Finders Keepers [Pan]

[pax harlow]

The night started off at The Gateway. The young metamorpher definitely enjoyed partyin’, downing shots like they were water, teasing his friend, Pan, still for being boring and royally embarrassing her with his awful beautiful dancing.
Pax was glad they were just hitting the party scene together- no trying to hook up with others- just two best friends having a real good time. God knew Pan needed it. Pax hadn’t been seeing her the whole time for the past few of months but he’d heard enough to know that she seemed less of the Pan he knew her as. And by less Pan, he meant less; reckless, fun and just, free. Yes, he teased her for having being ‘tamed’ by her Redferne boyfriend and in his view, if Pan was really honest with herself? She’d see his point. Then again, maybe in the end she did see his point? Because recently she ended up breaking up with the said boyfriend- who she had said she loved a number of times. It was probably a bit self-centred of Pax to think he’d have such an influence and effect on what his best friend decided to do with her life…but he did maybe feel a teeny bit bad for sticking his nose in her business and maybe making her second guess things. But…he just wanted the best for her.
Which was exactly why he knew he’d be damned and a god-awful friend if he didn’t take her out so she could just lose herself and live a little after all the shit that had been going on.
The young sorcerer steadied himself with the drinking at this stage- they still had a couple of places to hit so he’d have been completely screwed if he got bladdered too soon. Pax definitely got why The Gateway was a popular place for teens and had a really good vibe, which was probably why they stayed there for a good couple of hours before they left to check out the scene at Whispers.

Upon entering the nightclub the first thing Pax did was head to the bar to get drinks for the pair of them because he was an oh so lovely gent like that, yep. Then, the two of them spent hours just dancing, drinking and laughing, y’ know? The music wasn’t too bad, despite being dance floor music because it just…fit? Plus, the more he drank, the less he really cared about the club’s music.
The teen was actually having a decent time until some random geezer bumped into him. Now, usually it wouldn’t be a big deal for Pax but the wanker turned around and tried to make out that it was Pax’s fault which really wasn’t fucking on. Pax was a reasonable fella really and he did try to settle it calmly but the prick who bumped into him was clearly fucking retarded and that fact plus being wasted? Well, he definitely wasn’t being reasonable. Shouting his mouth off and trying to start shit and telling Pax to ‘fucking apologize’ for something that wasn’t even his doing. If that alone hadn’t angered the young metamorpher off (which it did), the prick then pushed him. Actually pushed him.

Pax himself wasn’t exactly sober which is probably why he didn’t consider what race he was and any possible consequences, but really? Pax was too pissed to care and yes, he guessed he did get a tad bit aggressive- the words that fell from his mouth in response to the twat really weren’t something he was particularly proud of. Apparently, the geezer wasn’t any ‘big-shot’ race because when Pax shoved the guy back- twice as hard- he caused the guy to stumble backwards, trip over and smack his head on the ground. Of which Pax would swear to god wasn’t even entirely his fault- the guy was so out of it he could barely stand without toppling over anyway.
But that just so happened to be the moment Whispers’ bouncer came on scene. Perfect fucking timing, right? Clearly he jumped to conclusions and again, Pax tried to be reasonable but the bouncer was only going by what he saw and took Pax’s ‘back chat’ as a rude and that Pax was ‘displaying an aggressive’ attitude so, he was asked to leave. Fucking prick. Aggressive attitude? Aggressive attitude?! Where the fuck was he when the wanker on the ground started on him? Seriously.

Despite being pissed, Pax cooperated with the bouncer because you know what? Whispers wasn’t an all great place anyway and what just happened completely and utterly killed the vibe for him. Like, how could you have a good time after something like that?
The one thing the teen was slightly concerned about however was the fact that he didn’t want to ruin it for his best friend. So, with the bouncer trying to get Pax to leave, he told Pan that she should stay if she really wanted to and they could meet later at The Vortex. The sorceress was definitely a lady that could handle herself so he didn’t really worry too much over the idea of leaving her in the joint. Though he had hoped however, that’d she’d choose to leave with him because yeah, too much of a bad vibe ‘round this joint and well, The Vortex was a much better place anyway.
His reckless friend in the end had decided to leave with him as he was being ushered out by the bouncer- of which Pax assured that if he fucking touch him he’d curse the shit out of him (even though, he wasn’t the most experienced with curses).

