[They probably should, but they don't have to. This place is pretty packed, and only slightly less crazy than the one in New York when it comes to drugs and bodies and music. The walls are mostly already occupied here, either by wallflowers nursing drinks or couples making out with a fervor that borders on openly fucking, or maybe even gets there - it's too dark to be sure and Johnnie isn't interested in staring.
Regardless, they're not the only ones with the intent of doing more than dancing, and Johnnie's brain is just fuzzy enough with alcohol to have a hard time thinking of anything more creative than anyone else is. He pulls Chrissy tight to him in one of the darker corners of the room and kisses her, while a hand slips between her legs to grind his palm against her clit through her panties.]
Even if we go outside we might not be alone out there.
[What was this place called, again? Some play on "deviant"? Because fuck, that sure does sound about right, right now.]
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[They probably should, but they don't have to. This place is pretty packed, and only slightly less crazy than the one in New York when it comes to drugs and bodies and music. The walls are mostly already occupied here, either by wallflowers nursing drinks or couples making out with a fervor that borders on openly fucking, or maybe even gets there - it's too dark to be sure and Johnnie isn't interested in staring.
Regardless, they're not the only ones with the intent of doing more than dancing, and Johnnie's brain is just fuzzy enough with alcohol to have a hard time thinking of anything more creative than anyone else is. He pulls Chrissy tight to him in one of the darker corners of the room and kisses her, while a hand slips between her legs to grind his palm against her clit through her panties.]
Even if we go outside we might not be alone out there.
[What was this place called, again? Some play on "deviant"? Because fuck, that sure does sound about right, right now.]