The main room was a vast, open space containing a full lengthed bar and dance floor, to the further outskirts were areas for lounging and taking a break, the whole area was the definition of extravagance. Carl was the apple of Ricks eye and belived it was impossible for his son to do anything wrong, if only daddy dearest had the smallest clue his angel had an unsationable craving for something absolutely wrong, and tonight it seemed Carl was going to be hooked up with his lifetime fix. A very sassy, angry one at that. Carls vice like hold on his large bottle wavered so that his long, boney fingers could glide about the pleasingly smooth surface. Carls attention drug over to the three cardboard cut outs of dumbfounded men, the tallest and most sensable -using that term extreamly loosely- of the three furrowed his brows, his jaw slightly agape as he appeared deeply perturbed by something, his gaze staring right thtough the pretty boy his boss had snared in his arms.
It dawned on the youth that Negan must have been set up on some sort of prank thus their encounter but judgeing by the mortified expressions on the trios faces the black haired man continuing to talk to him caused their joke to backfire significantly. Negan cast a glance over to his men from the spot at the table, narrowing his eyes at them. The City Is Dangerous, I Need Your Kisses To Survive. As those two utter doofuses made their way over and distracted Negan Simon's entertainment floped into annoyance and then boiling anger once their leader took them up on whatever bullshit they threw his way. Make you into someone who no one would even think of fucking with. Not a single fuck was given as carl pushed himself against the white double doors of the cooking area that lead out to the rest of the fun house- he was home free and instantly he found himself swept up in the thriving atmosphere. He wondered just how long he could drag the man out untill he was practically begging him to join his 'side'.
None would guess these three clunky brutes would be underlings of someone as cunning and dashing as Negan but he was clearly the lead of Americas most brutal gang for a reason- nonetheless, it was still hard to bunch Negan and his lackies together as one species. His only response was a quick, toothy smirk before he had stepped on the gas pedal and made his way elsewhere. The music seemed to fade out and any chatter or sense of presence ceased to exist to Carl as he stared deeply into the mans mesmerizing gaze, completely fascinated in him. And it's no skin off my nose ither way. As much as the boy sounded annoyed, Negan could tell that there was a hint of interest that was being shown in return, even with the rolling of his stunning, bright blue eyes and frustrated sighing.
I prefer to be alone rather than be bothered by idtiots. He folded his arms across the tables coal black surface and stared to what colorful lights refracted off of the polished surface as embarrassment rolled over him. Not the slightest discomfort could be detected in the boy as Negans arm draped around his shoulders enclosing him in a sinful warmth, he didn't lean into the touch but he didn't rip away ither. Negan was a handome charmer and he had ever billowing charisma that he effortlessly generated in every mannerism of his behavior, his men, on the other hand, were far more impulsive and barbaric, even as animalistic as they all were they were all kept in a deathly straight line by the dark haired man. Carl looked over the man who sat right against him, giving a quick but not at all discreet size up of the other, he was quite a looker and surly he would have no trouble picking up any select girls who caught his fancy thus stirred up quite a few inquirys within his mind. He was quiet at school and made good grades, he was polite when he had to be and was kind and loving to his father, sure he would have a scrap with his mom from time to time but it was only natural for a teenaged boy his age. The teenager looked to the tiled dance floor and one of the lounge sections beside it trying to find a good place to hunker down and enjoy his smuggled refreshments.
A long, exasperated sigh left Carls lips and he lifted his hand from the bottle so that he could sweep his cascading bang out of his face to save the other from intreudeing his personal bubble more than he already had. Its fun i guess, but right after i sneak in i get bored pretty fast and leave. Without missing a beat, he turned his attention back to the boy in front of him. He could see the bright intreuge glittering in the others eyes that looked like solid black pools in this lighting and Carl knew he was just waiting for him to spill the beans on how he got into the glamorous nightclub that was strictly forbidden to the likes of him. Carl groaned in annoyance after those two brainless jocks left him alone in an exagerated hoot of bewilderment after they realized he wasn't a girl. Carl slouched a bit as his elbows rested on the table, Negan now seeming to have his undivided attention. His gaze ended up falling on a someone sitting alone at a table with an entire bottle of lavish liquor and an entire box of what looked to be breadsticks.
All the stores had long been closed and the deserted streets were spotlighted in the gentle, orange glow of street lamps. He caught the bothered mutterings of a few who witnessed him skipping the line but paid no attention. Maybe tonight could be a little fun after all, maybe he'd stick around and toy around with the other and just see where that would lead. He must have had some kind of special pass. Unfortunately, Carls curiousity got the best of him and grew far out of his containment. Either way, what you pulled tonight is fucking crazy.
With his hair out of the way it revealed more of the boys stunning features, he had a fair complexion and a button nose as well as a cluster of freckles that scattered across his cheeks like constellations. Taking another hefty swig of his beer, he scanned the mostly vacant area. He could feel the smooth beat of the music thud within his rib cage as he passed between wandering party goers and clusters of social butterflies. Yhea, this place was decked out. At the proposal of the somewhat childish dare that Negan swore he could clearly hear in the voice of a douchey thirteen year old, he laughed. If he were to get out there and have fun, he needed to have a bit of alcohol in his system to loosen up a bit first.
It was all he could say, shaking his head he continued to watch the gangster making a move on the younger male as he held his chin almost as if to keep it from hitting the floor should any other nonplus scenario arise. Little do they know, the forced interest he showed with his greeting only grew to be genuine. Even though he was never one to flirt he still allowed the others advancements for the time being, It was intresting to say the least and ultimately saved him from his snares of boredom so he refrained from sending Negan on his way as he did his subordinates. The last thing he wanted was to waste his time on an unnecessary fight before he even entered the bustling club. No, the sly boy had went around back where men were unloading booze and cases of goods to take into the clubs pantry and snuck into one of the crates where he crammed his body snugly against bags of potatoes.
Eventually he arrived to a calm section, the music sounding distant and soft and the sound of pool balls clacking together occasionaly broke the stillness. A chilled wind whisked through the inactive town and it it weren't for the muffled beat of music comming from a massive building on the corner of a main road one would be able to hear leaves rake against the faded cement. A growl tore at the insides of his throat as he crammed his money into his pocket bitterly and stepped over to the pair of dunces who were slapping each others arms and tittering like a couple of elementary girls. They held a thousand words behind them, a story that Negan found himself very much wanting to find out. He took a long swig, sighing in content as he placed it back down onto the table with a thud.
As he leisurely walked through the crowd, ice cold beer in one hand with the other stuffed into the pocket of his blue jeans, he surveyed the area to see who was out tonight. Fuck off and go hang out with tweedle dee and tweedle dumb over there. He sat as still as a statue while he looked to the bold flirt knowing full and well he had the other coiled around his finger and he couldn't help but to wonder how far his 'romantic' inertia could push the other before he lost his patience and made a brash move; it was going to be alot of fun to test the strangers self control. The tables were completely swaped, all three of the mens jaws dropped and nearly dislocated themselves as they became blungent with dumbfoundment. Eventually carls attentions settled on the table where a little candle flickered inside of a glass giving off a warm light. Waiting for the unfamiliars response carl lifted the heavy bottle to his lips and dipped it forwards, letting the enticing liquid wash over his tounge and down his throat- never breaking eye contact with the alluring man as he took a few gulps Negan half expected to be warded off with a slap with the way the boy was holding himself.