Night time.

Music thumped inside the building as colourful lights were thrown about in crazy patterns in the dimness. Some people occupied the dance floor while others sat in their seats, either in private groups at the tables or at the bar.

"This is one awesome shindig!" remarked Hanamichi.

"Eh?!" yelled Yohei, tilitng his his towards his friends, "I can't hear you!"

"I SAID THIS IS ONE AWESOME SHINDIG!!" repeated Hanamichi loudly this time. Too loudly in fact that Yohei thought that the disco music had died down replaced by a ringing sound in his ear before his eardrums started working again.

"Damn, Hanamichi! You don't have to shout that loud ... ergh ... " scowled Yohei massaging his ear.

"Eheh, sorry Yohei," Hanamichi grinned.

"What?" Yohei asked looking at the redhead.

"I SAID....."

"N-nevermind!" cried Yohei, putting some distance between him and his friend. He motioned Hanamichi towards the bar and together they weaved their way through the crowd. Reaching their destination, each boy got a seat on one of stools at the bar. The music was less defeaning there and they managed to converse with the bartender on what to drink without having to shatter the wine glasses hanging overhead.

Nearby, a couple was kissing at a corner oblivious to the noise around them. Curious as these boys are, the two couldn't help but examine the pair.
The girl was dressed to kill with a short cherry red dress hugging her hips which her partner had looped one of his arms around. The guy was dressed just as chic with his dark brown jacket, stylish throusers and a wine coloured shirt with the wide collar pulled outside the jacket. The top three buttons were undone showing smooth tanned chest, now being caressed by the girl who had slipped her hand in his shirt as she whispered something in his ear.

The two boys shifted their focus on somewhere else as they cleared their throat simultaneously.
"Hey, Yohei," Hanamichi said, finding something to direct his mind elsewhere from the image of the couple, turned to his best-friend, "how did you know what to order? Vodka with Sprite? You've drank before?"

"You forget, my cousin works here, or we wouldn't have gotten in. I get to learn some different names and know which one is good. I've taken some sips before. How about you? You were certainly fast on ordering what you want," said Yohei.

"Haha! I heard about Tequila from the tv!" laughed Hanamichi scratching the back of head.

Yohei smiled, shaking his head. Their orders came a few moments later and they took their first sip (well, one of them actually) slowly. Hanamichi scrunched up his face as the bitter liquid burned his throat but not wanting to shame himself and wanting to finish the horrible concoction quickly he drank the whole thing in a big gulp.

Bad move.

The drink was too strong for a beginner and he immedietly began to have a choking fit. Yohei put his glass down quickly and began patting the coughing redhead on the back.

"You ok?" Yohei asked, worry on his face, but one could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. Hanamichi nodded but actually he felt bad. The remaining liquid not taken in or coughed out still lingered in his throat, scratching at his oesophagus wickedly. And that together with the effect of the liquor quickly assaulted his brains.
He suddenly felt dizzy.

"Uh, yeah," coughed Hanamichi, "I need to go to the toilet for a while, excuse me." And with that he stood up and walked unsteadily away.

Suddenly he bumped into a person roughly, startling him into looking up to apologise. It was the young man who he has seen at the corner, the girl in the red dress looking restless in his arms.

"Sorry," Hanamichi mumbled before he continued on his way.

Reaching the toilet, the redhead tried everything to make the drunkenness go away; from washing his face with cold water to even sticking his fingers down his throat to force himself to throw up.

Now, he felt dizzy AND sick.

Walking back out, he stumbled and nearly fell onto the floor when a pair of arms caught him from the front.

"Easy," said the person, bringing Hanamichi to lean against a solid chest. A man's chest, the redhead thought distractedly as his senses were invaded by the stranger's masculine scent mixed with the sharp cologne.

It was that young man again. The man who was with that girl in the red dress. This time being near to him, Hanamichi could distinguish his features even in the dimness. The stranger's face was angular but it did not lack the strong, masculine features. Dark lashes nearly clouded the colours of his eyes but at this distance, it was clearly violet.
The stranger's hair was parted in the middle, the front part falling past the line of his eyes and the back part cropped short creating a very stylish look. The colour was too light to be black so Hanamichi guessed that it could be yellow or light brown in colour.

"Here," the young man said bringing Hanamichi to sit at a nearby table. With a low mumble of 'thanks' Hanamichi instantly laid his head down on the table with a groan.

The stranger gave an amused chuckle, "Had too much to drink, eh?"

"Uhmmbh..." Hanamichi could only nod in reply, not bothering anymore to defend his manly (ego) pride. When the man chuckled again Hanamichi felt like bashing the guy's head down but with the way his own head was feeling at the moment, Hanamichi didn't even want to think about it.

Suddenly, a hand started to carress him on his back. He wanted to push the limb away but when the carress turned into a massage-like pressure, Hanamichi felt himself leaning closer to the touch as it miraculously eased up the knots of tension all over his body caused by the side-effect of alcohol.
The firm hand then began massaging its way up until it stopped at the redhead's neck. Rubbing a spot at the back of his neck, another hand held onto Hanamichi's arm to steady him as the stranger leaned closer towards the weakened boy.

"Hey! Hanamichi! Are you alright?"

Yohei made his way quickly to the table after spotting the redhead's red hair which was illuminated by the swift dance of the disco lights. He was too preoccupied with his bestfriend that he missed the narrow look the other person was giving him.

Then the stranger coughed, breaking Yohei's attention from the still sick redhead. "Your friend here is in a bad shape. I think you better bring him back home," he suggested, giving the boy one last rub.

"Oh, hey, thanks man! We owe ya," Yohei thanked, pulling his friend to stand up. Supporting Hanamichi with his shoulder, he dragged the redhead across the dancefloor towards the exit.

"Hey, where have you been?" a sultry voice asked. The young man turned around and saw the young woman in red he had just met a few hours ago standing in front of him, her hands on her hips.
"Nowhere," he answered simply before he let himself be pulled towards the bar by the woman. He turned back to look at the retreating back of one black-haired boy and, in particular, that of an interesting redhead as they exited the bulding with a glint in his violet eyes, Looks like this place is worth coming to after all....