In the Pub or in the Club

Soren was sitting at the bar in the local nightclub, drinking his beer and looking around the place with a smirk. The lights were pulsing with different neon colors and the bass from the music was pounding so hard it felt like another heart beat. The place was packed beyond belief, sweaty bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Dancing as if this was all they knew. Glow sticks everywhere making it a=even more trippy and wild. Most of the dancers where scantly clad teenagers or college aged, all young and looking to party.

Soren was a little bit more clothed than most in the club with a thin band shirt and tight skinny jeans. His blonde hair wild as usual. He took another sip and avoided the interested looks from the bartender. He looked around the club scooping the patrons with a seductive smirk. Tonight was going to be good. He could feel it just like he could feel the music.

Arthur sat on the bar of the pub he'd gone to that night. He was downing his tenth beer, and was more than a little tipsy. His jacket hung off one shoulder, and his hair was a mess. He leaned back to smirk flirtatiously with the bartender, "Wanna give me 'nother?" He slurred out. As he leaned, one bare leg came to rest over the other, giving the man a nice view of his ass, which could be seen from under the cutoff shorts he wore.

Francis sat at a corner table watching the people around him. He lifted his glass to his lips and slowly drank the red wine before standing and walking to the bar. His hips swayed as he moved and slowly he leaned over the drunk Brit to speak to the bartender.

"One more bottle of wine for me and something nice for my friend," he purred close to the blond's ear.

The bartender nodded and moved to do as asked as Francis took a seat beside Arthur. "Bonjour mon ami."

Arthur let his head fall to the side to look at the man before him. He smiled impishly and took another swig of the beer he was still working on. "You ordered me a drink? How nice. Of course, having you lean on me wasn' to bad either." He leaned against Francis' shoulder drunkenly, nuzzling softly, his eyes playful.

The Frenchman smiled at him and reached out stroking the other's cheek. "Tell me, what has such a lovely pettit ange out alone? Your girlfriend not able to handle her drinks?"

He actually snorted in amusement, falling off the other's shoulder and landing in his lap. "Girlfriend? Would any straight man wear the clothes I've got on? I don' go for gals, I got my eyes on men only!" He reached up to tug lightly on the Frenchman's hair. "Wassa pettit ange anyway?"

"It means little angel in french." He smiled at him and leaned close to whisper in his ear. "I could show you some other french specialties. Maybe if your good I could even take you home."

Hm...What type of 'french specialties' are we talkin'? I wanna know what I'm gettin' myself into." He twisted a hand into the man's hair, "Your hair's soft..."

He moaned softly leaning into the touch. "Yeah, My head's sensitive so be careful cheri." Francis looked into the other's green eyes and licked his lips. "Well there is a saying that you can find no lover more devoted to pleasure than a Frenchman."

Arthur smirked, scraping his nails over the Frenchman's scalp. "Cheri? My name's Arthur. Whas yours? And you may be devoted to pleasure, but devoted to one person? Ha! Never." He laughed to himself, his ingrained hate of the french coming out even in his drunken haze, but oddly, he wanted the man. Badly.

"Francis and I have never once betrayed a lover." He pulled back from the touch as their drinks were brought over. "My lovers betray me."

"Thas good to know!" He reached out childishly as Francis pulled away. "Francis. I like your name. I wan' my drink now!"

"Drink then Cheri." He raised his wine glass with a calm and sultry smirk on his lips. "To meeting new friends."

Arthur downed his glass, giggling all the while. "To meeting new friends!" He poked Francis' stomach, before bursting into another fit of giggles, finally stopping to look up into his eyes, lips moving into a flirtatious smile. "So, about those french specialties, hm?

He leaned in close and captured Arthur's lips in a rough kiss. Tasting the alcohol on the blond's lips he swiped his tongue out wanting more.

Arthur hummed softly, kissing back harshly, opening his mouth as soon as he felt the tongue touch .

The blond nipped at his lower lip as he tangled his fingers in his hair to pull the Brit closer. Francis' tongue moved in a dance, trying to coax Arthur's to play.

In his drunken haze, he didn't even realize when he let out a low moan, and rubbed his tongue against Francis'. He did know, however, that this man was an amazing kisser, and he wanted more. He slid his hands into the frenchman's hair, lightly massaging his scalp.

He pulled back and stood offering his hand. "My place or yours mon amour?"

He stood, swaying a little, before taking the man's hand. "Mm, yours. Mine is borin'!" He stumbled into Francis' chest, smiling up at him.

The Frenchman pulled him close to keep him steady. "Let's get a cab. Neither of us is in a condition to drive." He led them to the door keeping hold of the drunk man helping him to walk.

"Of course! So carin' of ya!" He still stumbled, holding tightly to the taller man's arm. Arthur had the random sober thought to wonder just what it was he had decided to do, but pushed it away when he looked up at Francis' sparkling eyes. "So...Handsome..."

"I'm nothing compared to you mon amour," he purred into his ear as he flagged down a cab. Francis smiled down at him as he leaned close kissing him again. He couldn't seem to get enough of the other.

Arthur practically groaned into the kiss, pressing against the other. "Is your place far? I wan' you!"

He shook his head as they got in the car. "It's not far I promise."