+& These Situations (Eli/Callie)

[mika]

It was so fucking loud in here but Kamaili felt as though the club could do with some better speakers. He needed, wanted, things to get louder so that the noise, screams and constant thudding of the base could drown out his better judgement. Where the hell was he? He didn't know. All he was aware of was the drink in his hand and that he was somehow higher than everyone else -- elevation wise I mean.

Kamaili gave a grin, chuckling as he brought his martini to his lips, downing the glass and tossing it into the crowd. he loved this song but couldn't remember what the name was. He twirled around to the melody, his hands in the air as he grinned at the people looking up at him, holding their drinks out. Where was Kamaili? Well, he was dancing atop the bar, his shirt having somehow been lost in the crowd.

It wasn't something Kamaili did rarely. He got high, he had alcohol and then he did stupid shit. On more than one occasion he'd taken to drunkenly dancing on things and tonight, it just happened to be the bar of this club he was in. The dance floor apparently wasn't good enough, Kamaili wanted more attention, so he had hoisted himself up here. He was bound to get attention alright, it would really only be a matter of time until the security thugs were pulling at his loose hanging skinny jeans, shouting, trying to be heard above this ruckus.

"I fucking love this song!" he shouted at all the people who were gathered around him, enjoying his outrageous behavior, "Someone fucking come up here and make out with me!"

[eli]

RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN !

Somewhat surprisingly, the guitarist was not completely hammered... yet. He was sure if someone gave him some more time, he'd be so wasted he couldn't see more than five feet in front of him. There wasn't any reasoning behind the fact that he wanted to get drunk. As a matter of fact, he'd initially only come here to get away from the tour bus for a while and to watch the drunks stumble around aimlessly, but he'd ended up seating himself at the bar, consuming more beer as the night went on. Eli kept his head down for the most part, not in the mood for conversation right at this moment in time, and, for a while, at least, nobody bothered him. Granted, it wouldn't last for long, and he knew that, but he was going to enjoy his rare moments of solitude whenever they were presented to him.

And because he was right (as he always was), a few girls ended up keeping him company at the bar, excitedly asking questions about the music, if they could have his autograph, things like that. Belatedly, Eli realized that he probably should have just brought Greyson along with him - would've saved him some trouble. Most fans, if given the option between the lead singer and the guitarist of a band they liked, would much rather go for the lead singer, and then Eli would just be content to drink his beers alone... while Greyson got showered with attention. Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly how the brunette wanted it to happen - he'd like some attention, naturally, did he not deserve it? - but it was pretty close, so long as he got his own groupie. Or maybe two. There were currently three girls gathered around them, but he wasn't in the mood for female company tonight, if any company at all.

However, he was out in public, and feeling jovial enough, so he gave them their autographs, answered their questions (albeit, with some sarcasm that they didn't really seem to notice... or care about), and bought a round of beer for them. Shortly after the drinks, the girls excused themselves, saying they had to make a trip to the bathroom. Eli watched them head off, chittering wildly amongst themselves. He would never understand females. Why did you need an entourage to be there for you when you took a piss? Or maybe they were just going to gush about him because they didn't want to do so in front of him. He wouldn't really be surprised; it had happened before. People were just susceptible to his good looks, he supposed. Whether it was a gift or a curse, he couldn't really say - it varied. And it wasn't really that Eli was arrogant, per se; he just knew what people liked, and that could be him. It often was. That was more fact than arrogance. Right?

After a few moments of the girls being away, Eli decided that he was, in fact, in the mood for company tonight... just not female company. He didn't have anything against them, but tonight he just didn't want one of them helping keep his bed warm. Not to mention that those girls earlier were in love with Alpha Bravo Charlie's music and they'd likely end up taking the one-night-stand much more personally than he'd like them to. He glanced around the club for them, but they were nowhere to be seen, so he stepped off of the stool where his feet had perched themselves on the ring around the bottom of it. His beer was empty, so he left it in place and merged into the crowd that was converging... around the bar, actually. At first, he was confused as to why, but then he realized that, farther down the bar from where he'd been sitting, there was a guy... standing on top of the bar. He seemed to be having a grand old time, and he was missing a shirt. Eli didn't bother trying to stop himself from checking the guy out.

He might do, some part of Eli's mind decided. He was hot, that much was undeniable. Besides that, he was shouting for someone to make out with him. At first, the guitarist just eyed his fingernails, wondering if one of the entertained crowd would go up and keep the show on, but he didn't see anyone do so. In turn, this made Eli take matters into his own hands. Again, why not? He wasn't in the mood for female company, and this was an attractive guy that wanted someone to make out with. If you asked Eli, they both benefited... unless the guy was straight. If so, well... he didn't have to be straight all the time, surely. He could swing both ways or be gay for a night. It was called experimentation or... something like that, at least. So, really, it didn't take long at all for Eli to climb up on the bar next to the guy and lock their lips together as if their lives depended on it. Why the hell not?

music,, sink or swim by falling in reverse.
words,, 852.
tag you're it,, kamaili/mika. :D
lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.
notes,, ... and then the paparazzi got pictures and wondered if they were in a relationship, because that's what paparazzi do.