When they left Whispers, they hit The Vortex. Now talk about gooooood vibes. The Vortex compared to the previous two places? It was electric. Pax had been here a couple of times since he arrived in Northvale and it was pretty safe to say that it was probably his favourite place, alongside The Four Horsemen pub- of which he now worked at.
He was getting pretty seriously wankered by the stage that Pan had got up on the bar- joining the barmaids and doing some like…seriously hot under the collar dancing with a really hot pink-haired barmaid. Even Pax had to admit it.
After the whole dancing erotically on the bar, Pan was actually approached by the bar manager offering her a job. Pax didn’t really catch what was said and what happened completely, but he still took the piss out of her a little- in a completely loving way, of course.

It was pretty late or, well, early when the two teens had left The Vortex due to the fact the scene was starting to die a little and as he was walking down the main street of Northvale City, he was in a pretty damn good mood despite what happened earlier.
He was in such a good mood, that, whilst walking backwards so that he could face Pan- he gave he a cheesy grin “Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ‘till we see the sun, I know we’ve only met but let’s pretend it’s love-” Pax sang closed his eyes and over-dramatically put a fist over his chest, in a corny, sappy boyband member way.
“And never, never, never stop for anyone.” Pax chuckled lightly, then peeked open his eyes. Was he embarrassed to sing the One Direction song? Yes. Maybe. Kinda. No. He wasn't one hundred percent sure. Like, they weren't that bad, y'know? Their songs were catchy ok.
“Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re- oh shit” He stumbled backwards as his feet went off a curb, causing his heart to have a little freak out as he caught himself and somehow managed to regain his balance.
“No gonna lie. I think I just had a mini-heart attack there.” The sorcerer put his hand over his chest for a moment then, feeling his rapid heartbeat against the palm of his hand. Though, even though he was pretty traumatized, he supposed his reaction was probably priceless.

Originally, Pax was pretty sure the pan was to go back home but at the moment, he looked around properly and where they were and there- a little up the street- was The Four Horsemen. “You ever been to The Four Horsemen before?” The metamorpher asked with a nod in the direction towards the pub.
“I recently got a job there and my mum knows the owner or some shit…fancy checkin’ if it’s still open?”

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Tagged: Pan!
Words: 1,413
Notes: lah dee dah dee dah
Song Credit: "Nasty Habits" - You Me At Six
Coding by Toffoes~

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[pandora evelyn hearth]

She needed this. Oh God, did she need this. It felt weird, the amount of emotions that swirled around her mind, but the one she pinned down the most was this sense of freedom. There was no one to answer to. No one to be ashamed of her actions. For the first time in a long time, she could do things for her. Not having to worry about it annoying a guy and feeling their disappointment in her. No. Pandora Hearth was free from all that shit - and yeah, she was saddened a little that her relationship had ended. Who wouldn’t be? But that feeling soon started to fade as the vodka began to mix with her blood. If it was one thing alcohol was best at, it was numbing any pain you felt.

They’d started off at the Gateway. It felt good to be in here and drinking instead of working like she used to be nowadays. The witch was actually shocked that she didn’t even fucking drink in the bar anymore. Pax - although she hated to admit it - had actually been kind of right. Who knew, eh? She wouldn’t say she’d been tamed per se, but she had changed. Her nights had been spent indoors listening to music and, well, she was ready to find that reckless girl inside of her again. The one that partied. She was seventeen  years of age - this is what she was meant to be doing.

As she danced with her friend- well, she danced. Whatever Pax was doing.. she didn’t know but it couldn’t be classified as dancing. With a trademark rolling of the eyes, Pandora continued to dance with her friend. After a couple more shots she wouldn’t care about the atrocity of her friend’s dancing anyway. She could just let her body move to the music. The band were rather good tonight, it helped.

