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[L.ithium]

Weekends had always been Zildjian's favorite. A break from classes, from his job as a lab teaching assistant for microbiology (who would have thought that was something he would have signed up for, actually teaching other students?), and overall, an opportunity to party and drink.

Eyes, one blue, the other brown, glance around the club, the red lighting making his brilliant blue and pink hair instead appear only shades of violet. Maybe he'd find a hot guy to chat up. If not, a fun group of girls to dance with was almost as good; he just couldn't go home with them at the end of the night. Or rather, wouldn't. Not that he disliked girls. They were great, for talking with, going out with, dancing with, drinking with, partying with, shopping with... just not for sleeping with. Perhaps an unusually large portion of his friends were sorority girls.

But guys... Zi liked guys. As if that weren't obvious. The makeup on his face, as well as the tight-fitting clothes and rather loud personality, were a dead giveaway. Hopefully he could meet someone new tonight. Someone that wasn't in all of his classes with him and that he wasn't utterly bored with and hadn't probably already slept with. So he was a bit of a slut... oh well. It suited him just fine.

But drinks were first, for now. A couple of drinks (yeah, he was a lightweight) and he would party with damn near anyone...

[D E M]

Sometimes he just needed a break from classes. Alright, that was a complete lie. He always needed a break from classes. School and Dexter had never really gotten along all that well. Sure, there were a couple of classes he was doing alright in. But really, he was a straight C student. He had a D or two thrown in there along with an equal number of B's. It wasn't that he wasn't smart. It was just that, well, his ADHD prevented him from concentrating for any periods of time, both in and out of class. And well, he was off his Conserta.

Dex looked in the mirror ruffling his brown hair making sure it didn't lay to flat. Not that that was actually in dangerhad of happening. Locks of brown fell into his face where the back of it spiked up in different directions. A bit like Sasuke's actually. But that was really besides the point. He really needed to re dye his hair. He had died it brown not to long ago.. He was currently thinking black and pin.

Pale fingers inserted his purple contacts into his eyes. There were his favorite after all, and they matched his skinny jeans. Yes, they were purple. Pulling on a tight fitting black tee he zipped his hoody up over it pulling the cat ear adorned hood over his head. If anyone had a problem with the fact that it was a girls sweatshirt they could just go to hell for al he cared.

Pulling on a lime green hightop all star onto his right foot he returned to his closet with a yellow one for his left. Matching was for squares after all. A lot of things were for squares, matching shoes or socks were only one of them. And if you could see under his skinny jeans one would see the orange toe sock on his left foot and a pink knee high sock on his right.

Getting into his lime green punch buggy Dexter drove over to Crimson the local night club. A few drinks and some harmless flirting might make up for the lame week of classes. As he made it into the nightclub he wandered over to the bar and sat down next to someone with some interestingly colored hair. Ordering himself a beer he turned to his neighbor.

"Zex, and before you can ask, yes I am the sex."

[L.ithium]

Zildjian's pink concoction in a martini glass was certainly no beer, and the newcomer had caught him mid-sip as he joined him, so for a moment, our princess was unable to answer. From what he could see glancing sideways over the glass, though, this was an interesting character. As if he wasn't able to tell by the greeting.

After that brief moment setting down his glass, he looks over towards Zex more fully, a dangling silver star earring catching the light as he turned. His eyes appeared oddly intense in his study of the boy now sitting beside him, but that effect was often an illusion due to the two different colors of his eyes. And Zex's eyes... what a shock! Violet, weren't they? Was it just the light of the club turning blue eyes purple? And such vivid colors in his clothes... they were hard to make out exactly which hues in this crimson light, but he could tell his companion was wearing a whole rainbow of them. Bold. Nearly as bold as his own artistically torn fishnet shirt, that had black fur as trim at the collar.

"That's impossible, darling," he drawls in a distinct English accent, voice very similar to a purr. "Because I am the sex."

Teasing, by the look on his face. For the time being, he withholds his name. It was a little test of how interested his male companions were. If they really wanted to know who he was... they'd ask. Playing it safe and not talking to strangers had nothing to do with it.

[D E M]

"Is that so? Dexter jested a smile on his face. Dexter was an interesting character, one could never tell exactly what was on his mind, or just how long it would stay that way. Maybe it was the ADHD speaking, or maybe it was just the way his brain worked, either way, one could never be sure exactly what the teenagers goal was. No, he was not some cunning little bitch keen on manipulating what he wanted out of people. That was certainly not an accurate description. No, much more accurate was, well, even he wasn't sure. But fact of the matter was, one minute he could be flirting with someone and the next ask to be their best friend in an innocent kindergartener kind of way.

