"Yes he does actually work for me. It was a rather odd meeting really. He stole a few books but made the mistake to steal my little bell as well, which went off. I ran after him and caught up with him. He said he had to feed his children so I decided to make a win win situation out of it. He works for me, I pay him for his work." Henk screams. "Interesting names for drinks there."

Orphen nearly doubles over laughing as Henk tells his how-i-met-your-hippy story... Orphen wont blow Seans cover though, he figures Henk will learn the truth eventually.

'Riiight his kids. Seans alright, he means well.. sticky fingers though.'

When the bartender slides the drinks over they look like something that belongs in a hazardous waste containment unit. The drink is mainly blue, glowing under the lights with a layer of frothy green floated on the top and dripping down to mix with the blue like tendrils... It comes with a doubleshot of something faintly orange.  

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"Nice colors there.." Henk says to Orphen. "You sure that isn't toxic?" he says grinning.

"So how did you find these places? You just drive about town or what?"

'Nah, I have to stay on top of the competition. I run the Neon Burn downtown. Kinda like a smaller, less Gothy version of this place.'

Orphen picks up the faintly orange shot in one hand and teh odd colored drink in the other.

"Ah I see. Maybe something I should check out then. Is it less rough?" Henk grins. "So how did you and Sean meet? He a good friend of yours?"

Henk takes another look at the drinks and raises an eyebrow. Then grabs the drinks and pulls them a bit closer.

'As long as you can dodge the swinging glowsticks it isnt too bad.'

Orphen grins and drops the shot into the tall glass. The whole mixture comes together and froths like a jaeger bomb. Orphen chugs the whole thing down and carefully avoids taking a shotglass to the teeth...

'Sean just showed up at the Burn a long time ago. We share some uh... extra cirricular interests.'

If the "Mints" were any clue Henk will probably catch on to that.

'He drifts around a bit but hes pretty much a regular...'

"I see, good to have the same interests, right?" Henk grins.
"I think I'm going to stick with books next time. This whole partying thing doesn't suit me that well. I guess." Then follows Orphen's lead, drops the shot into the tall glass and drinks it.
"Oof, Heavy" Henk says giggling.

'Good stuff though.' Orphen grins, sliding his glass across the bar to be picked up.

'So you run a bookstore eh? Id ont suppose you carry any uh... rarer out of print stuff?' Orphen makes finger quotes and imagines his Mentor rolling over in his grave...

"You'll have to come by and take a look" Henk says with a smile on his face. "I'm sure you'll find what you need."

Joey is getting low on his 'food of choice,' dangerously low. Sure the Boss grows copious amounts of weed, but getting the PCP, not to mention the embalming fluid is not always a simple task.

Joey figures the castle-fag union or the glow-stick brigade is as good a place to start as any. He heard that one of his peeps got gunned-down in a drug-bust gone awry at the Zone, so he ain't goin' nowhere near that place for a while.

Banging through the door, trying to get a respectable crip-walk going, he trips over the raised threshold and runs into some girl carrying glowing drinks, spilling them all over the both of them.

"WHat the FuCK BiTCH!!! WHY DOn'T yOOOUUU LOoK Where the FUCK I'M GoIN"!!!" He half-yells and half-screams at her with his warbling voice. "Fuck you, prick." she says in her 'I'm emotionally hardcore' tone, walking away.

"Huh? Bitch, YOU MUST THINK I WONT SMACK A HOE! AY! AAAYYY!!! LOOK AT ME WHEN I"M TALKIN' TO YOU!!! BITCH I WILL BUS' YOU IN YO' MouF LiKE YO NAME WUZ FRANK!!! AY!"

If she hears him over the loud techno, she makes no indication. But he has drawn plenty of stares from other nearby patrons.

'I definitly will.'

Its hard not to notice Joey in a place like this. When your tapped into the flow of a club and such a disturbance works its way in you pick up on it like a buzzer.

Orphen will stare from across the room for a moment before asking Henk;

'Where the hell did Sean get off to?'

"I have no idea. I haven't particularly watched out for Sean.." Henk says concerned.

Henk then looks at the disturbance caused by a guy screaming in the club and raises an eyebrow.  

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When Joey disturbs everyone in the club seans eyes light up and he runs to him hugging him, and yelling "Jo-joe whats poppin man!?!"

*Devin of course is watching from the platform and his eyes narrow on the reject walking through the door. A nod to the bouncer just to keep an eye on him for now. He hasn't caused anyone to stop drinking or dancing yet, not for more then a few seconds anyway. * Moron. *He mutters and studies the new guy and his little group of friends, figures it was the odd one out...*

Joey looks around nervously with Sean's arms encircling him. He has absolutely no idea who this guy is, but he hasn't been called that in a very long time.

"Ay man... Ayyyy! I ain't down with that fag shit, yo. You got me fucked up." breaking away from the embrace, he goes about smoothing out his clothes that were disheveled and wrinkled long before Sean ever touched him. Popping his collar he looks at this guy and his face lights up in what might momentarily be mistaken for recognition.

'Ohhhh hey! You're like, one of them Mud-Hippies, right?" lowering his voice, he says "You holdin'?"

Sean smiles at him "Of couse man, what you looking for?"" Sean figits the whole time he talks to joey.

"Where have you been Jo-joe? its been a long time."  

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Relaxing a little once the man replies in the affirmative, Joey goes right into the pitch "I be lookin' to hook up with some Sherm knee-grow. You heard?"

His eyes go a little buggy at the second mention of his dreaded nick-name, buggier than they usually are. "Huh? Oh, I been in lockdown yo. You know how it is." He still has no clue where this guy knows him from, but he does his best to hide that fact if it will allow him to score.

"sherm man? sorry i cant help you out with that, ive got about a halfie of mushys left if you are into them?"

He looks around the club again, "OO Yea my buddy has some X if you need a boost man."

Henk turns back to Orphen after seeing Sean jump the person that just came in. "Well, now we know.." He points towards Sean. "There he is. Just a matter of time before he'll come back here."

The combination of pills and liquor should be hitting both of them pretty hard by now. Orphen sways a little as he stands up.

'Sean will find us, im going abck out there for a bit...' Orphen nods at the dance floor. Its just about time to drunk dian Marie while standing as close as possible to a bass speaker... she loves that.