So you got the thing you wanted

[wounds]

Who: Genos, Keith, passerby
What: I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR
When: December 1, evening
Where: One of Vista City's gay bars
Warnings: Gratuitous alcohol consumption, getting hit on, paparazzi

[This time Genos picked the bar- and true to his word it's a gay one. Not that he actually cares what kind of bar they end up in. As long as he's drinking, that's just fine by him.

But hell, he kind of wants to see if Keith is willing to show up to this one. He's sent a text to his "friend" and now he's surrounded by fans.

At least he's easy to find.]

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[agains]

[ Lights flash in his eyes as the limo rolls up to unCHAINed, local gay bar and fetish club. Some asshole's alerted the paparazzi. Or, maybe he shouldn't travel by big obvious limo.

Yeah, like he didn't do that on purpose. He'll deny it, but any news is good news as long as you're in it. No matter what the manager says. Keith's phone buzzes in his back pocket one last time.

Alex Ursa 11:15 PM
Where the hell are you going?

11:20 PM
Keith

11:24 PM
Get back to HQ right now

He ignores both Ursa and the press, focusing on finding Genos via his legion of fans. The more aloof Keith can look doing this, the better.

He flashes a camera-blinding smile of his own at some of the men and women surrounding his buddy in order to stun them and get closer. ]

This place suits you, Genos.

[ You know, with its chain-y, metallic aesthetic. And the fact that it's full of people who are also tabloid-confirmed gay. ]