Kicking Back [Shunnosuke]

Shunnosuke wasn't the type to party in a weekday — better, he shouldn't be, but after a few stressful situations and some recent events he'd rather not speak about, that's everything he needed. Whether you're an adult salaryman who stays busy at work from monday morning until friday afternoon or a teenager student who just wants to feel ahead of his time for once and free of his family, if you go to Wave's Peak you can only be searching for one thing: have a good time and forget the common week worries. That's Shunnosuke's case.
Not like he had too much problems: no, he didn't. His lifestyle was bountiful, his appearance was far from something you'd throw in a garbage, his schoolar performance was pretty satisfactory, his parents were all but good-looking and polite people, what could possibly go wrong with his life, right? It's probably the most recurring — and dare say, irritating — argument the student would have to listen from envious friends.
"Friends".
If only people know what lied beneath his home door, they'd think twice before judging his life as perfect as it sounded...but it's a good thing they don't know. It's a good thing to be "perfect", or to pretend to be.

...but it's also a great thing to be yourself. One of the popular sayings is that on the dancefloor you can let your sweat carry away whatever troubles you, as long as you keep moving to the music. And that's just what Shunnosuke is doing, with a drink in hand, eyes closed, arms lifted to the ceiling and just moving his body with the flow. Alcohol did taste as great as always. Sure, the boy was still underage and shouldn't be allowed to buy an alcoholic beverage, but well, that's what fake IDs, an authority attitude and a well-known surname are for. What harm it could do to seek for a little fun? Probably the only one in the dancefloor enjoying the current soundtrack with a vivid passion was the teenager, and he didn't mind. The other people would probably stare at him, finding his behavior rather...out of control and awkward, and that wouldn't bother him at all.

What truly made him stop for a minute was the simple sight of a acquaintance in the same place as him, not too distant however, but enough to glance back at him if he decided to. He narrowed his gaze to see him better, though, trying to discern who was the familiar figure to him. When he realized where he saw that dark ponytail before in amidst the fading lights and, therefore, the identity of the young man sitting near the bar counter, the teenager just took a deep breath.

Julian.

Swallowing what's left of his drink in a single row, Shun would stand still, fiercely staring at his upperclassman until either of them decides to make a second move, which would probably take enough time as to give Shun a moment to think rationally of what to do. Damn, that caught him off guard completely...what now?

A friendly reaction, huh? Unexpected. But it only confirmed it was indeed Julian. Or a very similar approachable guy. Figures.
Nevermind that, the situation was awkward by itself. Talk about an unfortunate coincidence, and Shunnosuke still had no clue of what to do as he kept staring the older teen for a little while, longer than expected moment, like a snake, with the glass containing his beverage still attached to his lips.
Damn.
What if Julian decides to open his mouth and tell everyone at school he saw the teenager dropping like it's hot in a nightclub? That'd ruin his reputation.
No. Julian wasn't that type of person, was he? At least, he didn't seem to be. On the other hand, you can never know for sure. Taking his own family as example, looks can be deceiving. Shunnosuke himself could be a very good example of that saying, and there he is, worrying about someone else acting the same. If it were him switching places with Julian, he wouldn't hesitate to hold on that information and use it against the upperclassman and on his favor whenever it was convenient.
Oh God, the younger started regretting his choice to visit a club at that time of the day. Seriously, Wave's Peak of all places...what are the odds...?

The song wouldn't stop playing as his indecision grew along with his dread and the people around would quickly forget his presence and go back to their own affairs. Still, he decided to just end this tight spot. He would walk through the crowd, as sinuous as a panther ready to pounce, often rudely pushing aside whoever was in the way and quickly making it to where Julian was sit.

— Soo...we meet again, huh? — The younger one said, with a mischievous, confident and, why not say it, fake smile upon his stretched lips. — Judging by your good guy facade, I would never expect you to be a clubber. The things you find out.

"Vanilla". That's a good and laughable definition, indeed. Not too accurate, however. As much as the conversation goes, Shunnosuke actually found his upperclassman pretty entertaining once the younger teenager confirmed the guy was harmless to his reputation. All the tallest one needed was an extra little push to get as..."loose" as him. — Sort of. Though... — He'd say, softly rubbing the tip of his feet at the back of Julian's leg, in some sort of suggestive and insinuating fashion. At the same time, he would pick his glass of liqueur once again and lower his voice tone to match the exact situation in hand. — I'm sure even a vanilla guy can...surprise me. — That being said, Shunnosuke took another sip while maintaining the visual contact with Julian, paying attention to everything he was told. Honestly, he didn't buy that "I don't feel like it" argument, but it was amusing nonetheless. He was expecting an honest confession about Julian's inability to perform well on the dancefloor, not an obvious avoidance. "If you have nothing to owe, you have nothing to fear", right? In any event, it'd only fuel his urge to tease his school friend a little bit.

— That's a pretty discreet way to say I'm not your "type". — More provocative remarks; he was sure Julian would open an exception should the inviting person captivate his interest enough. However Shunnosuke's chuckling and playful response would make it clear that didn't bother him at all — it was more like he was facing that interaction as a game that had nothing to do with each other's preferrences and anything to do with ego and getting what he wants. Thus, he could blurt out a self-belittling sentence like that mainly because he didn't believe it — yes, he's that confident — and he was positive Julian wouldn't be offended by his boldness. — There are just the two of us here. No one else would know if you embarrass yourself on the dancefloor, don't worry.

If Shunnosuke had any hint of doubts concerning Julian's being indeed a good dancer, that sentence erased it. He was the one who said he could dance, so logically he wouldn't look like an idiot and shouldn't worry about his reputation...unless his skills doesn't par up to his outer persona.

— Hm...you're the cautious type, I see. — He let a slightly wicked and short laugh slip thru. It just gave him a naughty idea. The boy gulped down his liqueur in a greedy manner and placed the glass upon the counter. Again, he made a quick sign for the bartender to collect it again, which the older male didn't like much. Already his second glass and he was still feeling fine..although he doesn't subscribe to the common definition of "fine". Shunnosuke wasn't still drunk to let the alcohol affect his judgment and rationality, not to the point he'd be blatant or too obtrusive; on the other hand, it enhanced his daring demeanor. With an affected mode, he cleaned the corner of his lips making use of his middle finger, only to stand up and get closer to Julian. Not too close, but enough for the upperclassman to notice the combination between the young guy's strong scent and a little bit of the smell of his beverage. — As for your previous question...yes, I'd like you to try. — By that time, Shunnosuke would take the liberty to surround Julian's neck with his arms, unless the older guy decides to do something in that respect. — Feel free...to start...anytime. — Shunnosuke punctuated in a whisper tone, giggling like a misbehaved children having fun with playing pranks on his neighbors. That was turning out better than he expected. Julian didn't want to face a shameful situation, huh? Well now, would that put the older boy embarrassed enough for him to give in to Shun's request already?