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He didn't know how Doc had done it, but whatever he'd done, Devin was glad to be off the hook. The baby wasn't his and that made things so much easier.

"We should go out." He'd made the announcement with a relieved, bright smile. Of course, he mostly knew the clubs he'd played and while they might have good music, he wanted to get lost in it, music and movement and he only knew of one place for that in this town.

Fergus had found it somehow, god knows how. In a basement, but exceptionally well decorated. Velvet and iron, it bordered on goth, but goth with a decidedly gay edge. Straights were welcome, but the likelihood of boys or girls hooking up there was far more likely than boys and girls.

Devin ran it by Warren, hoping it would be okay after all the recent...issues. Then he pulled out his nicest leather pants, not the beaten up every day ones, but the ones he performed in. Gold hoops in his ears, lots of gel. He even pulled out the eyeliner. His shirt was green, matching his eyes, silk and nearly sheer. Finally done primping, he glanced over at Warren.

"Bout ready?"

Date: 2006-09-11 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com
Warren was watching him with a smile that slid from amused to bemused to downright gleeful at some points. His preparations had been a lot less elaborate, still not quite possessed of quite the wardrobe that Devin had. He was, at least, wearing the leather pants. A tight black sleeveless shirt showed off his chest definition, wrists bound in the black leather and chrome cuffs they'd picked up in New York.

He'd added a dog-collar necklace out of impulse, just a length of chain that closed loosely around his neck and ended in an O-ring. No chain clipped to it, though.

He hadn't even gone near the makeup. That was Devin's department, Devin could attack him with a makeup kit if he thought it needed it. Warren barely knew how to tell if a girl's makeup was applied correctly.

"Ready," he grinned over at Devin, looking at him, thinking of the night ahead. They hadn't had a night out like this in a while.

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