, thinking only lovers could do such. Poor kid. Poor ignorant Kyle.
"You're so proper and English, let loose, let your hair down!"
"Stop bringing up my ethnicity!"

Kaden burst out of the bathroom as soon as his anti-intoxication symbol had been washed down the drain, Kyle following closely after. The younger twin felt he had to watch over his irresponsible brother, and very well he should. GOOD JOB KAHL.
The older of the two {the one without the X, in case I never mentioned}, situated himself onto one of the stools at the bar. His face was full of a grin, mainly at pissing Kyle off. He wasn't a stranger of this place - he wouldn't slip.
"Hey, I'd like a shot of Jack, please." And he tossed the bar tender a wink.
"Kaden, please, can we get out of here?"

{... hmm. I'mma draw what they're wearing later. In a terrible sketch. Cause I have artist block. DDD:}

His eyes wandered freely over the new arrivals. Their age caught him off guard; they were just a pair of kids playing where they shouldn’t. Did their parents know they were out this late? Probably don’t care, Jay decided. Parents were slacking lately. Crime rates were rising. It was a beautiful, inverse proportion.

A tall, foaming glass found its way to the mischievous boy. The bartender was used to this sort of thing. It was dangerous, but usually worth it. Big tips found their way into his hands when he showed such generosity. Most of the kids were happy drunks, anyway.

Slender fingers pushed back a few loose strands of blood red hair. All the while, Jay’s lips parted ever so slowly. “It’s a bit early to be drinking.” It was awhile since he tried conversing with someone, especially someone so young. “Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” His eyes were set dead ahead, where countless glass bottles stood tall and proud.

((Ooc: Kyle's a good brother. And SO BRITISH. xD))

"Whoa. I said a shot.. but okay!" Kaden beamed at the large glass, his eyebrows raised. "I'd probably order this much, anyway, why not get it all at once?" He offered a shrug and passed some cash over, swirling in his seat so his back was resting against the counter.
"Kaden, seriously, don't drink tha-" Kyle's train of thought was interrupted when a voice rode into their conversation. His object of attention had shifted to a man in a stool not so far away. Even though Kyle was taking place of mister responsibility, he very well didn't like being treated like a child.
"... in bed?" He bit his lower lip, refusing to say more to the stranger. "Look, Waffle, we have to vacate, mum will be angry."
"Mom can wait. Sir, should you really out this late? Shouldn't you be at home, banging your bitch before another asshole does it for you?" Kaden tsked. "You don't know me, I could be thirty years old with one of those diseases that keeps me looking young and awesome. Kyle, here, too." Kaden grabbed his brother's hand to hide the unwashed X.
"You don't know him, either, Waffle, and I really think we should just bugger off!" Yes, I overuse British slang. ffff
"This has nothing to do with bugs, Kyle, jesus christ."

{short post, I think. I apolgoize. >:
i<3brits, btw.}

The boy’s remark brought a grin onto Jay’s otherwise grim face. He could’ve just left things as they were, but for some reason, he felt the need to play along. “Is that so?” One eyebrow raised in interest. “For a thirty-year-old, your brother’s really anxious,” he paused to further examine the identical youths. “And, awfully worried about mommy.”

Music boomed even louder from the dance floor. New bodies swayed in time with the techno beat, most scantily clad teens with neon glow sticks. The bouncer wasn’t far away; a shout in his direction would be enough to get his attention. “If you really are legal, then I’m sure he would remember, wouldn’t he?” Jay’s thumb hitched towards the muscular man, a grin obvious on his face. He wondered how far the daring youth would go to deny the apparent truth.

"I said I could be thirty, didn't say I was. Just like I may say this could be apple juice." He raised the mug of beer up, setting it back down. "That doesn't mean it is. And, in any case, what's it to you? I'll drink if I want, and if I get refused service here, I can get it somewhere else. Also, my brother's just a momma's boy, ignore him. For all you know, we could be visiting for our grandfather's funeral and left without her knowing."
"It's obvious we're under the drinking age, Kaden, you're just spitting a load of bullocks."
"But do we really need to be lectured from some stranger?" Waffle raised his eyebrow at his twin.
"Well, no, that was a bit innapropriate.. but he does have a point." Kyle made a quick glance in Jay's direction, too paranoid to let his eyes linger. "Can't you dance and have fun without drinking?"
"No! What's fun without intoxication?" And, to further prove himself as someone who doesn't hear anything but PARTYPARTYPARTY, bottoms were up and Jack was chugged.
Halfway, though. Waffle knew it was too early in the night to show his day's meals to everybody.

There was no reason for children to be talking back to him. He deserved respect, dammit. Once again, the fire within him grew. It was as if someone poured kerosene onto the dying flame, bringing it back to life. Not now. Gotta stay cool. The grin about his pale face slinked away without much warning. But aside from that, there was no other indication of his discontentment.

“Only idiots need to drink to enjoy a party.” While his anger burned strong, Jay’s eyes moved to the dance floor. The lights were relaxing, to a degree. There was a way about how they flashed and flickered that soothed him. It was childish, and foolish, but he was willing to take comfort in whatever form it might come. The last thing he needed was to be in another brawl. “You should grow up some, kid, or you’ll have alcohol poisoning by the time you’re legal.”

"Been there, done that." Waffle waved his hand in the air. "Alcohol poisoning ain't no big thing."
Kyle sighed, covering his face with his hand and shaking his head. "It is if you're woken up at two in the morning to your brother stumbling into your room, throwing up all over the place, and you have to clean it." Kyle gave a subtle glare in Kaden's direction. "He's right, Waffle. You don't need to be inebriated to have a good time."
"What are you even talking about, Kyle? That never happened to me, I don't know what you mean." Waffle had been too drunk to remember. Kyle really is a good brother. He could have left him lying in his own vomit. "And you, my dear brother, have never been drunk, so you don't know what you're talking about, either."
Kyle sighed, looking to Jay. "I'm really sorry for the bother, sir- there's really no talking any sense into this bloke. He really isn't all that bright." I love the word 'bloke'.
Waffle looked at Kyle, as if he were astonished to hear such a thing. "Since the alcohol hasn't affected me yet, I think you're an ass hole right now, Kyle. You ass hole. I'm gonna go dance!" He spun in a circle on the stool, making way for the dance floor.
"For blooming sake!" Kyle cried out, taking Kaden's place on the stool with a disgrunted look on his face. "He never listens." Like a hawk, he watched his brother, ready to step in if anyone tried approaching him.

The conclusion was easily reached as Jay sat through the brotherly conflict. While Kyle’s logic was at least intact, unlike his brother, the youth’s dialect was enough to drive the sanest person crazy. Meanwhile, the other twin was just plain stupid. “At least one of you has brains,” he paused to hail the bartender. In a few short words, he ordered a cold glass of water. Promptly, the container was plopped before him. “Otherwise you’d both be screwed.” The transparent glass was freezing in his palm hands. How good the sensation felt, after such a tiring night.

“You know,” Jay’s eyes fell upon Kyle’s. “If you need help getting him home tonight, I don’t have plans. He seems like a handful.”

((Ooc; I keep reading bloke as yoke. xD))