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Bomb scanned over the room of people yelling and dancing, he was just a little overwhelmed, only a little, by the loud music and sheer amount of people within the large room but he tried to stay mentally present and focused as Knife as he tried to explain exactly what they were going to do, he had to yell to be heard over the music but it was clear he was trying to keep his voice down with very little success and Paper giggled every so often, not even attempting to hide it with the loud music overpowering almost every sound made. Bomb was slightly worried; Knife had a reputation for stunts like this and there were rumours of Paper's involvement but Bomb? He had never even thought about stealing from anyone but here he was, about to steal anywhere from 5 dollars to well over 100 and it was making him incredibly nervous. Still, he tried not to focus on that and instead directed his thoughts on how much he could help his friends if he succeeded, maybe they’d get enough money that Knife could move into a better living situation since his current apartment was… not the best. Knife suddenly pointed at him.
"Pick!"
"Uh! Wh-what?" Bomb jumped back in his seat, his face heating up from either shock or embarrassment.
"Choose someone!" Knife loudly clarified, gesturing around the room at all the attendees, Bomb once again looked across the crowd and his gaze landed on a taller man with ginger hair, a little difficult to see through all the people but easily noticeable wearing a much brighter suit than many of the other guests.
"That g-g-guy! O-o-o-orange s-suit" He pointed in the general direction, Knife turned around to look and gave an approving nod, he then looked to Paper but Bomb was too focused on watching his chosen target to listen; he was actually quite attractive, he was laughing at something, his head was titled forward a little as he laughed into the back of his wrist for a few seconds before straightening his posture and continuing whatever conversation he was having, Bomb found his cheeks growing quite warm again as he continued to watch. He was snapped back into reality when Knife sharply called his name, the group of three discussed their strategies for a few more minutes before standing up and walking to their respective targets, Bomb was just wondering how Knife and Paper already knew the names of everyone here; they had probably actually done some research in preparation while Bomb had been randomly invited yesterday and decided just to wing it. He walked over to the taller man who was talking tall woman with green hair, tied into four buns, OJ noticed Bomb and flinched then quickly turned to face him with wide eyes.
“Hello!?” He called over the music, confusion and surprise still clear in his voice despite barely being heard over the music.
“H-h-hi, I- um- saw y-y-y-you and I th-th-th-think you’re r-r-r-really p-p-p-pr-pretty, or h-h-handsome! Whatever y-y-y-you prefer… Uhhh, w-w-want to dance?” Bomb wanted to slap himself, that was so bad! The man chuckled slightly and sighed; his face seemed a little redder than earlier, but Bomb was sure he was just imagining it.
“Can't say no to chance to dance to Rasputin.” He smiled and held out his hand, which Bomb took, and then he turned to the girl he was talking to “We can talk later?” she nodded.
“See you later!” She waved and then sent Bomb a slight smirk that he could not figure out the meaning of
“Bye Clover” the girl skipped off and the taller man turned back to Bomb and then took him over to the dance floor, their horrible dancing began and Bomb couldn’t help but laugh; the number of times they stepped on each other feet would probably be considered a crime by the other people in the room but he was having so much fun that he couldn’t find it in himself to care, the man was laughing loudly and smiling brightly at Bomb.
Ra-ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
As they danced the taller tripped over his own feet and landed on someone behind him, who yelled a sharp "Hey!" at him as they harshly shoved him away, he stumbled into someone else and their heads collided, this person was considerably kinder but lost interest in making sure the other was okay them moment he found his way to Bomb. He leaned on Bomb as they started walking off the dance floor, Bomb realized how easily he could steal something, this guy seemed quite preoccupied with being in pain to notice something missing from his pockets, Bomb could do it so easily. He didn’t. They made it to an empty table where he helped the guy sit down and watched as he held his head in his hands and groaned a little anytime the music or crowd grew in volume.
“I’ll g-g-g-get you a d-d-drink! I promise n-n-not t-t-to spike i-it” Bomb tried to joke but he decided it was a bad joke and quickly apologised.
“Someone tried to spike my drink once, or that's what Pickle said when I got back from the bathroom” The guy pointed to two girls, Bomb wasn’t too sure if he meant the girl in black or the girl in white, but it didn’t matter right now, it was more important to focus on what was happening in this very moment.
“I’ll g-g-g-go g-get you that d-d-drink”
OJ drew in a sharp breath as another nauseating wave of pain overwhelmed him and he squeezed his head slightly, he wondered when that other guy was going to get back with that drink (hopefully it wasn’t anything alcoholic), that guy was kinda hot. OJ felt his face grow hot again and a smile appeared on his face, he was sure the guy was probably just trying to get some money out of him, but he was so nice that OJ thought he could just ignore that very likely possibility for tonight and have some fun. OJ will admit he got a bit of a fright when the shorter man had suddenly appeared next to him and he might have only accepted the dance because he had called him pretty, OJ was not a stranger to compliments but he had never been called pretty before; Hot, handsome, cute, and even smart but pretty? That was a new one, a very welcomed new one. Sudden screaming of lyrics pulled OJ from his thoughts and he clutched his head in pain as his headache flared back up, it felt like someone was holding and squeezing his brain into a bloody mush.
“I’m b-b-b-back!” he looked over to see the hot guy running back over “s-s-s-s-sorry I took s-s-s-so l-l-l-l-long, I was g-g-g-g-going to get you just w-w-w-water but then I r-r-r-remembered that this p-p-p-place does milkshakes so I g-g-g-g-got you one of those as-a-a-as-aswell” he placed a glass of water and metal milkshake cup on the table “i-i-i-it’s lime”
"Thanks" OJ mumbled as he slowly sipped the water, trying to will his headache away.
“B-b-b-by the way, wh-wh-wh-whats your n-name?” OJ almost spit his water out.
“My name!?” OJ’s smile grew as he realized that this guy couldn’t have been trying to get money out of him if he didn’t even know who he was, this guy really thought OJ was pretty. “Call me OJ” the guy smiled at him.
“B-bomb” Bomb said as he gestured to himself.
“Can I have your number?” the music quieted just in time so OJ could hear the sharp breath Bomb took before the new song started up.
“Yeah! I-I-I’ll put it in” OJ handed Bomb his phone and Bomb put himself in OJ’s contacts then handed the phone back, OJ sent a text.
Hi :)
Hello :D
OJ giggled and looked up at Bomb to see him staring at the dancefloor, he looked over (a bit too fast for his head's liking) and saw nothing but there was no way Bomb was that fixated on nothing. "Are you okay?"
"I think I s-saw T-T-Taco."
"Taco? Are you sure?" When Bomb nodded OJ stood up quickly, almost falling with his chair and making his headache so much worse, he needed to find Pickle.