We're up all night to the sun [AU]

[shadows_have_offended]

Somewhere around eleven, Neil loses his shirt. He's not sure if he just took it off and left it somewhere, or if it got snatched off, or what happened, but he hasn't got it anymore, and it's going to make the inevitable walk home cold, but he doesn't care. He's drunk enough to not care, and the club is warm and close and wonderful.

He's been dancing for so long that he feels it in his thighs and his lower back, and it's a glorious sort of an ache. He's not ashamed that half of his drinks have been bought for him. Probably more since his shirt disappeared. Maybe he should slow down a little bit. But he's having fun. Glitter has ended up streaked on him, and he feels effervescent, glorious. Like one of the fairies from Shakespeare, but real.

He giggles to think about being a fairy. That's ironic, in a fun way.

Maybe he ought to switch to something without any alcohol in it for a little while.

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[i_am_a_lost_boy]

Peter had come to lose himself, and for too long had hung on the sidelines, ashamed of his own cowardice.

But he'd never been somewhere like this before, where all of this was-- was allowed. But after a couple of drinks he'd wandered out into the crowd, tried to forget what this place had done to him, and just tried to enjoy himself.

Which was how he ended up sort of tangled with another boy, shirtless and wild and covered in glitter.