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			Adrian's closeness made Graeme's breath catch in his throat, taken aback by the flamboyant male's beautiful features in close range.  His eyes looked like liquid gold flecked with emerald highlights, framed with thick lashes.  He stepped back, however, and considered the suggestion that perked everyone's interest seriously.  He had hoped to get to know the newcomer a little first, and set some boundaries or something before they partied together.  Everyone else seemed in agreement, so he heaved a heavy sigh, his dark brows furrowed, blue eyes resigned. <br/>
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<b>"I wouldn't mind going, if you guys would like, that is."</b>  He slid his hands in his pockets in an uncharacteristic gesture of discomfort, blue eyes troubled.  <br/>
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|| Time skipping. They've been at the bar for about an hour or so, so you can just pick up where you want. ||<br/>
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The bar was pumping, the crowd pulsating with the beat of the music.  Unsurprisingly, Adrian had selected a gay bar, so the building was full of prospective dance partners though Graeme had opted to sit out.  He was seated at the bar sipping a martini, holding it with the tips of his fingers while he watched the crowd. He had lost his friends awhile back and was waiting patiently for one of them to reappear, drunk out of their mind.  His dress shirt was opened an extra button at the neck revealing a single drop of sweat that had managed to drip down to his collar bone. He was uncomfortably warm, and he worried about the appearance of his hair, which he had groomed to perfection before they left.
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</blockquote><br/>Lucian had spent most of this time on the dance floor with someone who had asked him to dance and was actually pretty good at it. Finally getting tired out he came back over to the table and sat down to rest for a bit, looking over at Graeme. "What's the matter, don't you dance?"