It was all part of his charm. Something that a lot of people did not appreciate. Sure, some people thought he was cute in the way an adult might look at an infant in a stroller, some thought that he was attractive and were amused by his antics, and even more thought he was a royal pain in the ass and did not appreciate him informing them that their fathers really sucked in bed. That was what had landed him trapped inside his own locker during his senior year in highschool. Damn the fact that he could still fit in one. That was however, kind of Dexter's signature and he had used the line more then once. Obviously not to the same person, that would have depleted the whole point.

Dex moved a hand up to ruffle his hair before remembering that it was covered by a hood. Instead he shifted the direction of his hand to fiddle with the cloth ear upon his head. He took a long swig from the bottle infront of him. It wasn’t really his favorite drink. He was actually addicted to yoohoo, but somehow he didn't think the bar stocked that. "So, where do you hail from?"

[L.ithium]

Zi was rather obviously looking him over, because every time his gaze shifted shiftly, there was something new and interesting about his new barstool neighbour. Cat ears on the hood of his jacket for instance. It was surprisingly... cute. He was also pleased to note that as best he could judge from the both of them sitting down, they looked about the same height. Same build, too, really. Skinny, some would say, but Zi preferred to call it slender. The look-over was blatant, but that just came with the package with this boy. He was never exactly discreet except when it came to things like table manners. His table manners were impeccable... flirting manners, not so much so.

"London, actually," Was the short answer. A transfer student, then. If he even was a student. Maybe he was a tourist instead. "It couldn't've been a better transfer. England was getting to be a real drag. I much prefer being a drive away from New York City..." So, a student, in fact.

Zi takes out a cigarette, but oddly considerately for one in a bar, questions before either lighting it or putting the pack away, "D'you smoke, Mr. Zex?" Awaiting an answer, he twirls his own between painted nails, each it's own shade of blue. Blue was Zi's favorite, along with pink. That's why his hair had been this neon-bright color since he was about 17. Two-colored eyes flicker from the counter, back up to his companion's gaze. "And I should ask the same of you. Regarding where you 'hail' from, to be precise."

[D E M]

London. That was in England. And that was about as far at Dexter's geography knowledge went. Alright, maybe a little farther, but maps had never gotten along with the college student no matter what grade he was in. He also kind of sucked at placing accents. He would fake one every now and then, but well, he sucked at that too. Anyone would probably just find it extremely insulting if they heard him. Not that he really cared when he offended people. But that was besides the point. The only change in voice that he ever adopted was gus childish voice, and that was something he did quite well. But that was probably because he was actually four. That’s what his parents always told him anyway.

"Phoenix, though there aren't actually any phoenixes…" his voice trailed off at the end. It was true that none of these birds actually lived in Arizona. But it was also true that none of these birds lived anywhere except perhaps inside a Harry Potter novel. Dexter liked Harry Potter, he paticularly liked the owl post, but that really wasn't the point. He just wasn't very good at staying on point.

He really didn't feel the need to elaborate on the fact that he was a student. There was no way he could pass for anything but. Forget that, he could just as easily pass as a highschool student then someone in college. Paticularly with the way he dressed people would probably assume that he was in highschool. And not a senior either.

[L.ithium]

Zi gives his new friend a bit of a strange look. Phoenixes? Wasn't that part of a Harry Potter book? Zi had never been a fan of true reading, Harry Potter or Twilight or Stephen King or anything else. He loved magazines and manga. So many gorgeous images to look at. So many advertisements and interesting tips on clothing and makeup and celebrity gossip. It was a pity he didn't have a lick of artistic or design talent in him, or he'd major in photography or graphic design for sure. Work for a magazine. Take or edit photos of beautiful people. That had to be the next best thing to actually being in a magazine, right?

Zi then realises in the pause that his inquiry regarding cigarettes was never answered. Probably just as well. He wasn't exactly terribly familar with American law, and feared that he may give a smoke to someone who was underage if he wasn't careful. He wasn't too clear on what underage meant in the States. Instead, he just lights his own smoke, the brief flame of a very silver glitter-coated lighter briefly illuminating a quite fantastic makeup job (if he does say so himself). His eyelids were at their inner corners nearly as silver and glittering as the lighter, and mudged artistically into a deep charcoal color at the outer corners. His color choices were unusually neutral tonight; the brightest things on him were his hair and brilliant red platform boots.

He slowly takes a calculated drag on the cigarette. Zi had an odd ability to make a totally unhealthy habit look graceful... sexy, even. "What's your major, then? It must not be the same as mine, or I'd have seen you around... or perhaps you recently transferred...?" Curious. And not hiding it. He'd shifted body position so that he was angled toward his neighbour, leaning against the bar in a manner that brought them slightly closer... but still, he didn't give a name. Not yet. He had the patience to still play that game, at least.