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Ashland, using the number that he was given, was able to get into contact with Allan right away. Hey, the kid had asked for him to get into contact as soon as he knew of a nearby party. Ash always knew about the best parties. He was dressed in skin-tight leather pants, a vest with sequins lining the hem of the shirt, hair spiked up, and thick boots that were party-proof. He had given Allan a place for them to meet up beforehand, so he could assess the damage and make sure that he was party ready.

The Fae reclined against the building under the flickering lights, a lit cigarette pinched between his fingers. Smoke swirled around his face, giving his already ethereal make-up a sinister, un-humanlike look.

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Allan was not a "party-goer". He would stay on the sidelines and keep quiet. He was what you would call a wallflower. With a quick run through his bleached hair he made his way outside. People stared at his oddly tattooed face but the only thing he could do was shrug it off.
A scarf was tightly wrapped around his neck, and his pea coat resisted nicely against the chill of the wind. He was quiet, and he felt kind of stupid to even go outside. His pants were black and skinny, and the bottoms wrapped around white, and very clean, Converse. He saw the familiar face of the Fae, and gave a wary smile. He didn't talk much to people, and friends were few when it came to this distant male.

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"So you did actually decide to show up," Ashland smirked, dropping his cigarette and stubbing it out.

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With a small chuckle, he nodded. "Yes.." He cooed gently, and moved forward with a gentle hop and skip, "I'm... dressed appropriately?" He questioned with a slight and insecure shrug.

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Ash looked him up and down, examining his outfit, "Yes, your pants will do. Those shoes might not stay white, though. You dressed up better than I expected."

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"I can always buy another pair of shoes." He suggested with a small grin, moving closer to the slightly taller man and gently hooking arms. "Are we off then?" He hummed, his right brow raising comically.

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"Why yes, I think we are all ready to party," Ashland smirked, not minding the casual contact.

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He kept quiet while they proceeded to walk to the location. He absently leaned into the other man and tilted his head to the side, "Do you do this often? Just invite random people to parties?" He whistled.

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"Mm, no. I typically meet someone at the party," Ash chuckled, bumping shoulders with him.

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"Someone at the party?" He repeated. With a gentle hum and tsk, he could only hope that the other stayed close by him and didn't ditch him for someone he deemed more worthy. "Where is this party?" He noted.

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"So many questions!" Ashland clucked his tongue and glanced at his companion, "It's out of the way. Better to keep out of sight from the cops."