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The chatter of the bar rings in his ears, accompanied with the clink of glasses.
Roblox sits at a table for two, mindlessly sipping whatever drink he had got. It's the colour of ruby and confusingly thin, the drink smooth in his mouth and on his lips.
He isn't sure why he's here in the first place, actually. The haze of alcohol makes it hard to differentiate what memories are from today and last week. Roblox isn't too big of a drinker, so maybe he was invited here by someone. It could be a colleague, but who does he know that drinks?
His eyes search around for any sign of someone he knows, but everyone's unrecognisable to his brain right now. Plus, even if someone he knew was in here, no-one's wearing their work clothes here.
Before he notices, his glass is already empty. The only clues that a drink was even in here is the pinkish hue that sits at the rim of it.
The strobing lights are more noticeable and, wow, that's a headache. Bright lights blare across the place, dimming for a few moments and coming back as bright as before right after.
Thump, goes his head.
It's like there's a mini heart in his head. It thumps again, rocking against his skull. Roblox lets out a wince, sounding more like a squeak than he'd — sober Roblox, if you didn't know — like it to be.
Then, all of the lights go darker than normal. He panics, but not another soul looks afraid. Instead, their focuses are on a stage, which is just as dim as everywhere else. What's so special about the stage, he thinks to himself even if it's phrased more like a statement instead of a question.
A single light that's not colourful (to his surprise) shines a spotlight on the stage, and he can remember why he's here in the first place. Shedletsky had invited him to this place and said, what he recalls is probably not the exact words, 'watch the show'. What the show is.. still not very apparent to Roblox.
The spotlight shows someone, who's talking into a microphone and booms across the entire room. What they say is quick, but it's enough to get everyone cheering and clapping, and so Roblox joins the applause.
What happens on stage is something Roblox could not, for the life of him, describe.
He subconsciously follows whatever everyone else is doing, clapping when others do. He's focused on something he doesn't know, until someone walks on stage and wow they're pretty.
Roblox rubs his eyes and pinches himself, because he probably fell asleep because the person he's looking at is unbelievably pretty. He's moonstruck or lovestruck or whatever can describe the feeling in his chest right now.
It's painful and it's overwhelming but he can't get enough of it.
The person looks directly at Roblox and waves.
They wave at Roblox.
They wave at Roblox.
He takes a moment to think and wow he feels all his blood rushing to his face. They look nice. They look really nice. He's dead. This is heaven, maybe.
Apparently, they're the last person, because he can hear 'that's it' from the.. 'host' if that's what the announcer is called. The person, who he should really learn the name of, walks to his table and sits opposite him.
"Hey, Rox!" They exclaim, with a wink. "Did you like the show?"
Rox.. He knows that nickname. Who's called him that? He's too busy thinking too the point they wave their hand in front of his face. "Earth to Rox?" They say, cutting him out of his trance.
He blinks. Didn't he come here with Shedletsky? "Joh—" A hand covers his mouth, muffling the last letter. "Shh! Don't reveal my identity! I had to learn how to apply these lashes by myself!" He.. She.. er, Shedletsky grits his.. her.. teeth.
After a second, Shedletsky uncovers Roblox's mouth. "Then what do I call you? You won't let me call you—" The other narrows (let's settle for) their eyes. Roblox makes a dismissive motion. "If you won't let me call you that, what can I call you?"
They hum. "Did you not hear? Son of Sevenless, I think the name's fun."
Roblox should really listen next time.
"That's.. nice," He mutters under his breath. "Wait, where'd you even get a dress?" Roblox stares at their face and not at their very, very nice lips. He wonders if they taste like anything. They smile. "A magician never reveals their secrets."
When Roblox gets home (thank god that Sevenless didn't drink), he kicks his shoes off and gets to the bedroom in record time.
Roblox is not gay. He's pretty firm in his sexuality, but the new hobby (not new, Shedletsky told him that they've been doing this since 2017) that John's picked up is making him question it a little.
When he wakes up, he's going to have the worst hangover and the worst sexuality crisis.