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[ that is... a surprise. he hadn't expected erik to be a club kind of person. seems too... angry and serious, but sure. he wouldn't be lacking in attention, at least, though jack will probably have to make sure it's one of the bars that's less... dudes on dudes. because awk. ]

Hm. Any particular atmosphere you favor?

[ seems like a quiet tavern dude, but then again, he'd already surprised him with accepting the club. ]

[ He can't really imagine why anyone would do that kind of thing for fun, but even if it's not his idea of a good time, it's not his idea of a bad time either. It's just a relaxing thing, sitting back with a drink, entertaining and being entertained. They're not on a mission so maybe he'll even follow a lady back to her room, considering his alien roommate is not so nice, considering he's probably got as much game here as he does on Earth.

Jack's probably thinking the same thing, ha ha ha. ]

Any place with a bar.

[ Nope, the man's never heard of dubstep or Eurotrash, please feel free to educate him on why his open mindedness is a bad idea. ]

[ yeah... following an alien lady back to her room... that's... totally... what jack's thinking. or following a dude to a dark corner or bathroom stall, you know, whatever. he remembers the conversation with d'artagnan about not hiding who he is, and he thinks that's much easier said than done in the face of a friend who still respect your for punching him in the face.

welp. whatever. things will go how they go, and if all else fails, jack can always punch him in the face a second time. ]

If you say so. Don't complain if I take you somewhere you hate.

[ and he'll be looking to hail a cab now. he could use another drink anyway. ]

Like I said, as long as it has a bar.

[ Seriously, what kind of dives does Jack think Erik can't handle? Hello, he might be wearing the equivalent of Armani but he can also deal with some hole in the wall joint as long as there's plenty of strong liquor to make the beer taste better.

And if it's a boring high-end place, there's no need to make the beer taste better, hello. ]

Pick a place and tell me the dress code.

[ he considers erik for a second, thinking, and then names off a place - nothing too hardcore on the making out and practically having sex on the dancefloor and definitely having sex in the bathrooms with drugs based around kind of ambiance, but still a nightclub. Not really going to be what erik's expecting. but then again, jack isn't familiar with the time that erik came from. so who knows?

handwaved club name goes here, and jack turns to skim over his outfit, eventually shrugging. ]

What you've got on is fine. You don't need a suit and tie for a nightclub, Erik.

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I don't?

[ Yeah, usually just the turtleneck and the chinos but hey, this isn't the 1960s anymore. ]

I should drop these off in my room, anyway. I'll meet you there.

[ Alright, time to show up to a place where he feels woefully grandpaish. ]

Same. See you there.

[ jack gives him a nod and parts to go stash his purchases. he showers and changes as well, despite telling erik he didn't need to. look, he can't wear the same thing to the club that he wore during the day, it's not okay.

later, he finds the club he'd given directions to and skims, an urge to go find some shadows and... be jack... rising, but he doesn't plan on any of that. not with erik around. really, not with anyone around. despite his whole 'living out' thing, there's still that creeping shame that lingers.

it's not a too extreme club, but it isn't some kind of gentleman's lounge. there's no chess and cigars here. not too loud, not too many flashing lights, and people are mostly all clothed. erik will find him leaning his elbows against the bar's counter top when he makes it there, chatting with the bartender. ]

[ Erik also changed into proper club wear, like actually proper, like he spent a lot of time walking around ducking into clubs to study what people were wearing. Because he's weird.

Then he saunters right up to the bar and takes a seat, interrupting their conversation to say hello and order them shots of tequila. ]

Good evening. Nice shirt.

[ omfg erik that is weird. he told you you looked fine. but whatever, jack's guilty of doing the same thing. it is a little funny, actually, and after giving a pointed look to erik's new attire, he gives a smirk. ]

Same to you.

[ he pulls of the tumbler of something blue and slightly glowing (yum, alien liquor) that he'd ordered early, taking a casual sip from it as he turns out towards the larger club. ]

Anything like what you're used to?

You could say.

It's all so familiar and so unfamiliar at the same time.

[ Which could be said about a lot of things, so when the shots come in floating shot glasses, Erik doesn't even question it. ]

To a good night.

[ And being drunk in the morning. ]

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