It had been some time since Elliott had found himself enjoying the nightlife Moorbrooke had to offer, and he couldn’t understand why it always took him so long to come out. He loved being in a vibrant environment, but he also loved diving into a good book and watching a good crime docuseries. Tonight, however, he figured he’d live life a little and step out to see what Moorbrooke had to offer this evening. So far, as he swayed with the rhythm of the music in Club Leziate, the guy hadn’t regretted a single second of stepping out.
He was so lost in the music that he began to laugh and smile, from feeling so free, so happy. His body turned to face the direction he heard the greeting come from, his smile growing more as his gaze landed on the other’s face. “H-hey,” he replies, coyly looking down, smiling a bit more, “I, uh, I didn’t think anyone was watching that. I’m a little embarrassed, yet,” he looks back up to meet the other’s eyes, “I’m happy my dance moves caught your attention. I appreciate the compliment. You know, you have a bit of moves on you as well. I saw that shimmy, very nice,” he lightly laughs, playfully winking.
For some reason, the hand the other placed on his waist sent his heart fluttering a little quicker than he expected, but, of course, Elliott tried to ignore his nerves. One of his hands come up to gently rest above the other guy’s hand, “I’m Elliott, and I would love a drink. With a shimmy like yours, though, it seems like a right shame if you didn’t get the offer returned. So, what do you say, you buy one, I buy one? Deal?”
“i couldn’t not watch,” alfie chuckles, fingertips lightly dancing themselves against the younger’s waist, “you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” as their eyes meet, a grin spreads wide across his features before he shakes his head after being caught out from that shimmying. “stop it,” he laughs loudly, “i’m sure i’ve got no rhythm. this isn’t my usual scene,” alfie then admits, “it’s a little too... doof doof for me; i normally like it when there’s men yelling.”
as the other turns to him, agreeing to the drink, alfie knows he’s set for the night now. and he was a polite one too; it wasn’t often that a drink was offered in return and it warms alfie’s heart some -- at least, what little was left of the object in his chest. “it’s a pleasure, elliot,” alfie says, leaning in to gently press a kiss to the younger’s cheek, “i like the sound of that. my round first, yours next.” he already has some liquid courage searing through his veins and so he takes hold of elliott’s hand, leading him through the crowded club and toward a bar that was a little more quieter. “so what can i get you?” he asks, “i think i might get a gin.” he muses aloud, “maybe two. make them doubles. we’re here to have fun, aren’t we?”