Be Buried

[Sakito]

(Open to anyone^^)

It was one of those nights when Sakito felt that he needed to escape. He needed to escape to somewhere that no one could find him. And here was the place. No one would know that he was the successful musician, leader of the famous band Nightmare. No one know anyone where. They weren't looking for it anyway. They were looking for temporary pleasures here.

Tonight, Sakito allowed himself to let loose. His whole attire changed to something revealing, exposive and something that would let his body bare, just almost. The tight black hot pants hang low on his hips. The heaviness of his make-up made his eyes stand out, prying for someone to share his night with...

Cross-legged, he gazed out at the area. Women with virtually nothing on were swaying about. Some casted sharp looks at him, whom they thought was a very competent rival.

He sat there and waited...

[Miyavi]

A tall slender figure pushed its way through the crowd filling the strip club and made its way to the bar. In the dim lighting, it was difficult to tell if the person was male or a very tall female; then again, that was the effect Miyavi was going for. It was rare he wore so much makeup around his eyes, but tonight he was looking for some fun.

He took a seat in an empty barstool, shifted in his form-fitting shirt, and leaned on one elbow, watching the "performers" do their thing onstage.

[Sakito]

His eyes caught sight of a slim stranger with a tight-fitting shirt on. Tilting his head a little as if to get a better view, the way that figure moved somehow looked familiar but he couldn't quite remember who.

Totally dismissing the dance on the stage, Sakito placed his feet to the floor and slowly lifted himself from the seat. A smile on his face, he slowly swayed his way to that person. No one was going to take him before he did.

Now that he was next to his target, he spoke up over the pumping music, "Mind my company?" As though it wasn't really a question, he invited himself onto the stool.

[Miyavi]

Miyavi took a second to glance over his new companion. Wow, that was fast...maybe this pretty was looking for fun also?

"Not at all." He responded, turning slightly to face him, a slight grin forming on his face. "Can I buy you something, Kirei-san?" Miyavi laughed softly. "First...what's your name?"

[Sakito]

He crossed his legs and smiled sweetly at his new companion for the night. "My name is Sakito. A drink will be very nice, thank you."

His sparkling eyes rested on Miyavi and spoke up, "May I know your name too, sir?" Something told Sakito that he wanted to stay with this person for the rest of the night. He didn't know what made him feel like this. Also, the more he looked at this person, the more Sakito thought that he had seen this figure before...

[Miyavi]

A smile slowly curled onto Miyavi's face. He knew that name.

"Tell me what you want and I'll buy it for you. I'm Miyavi." He bowed his head in Sakito's direction, and suddenly wished that he'd bought something a little sexier to wear tonight. Then again, how could he have known that he would come across someone so attractive so soon?

[Sakito]

Miyavi. Sakito kept his excitement not too apparent. His sweet smile widened though and replied, "Miyavi-san, nice to meet you here." He wondered if the other recognized that both of them were actually fellow musicians.

But that didn't matter. Sakito came here to let go of himself.

Politely, he spoke, "Hmm, a glass of vodka will do. Thanks again, Miyavi-san."

Although Miyavi's outfit wasn't that showy, Sakito still found the other attractive.

[Miyavi]

"You as well, Sakito-san...but please, just call me Miyavi. No -san." With that, the taller male turned to the bar host and asked for a few shot glasses of vodka.

Again laying his eyes on the attractive male, Miyavi groped around inside of his head for small talk. He really was no good at flirting or anything unless he was dancing...oh well.

"So, eh...what brings you here?" Oh god, how much lamer could he get?

[Sakito]

Sakito broadened his smile, nodding, "Thanks, Miyavi-kun." He received his drink and took a sip. The alcohol burned down his throat but he didn't care. He liked this feeling even. Mentally, he found adding the suffix felt odd since they barely really knew each other. But anyhow, he came to this place for a reason.

At the other's question, he leaned back and replied, "A relief from work and I want to have some fun." Taking another sip, he spoke up, "How about you? Same?"

[Miyavi]

Miyavi nodded, resting his cheek in his palm. "Yes. It's always good to get away from the groupies and be social with other people for a while, ne? Performing is fun, but some desires can't be fulfilled by it..."

The taller male trailed off, lifting an eyebrow suggestively. He could only hope that Sakito got where he was going with this conversation.

[Sakito]

At the later part of the man's reply, Sakito gazed back into Miyavi's eyes. His smile broadened and turned into something more like a snicker.

"I understand what you mean," he spoke up before tilting his head back and finished his drink in one go. The "thing" that couldn't be fulfilled on the stage was something that Sakito was looking for tonight as well.

So, this meant they were both looking for something in common...

Calling for another drink from the bartender, Sakito mentally remembered all the previous times he went somewhere to drink, he had never went past the record of 3 vodkas. But tonight, he wanted to break it.

[Miyavi]

Miyavi grinned widely. "Good, you've got it."

After that he raised an eyebrow...and wondered how well Sakito could hold his liquor. Although it might be more fun to do their thing when one of them was completely plastered.

"Do you wanna go dance?" He spoke up after Sakito had downed this next glass.