They headed to the next place after a while. As they were walking down the street, Pandora went to check the time before realising, why the fuck should she? It wasn’t as if she had to be home by a certain time or there was someone to impress. Well. She lied. There was someone to impress. It just so happened to be the guy that was with her. It had really fucking pissed her off when he said she was no longer reckless. Why? Maybe because it was a little bit true. She’d been starting to think of the consequences of her actions and that wasn’t her. She was the type of girl that lived each day like the next will never come - that thought making the witch start humming ‘criminal’ by Fiona Apple. It was a good song, okay?

Upon entering the club Pan was insulted by the sound of club music on her ears. She hated it, she really did. Music should be about instruments. A guitar, a bass and drums. Maybe a piano and strings thrown in. Or even brass. But whatever shit they produced on a computer nowadays wasn’t true music. Most of the artists couldn’t even sing. It was just distorted mess that had been put over an electronic sound. But, rant over, she put up with the music, took the drink her friend had brought for her - such a lovely guy he was - and danced.

If it was one thing she loved it was the dancing. Feeling hot bodies pressed up against her own. All just responding to the music and the energy of the place. She even glanced to Pax to see that his dancing wasn’t oh so bad anymore. It still wasn’t great - and it wasn’t a patch on hers - but it was considered acceptable at least. Or she was just so drunk she just wasn’t registering that it was terrible. With a laugh, she decided it was the latter.

Their great run came to an end as Pax actually ended up getting into a scuffle - great word that, scuffle - with a random guy. A grin formed on her features as the guy fell to the ground, he was a twat. But, Pax got the blame from the bouncer. And there was no way in fucking hell she would let him leave without her. As he was being ushered out she went with him. Bros before hoes, right? And anyway, she was getting bored of the club music. Was there any variety? It didn’t seem it. Every single song seemed the same. Thumping of a base line. That was about it.

The Vortex was different. As soon as Pan entered she felt like she was fifteen again when she had first entered New York City. The atmosphere was just fucking unbelievable. She danced and she drunk, her head tossing to the heavy metal that resonated throughout the joint. And that’s when her eyes landed on the bar. She grinned at Pax, one of those ‘I’m going to go and be reckless now’ grins. Getting up on the bar - and rather gracefully too for a girl who’d nearly lost all sense from alcohol and was wearing six inch heels. Her eyes landed on one of the barmaids and, woah, she was really fucking hot. Walking over, she began to dance. Her body pressed against the woman.

After a series of slut drops, grinding and just general dancing that should be considered illegal, Pan got off the bar to go back to her best friend. She was approached just as she reached him by the manager that ran the bar. When he offered her a job the witch was just.. well.. words couldn’t describe it. She gave him her number and said to call her when she was sober. Something told her that if she accepted, she would probably have forgotten in the morning. But wow, the prospect of doing that and getting paid for it. It seemed fun. It seemed reckless. She grinned. It seemed like her.

The world of Northvale didn’t seem to want to keep out with the two teenagers. Pan noticed that the place was dying down a little so she left with her friend. Stumbling out onto the street. The grin that was on her face vanished when Pax began to sing one direction. Oh God no. No, no, no, no, no. She was just about to hit him when his stumble caused a new change to the lyrics. “And live while we’re oh shit? Beautiful, Paxxy, absolutely beautiful!” she called out and walked over to him. She took his arm - to steady herself or to steady him she wasn’t so sure, maybe a bit of both - and gave him a ‘you’re an idiot’ look. “Aww, poor Flawless” she said in the best patronizing manner she could muster although her words were slightly slurred.

The alcohol in her system was just, well, overriding everything. So much so that when Pax said that they should check to see if another place was open that she nodded even though she really should have been heading home by this point. “Na, never been there before. Which means yes, we do need to check if it’s open” which might’ve been unlikely but then again, in this town, did everything truly shut? When you had vampires out until the sun rose, you could party all night. She knew she’d hate herself when she woke up at whatever time that would be, but frankly, she didn’t actually give a shit. That was then, this was now. And anyway, she had a point to prove. She was still Reckless.H

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Outfit: Clicky
Tagged: Pax!
Words: 1274
Notes: lah dee dah dee dah
Song Credit: "Revelry" – Kings of Leon
~Coding by Tof~

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