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005 ✽ We be all night

Who: The willing from Pride and Virgo
What: Want to know what party sucked? The solstice party. Want to know what party won't suck? Luci and Luce's.
When: Jan 8th
Where: The basement of the club Blue Heist
Warnings: None planned besides possible/probably intoxication

A little while after the disaster at Naomi's, those who had attended might find themselves approached- by Luce on Virgo's side, by Luci on Pride's, or perhaps by someone who had heard about it from either of them. The subject of conversation?

Another party. One that involves another mingle of both labels, without being used for any ulterior motives.

Those who seem up to it are given a time and place. Blue Heist is one of the clubs around town that has what could be called a "basement level", for private renting and parties available to anyone who has the cash to spend on it. It's a pretty simple set up, nothing extravagant like the party at Naomi's... Which is absolutely on purpose, let no one tell you otherwise. There's a reason any mics or karaoke equipment has been pointedly removed. All the music is on the system already.

Nope, tonight it's just dancing and drinking, with a couple of rooms to the side that have cheesy movies playing in case you're tired out. No closed doors, no poison at the bar, no murder.

And if you want to take a moment to maybe have a talk to someone on the opposite label to discuss or apologize for the events of the prior night... That's fine too.

Just be careful. Both labels are still under watch, it seems, with a few bodyguards from both sides around the perimeter here and there.

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"Yeah." Greg swirls his cherry in his drink, watching Tiger from the corner of his eye.

"That's a tough one, 'cause no one's got the same answer. I'm still trying to figure it out, even."

At least wearing sunglasses makes it harder for everyone to see him looking publicly sad, in the way he's so sick of doing. Though it shows in his voice all the same.

"Do you...feel like that now, too?"

He pauses, slightly anxious, before admitting it. "A little. I've been trying not to, but the stuff that used to make me feel better isn't working like usual." 'Spending time with friends and family' doesn't play out so well when friends are all scared and hopeless as you are, and family is... well.

"Oh," he says, and hesitates for a few moments before speaking. "...You never sound like you do. You always just...act nice and helpful anyway. It's weird."

That's the wrong word for it. Really, he just acts like the person that people seem to think that Tiger is inside.

"Yeah?" Is it weird? A lot of people seem to think so. "I guess... making people happy makes me feel better. So I try to keep that up."

Greg frowns, scratching at his hair. It makes it sound a little selfish, when he says it like that.

Only to you, Greg. Only to you. To Tiger it still sounds pretty great. HE stares at the ground and kicks at it with one of his feet.

"Don't you ever get...angry? Like...angry enough that you do something bad?"

Greg never does anything bad, it seems like.

Greg gives Steven a sidelong look, and nods--just the slightest incline of the head.

"Sure, sometimes." His brow furrows. "For me, getting angry is just... really wanting to do something about what makes me sad. And that can be a good thing. But it can make it hard to figure out what to do, and that makes me feel worse." More often than not, he can't figure out anything at all, and it burns out uselessly. "So... I try not to get mad too much."

"That's...that's different," Tiger says, like he's searching for the words. His face flushes a little with subtle embarrassment. "That's not really bad. You're not hurting anyone who doesn't deserve it."

"I get scared I will. That's why I try not to do it." The fear comes in long before he can actually hurt anyone, but the chance is there all the same.

So he doesn't do it, really. Tiger isn't really surprised. It's hard to imagine a situation where Greg would do something like that. The angriest he's ever seen him was when he got punched out by Jin and he'd only ever pushed her because she...hit Tiger, he guesses.

"I do that all the time," he says, after a moment.

Not these days. Not for a long time, at least.

"I know." He's been around Tiger long enough to see it.

His shades hide the finer details of his emotion, but so much of it still comes through in his voice. There is an edge of clear desperation.

"Why do I do that, when people keep telling me I should be more like you?"

Why didn't they find a private room to talk? Instead of by a loud bar with blasting music, where bodyguards are watching, and waiting for them to make a mistake. Greg's throat is sore as he swallows.

"I can't answer that for you. You're still figuring it out." He rubs at his face. "It... it doesn't make you a bad person, Tiger. Not knowing how you want to be, and making mistakes, and hurting people. It's just something that happens, even with really good people."

Tiger takes off his sunglasses, looking down at them silently for a few moments. Then he looks up at Greg. His expression isn't tearful or angry, just searching, if a bit melancholy.

"...I'm glad you game to the party," he says, a few moments later, looking down again. "I didn't know if you would but I was hoping..."

He thinks he can admit that without being embarrassed now. That's something.

"Me too." At this point, it really goes without saying on Greg's end. He likes to say it all the same. "I wasn't sure if you'd show up, but I'm glad you did."

He hadn't really wanted to come, if not for the chance of seeing him. Greg's false front for the party might be nicer than Tiger's, but he doesn't think he can keep it up anymore. He doesn't have the energy for the dance floor.

"Is it okay if we find somewhere more quiet?"

Tiger relaxes a little at that, the idea seeming particularly welcoming. He came in here with really big ideas of acting cool and in control but it's proving to be really hard, and having that act mix with his more genuine interactions is unpleasant.

He steps towards Greg, managing to look kind of shy despite himself.

"Okay. I'm sick of this stuff anyway."

"I'm with you."

Greg wishes he'd stop getting all these urges for physical contact. Even without so many prying label eyes around, Tiger's rarely responded well. As is, Greg turns the impulse to take the teen's hand into gently brushing past him, leading the way to a side room.

Holding hands seems like it would be nice, if it weren't for the fact that it just seems like something that'd be totally ridiculous to be doing at his age. So Tiger just follows him at a close distance instead. Once they are in the side room, he flops down on one of the couches within with an exhausted sigh and then rolls onto his side.

"Real solstice wasn't so bad," he says, despite the otherwise lethargic action.

Greg flops into a chair without much more restraint, slumping way down into lounge mode.

"Yeah? You do anything special for it?" Probably not a party. Greg really doesn't know much about what Tiger does on his own time back at Pride.

"Not really," he admits. "Manticore's party was pretty okay, and otherwise...we mostly just didn't have to do a lot of gigs or anything which was nice. Kido did a lot of baking for people. We just kind of got to hang out and do whatever. It's been a while since we could do that."

"Did you?" he asks after a moment. It seems like the polite thing to ask.

"Nah. Stayed up watching TV, hung out with my bandmate." Singular. "Haven't had enough time to marathon a show in ages. Guess it's.... sorta their gift to us."

That's an optimistic way of looking at it. Is basic mercy really a gift? He guesses it might be now, it's hard to think about. Which is all the more evident based on Greg's implications about his band.

"Are the others...actually gone?" he asks gingerly, like he's not sure he wants to ask. What does 'gone' mean? He isn't sure.

For a moment, it might look like Greg didn't even hear the question, spacing out in the chair. He finally scratches at his hair, sighing.

"Yeah. Fired." That's what they call it. "Penthouse practically echoes."

Tiger is quiet for a few more moments. He buries his head in his arms, folded on the couch.

"It doesn't make any sense why they do that," he complains helplessly.

"No, it doesn't." They worked hard. They played well. They didn't kick up a fuss--well, Krieg did, but the rest... Greg's spent a lot of time wondering, and coming up blank. His popularity is through the roof, yet he can't even predict if that will keep him around if his band is gone.

Looking over at Tiger, curled up, he decides the last thing this kid needs is his worries piled on top of his own. Greg stands up, and goes over to sit next to him.

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