<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Take_Away_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: beige;"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: beige;">.::. Late Night Meetings .::.<br/>.::.Wearing: Jeans (http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00FBeaDwusfMpg/Stylish-Silm-Men-Jeans-JBM0027-.jpg), a V-neck (http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/35760906/DGDB_Black_V_Neck_Mens_LATEST.jpg) with his favorite lyrics on it, and a leather jacket (http://www.icandyclothing.com/images/2011/11/Mens-Leather-Bomber-Jacket-3.jpg).<br/>.::. Tagging: Austin, anyone .::.</span></span></span></div><br/>It hadn't taken them very long to get ready and head to P3.  The short wait for Brie to come bouncing down the manor stairs, for him to give her his patent older brother 'I'll kill anyone who touches the skin your showing' stare, the short ride to his place to get ready, and than drive over to P3, managed to kill just enough time before he was supposed to meet up with Austin.  But the wait had been more than worth it.  He hadn't realized how stressed out he was from a combination of work, his father, and the financial trouble he was going through, until he had stepped into the club and the heat from all the dancers, combined with the heavy beats being laid down, hit him.  He wasn't much of a dancer, but still, going out, hanging out with Austin, and drinking, always managed to get him to unwind and cool down.<br/><br/>He hadn't managed to take a couple of steps, when his phone went off, and when he checked it, a grin spread over his unshaven cheeks.<em>“Here, u?”</em>The text was short, to the point, and reminded him of Star Wars, the geek in him wanting to let out a wooping laugh, but the conservative in him turning it into a small chuckle.  He looked around the club, spotting his sister running off to the dance floor, before moving on in search of the familiar form of his best friend.  He didn't spot him at first, although he knew he was here from the text he had just gotten.  Moving off to the side, so that others could pass him, he typed out a quick reply, "<strong>Yeah, jst got here,</strong>" and than shoved it into his jeans pocket and moved deeper into the club.<br/><br/>He spotted more of his family as he moved, but didn't stop to talk to them, his attention completely on the task of finding Austin.  He had something important to talk to the other man about, and since he had just spent dinner with the others, he figured he didn't actually need to talk to any of them.  He finally spotted the man of the hour, when he had watched his sister move over to the bar, Austin wasn't all that far from her.  His excitement pumped up a few notches, and he walked over, lucky enough to find the spot next to his friend free, so he could slide right in, leaning in close to Austins ear, so he could playfully whisper into it.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey man, miss me?</strong>"  He was grinning at his friend, hoping to have caught the man off guard, although he doubted he would, since he had been unsuccessful so far.  One of his hands came up and tapped against the surface of the bar, his other shoved into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, a jacket that just happened to be owned by Austin, but had been left at his place.  He had been in such a hurry to leave that he had just grabbed it from his closet, not noticing it didn't belong to him until it was too late; but he doubted Austin would really mind.<br/><br/><br/><br/>