Night Out on the Town?

[swordoath]

True enough, Zack hadn't been joking about going out. For him it's been a pretty long time so why not go all out? The people that had seemed interested all got a message explaining where they we going to be. Someone that Zack thought could use a little social get together got a message regardless if they answered his call out. He isn't sure who all is going to show, but who cares?

All that matters is that he is here at some bar that Cloud has picked out. Friends will be here too, hopefully. They can cut loose a little and have a good time out tonight. If they manage to have a little too much fun... Well then it makes for some good memories and new stories to be retold. Who knows, maybe someone it won't even be remembered in the morning.


(( ooc: but no seriously. do what you want. it's kind of an open mingle sort of thing for anyone and everyone. make your own threads or join in others. sky's the limit for real. ))

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[notachocobo]

If anything, Cloud's going to be a flustered mess tomorrow once he realizes just what had happened--what they did. Right now? He's more than happy to melt into the contact, allowing the kiss to become something more as he presses closer to Zack without too much hesitation.

His hands work themselves free from their tightly clenched place in Zack's shirt so he can bring his hands up to cup the other's face, fingers partially tangling in Zack's hair. There's a bit of desperation in Cloud's actions, a need for this. For Zack. For contact that he's denied himself for so long.

Gods was he going to be embarrassed come morning.

[swordoath]

Chances were that Zack would feel a little bad come morning. Embarrassed? No. Ashamed? Nope. There was a good chance that he would feel a little smug though. Then again perhaps that would go without saying. Of course he wasn't thinking too hard on anything like this at the moment. Definitely not with Cloud reciprocating as he was.

Zack's hands fell from Cloud's face, resting more on the blonde's hips. Whatever is spurring on Cloud's need doesn't concern him at the moment. It seemed more prudent to keep those lips occupied, tongue sweeping across them with a little sigh. Fingers tangled in his hair? Definitely a weakness.