The thump of the music could be heard from outside the club all the way down the street. It sounded almost like a heartbeat against the city sounds moving around them in the darkness. The group hadn't really changed their outfits much. Dirk had spiked his hair more since his was far from naturally spiked like Jake's, who somehow managed to get out of bed to look like he did every morning- much to Dirk's displeasure and pleasure. Everyone had included a jacket to their wardrobe though, it being late and fairly cool outside. Dirk kept silent mostly through the cab ride and now was smiling at they walked toward the source of the music. He had a passionate love for music in general, though it tended to stay more toward rap, he loved techno too. Jake grabbed his hand in his, following Roxy and Jane going into the crowded club. People jumping with the time of the music, neon lights flashed everywhere. Even the dance floor that was obscured by legs was flashing in time with the music. There wasn't just one place to look and Dirk's head whipped around to look above him at a cage where a girl blew him a kiss. All sorts of couples were there, tattoos brandished and piercings in places he wouldn't want to even dream of putting metal in.

Roxy was yelling over the music they should get drinks first and he pretended to forget about her agreement to stay sober. They needed this- to mingle and be around people besides just each other. Dirk followed her and his eyes widened at the sight of the bartender setting aflame a tall glass of neon orange drink. He grinned, "I think I know what I'm drinking!" He called out to anyone in particular. Jake had let go of his hand, telling him he was going to go get something called an 'Emerald Zombie'. The music did pulse and thus did everything else- including in the corner where a few people were smoking and laughing loudly instead of dancing. Jake had already knocked back two shot glasses worth of something called Taurus 450 after downing Emerald Zombie and received cheers from people they didn't even know. Roxy was beside him suddenly and held up her glass to show him it was ginger ale. "Proud of you!" He yelled and she nodded with a grin, looking around before pointing at a man on the dance floor who looked a bit lost. "That's him!" She yelled back and Dirk gestured with his head, "Well go get him, foxy!" Roxy pecked him on the jaw before running up to him, the man looking physically relieved to see her there. Jane and 'James' had gone off into a more private area- and by that, meant a darker are where Jake would have been dubbing their actions clearly as 'snogging'.

Dirk stayed by the bar, drinking the flaming drink first and not caring for it. It tasted like charcoal and went for more fruity drinks, ignoring all the things he'd seen in his life that told him never to mix his alcohol. He drank down Hurricanes, Mango Blasts, and started to see a bit of double before he cut himself off. By this time Jake was still with his new found friends but had moved on to other, stronger beverages. There was a presence by Dirk's shoulder and he glanced up at another man. "Hey, stranger. Come here often?" Dirk glanced behind him to see if he was talking to someone else before shrugging, "First time, you?" He knew pick-up line when he heard one, but the alcohol was making him a bit… tipsy. Plus the new comer was handsome with dark hair and dark eyes will an air of confidence to him that made Dirk look up and keep his gaze locked. "A good amount. This place is pretty great huh?" Dirk nodded, sipping out of his glass again as the other man drank out of his whiskey glass. "Pretty cool. I like the neon everywhere." He gestured around and peered at Jake who was laughing his ass off at something now. "I'm Nathanial, go by Nathan around here though." The dark haired man offered his hand and Dirk took it, "Dirk. Nice to meet you." Nathan smiled at the other before letting the bartender refill his glass, "You dance?" Dirk again looked at Jake one last time- who had clearly forgotten about him since coming into the club. "Yeah, actually." Nathan left his glass on the bar, walking off towards the dance floor. He looked back at him and Dirk followed.

They danced together, Dirk forgetting himself entirely as he had his back to Nathan. They grinded and Dirk found his hand on the back of Nathan's neck, other hand on Nathan's thigh, his back flush against Nathan's chest, ass again Nathan's crotch. Nathan's hands were on his hips, guiding them to move with his own with the song's tones. Dirk leaned his head back, a voice in the back of his head asking him what the fuck he was doing with someone that was clearly not Jake in a place that he should have been very uncomfortable with. The alcohol burned through his veins and he looked up to see if perhaps… Jake was getting jealous. The drunk part of him wanted Jake to come over and tell Nathan to step off, the sober part of him wanted to go home and sleep off the haze. He looked up to see Jake flirting with the bartender girl, talking wildly with a flail of his hands at times. Dirk stopped dancing with Nathanial, stepping away before kissing him on the cheek, "Thanks for the dance, but Cinderella has a shoe to catch."

If he had been sober, he would have smacked himself for that line. He turned away before seeing Nathan's face or reaction. Dirk walked toward Jake, the music had taken a calmer- yet still loud enough to deafen someone for a while- note and he could hear him.

"Dirk has these rape fantasies about being drugged up and letting someone have their way with him! Heard him talking about it in his sleep I did! He's a sick bastard- I can't even understand it! But I still let him fuck me when he wants to- ya know- because I'm nice and all-"

Dirk swallowed between the hiccups and slurs from Jake, turning him around by the shoulder, "What the hell are you doing?!"

He blinked at Dirk before removing Dirk's hand from his shoulder, "Noth'in! What are you doing?"

Dirk shook his head, "Nothing?! You were just talking about our sex lives to a bunch of strangers!" As if on command, a woman grabbed a handful of Dirk's behind and asked in passing if it really was ten inches. He growled at him, "Jesus fucking Christ, Jake. What the fuck-"

Jake talked over his voice, "OH bugger off! You're so bitchy, Dirk. Bitch bitch bitch… All you do. Ever since those depression meds you been so much a dud- like you never wanna go out- and you're always complaining- god why do I even bother with you-" He hiccupped with a loopy grin, "Only jo'kin. I love you. Even if you are so bitchy and… and…" Dirk hadn't been laughing this entire time, Roxy had walked up beside a rigid Dirk and Jane had James in hand coming toward them. "You know all that meds is sugar pills. Youu- You don't have a damn thing wrong with you- fakkkkking it. Faking it all huh? Like how did you get them to agree to the meds anyway- causue it totally isn't worth it for sugar bills- I mean pills…" He hiccupped, falling on Dirk who pushed him away from him where Jake leaned on his hand, "Dirrrkkkkk- come on, you're being a littls bitch… bitch is a funny word…"

Roxy had her hand over her mouth and shook her head, "Dirk, he's drunk- he doesn't mean any of what he just said." Dirk had never been so tight lipped, "Just take him home." Was all the said, and Jake stuck out his tongue at him, "you don't even have depression you wanker, you're making- it up-" He hiccupped and Jane grabbed him before he went face first into the club's dirty floor. "Dirk Dirk Dirkkkkkkkkkk-" Jake mumbled, and tried to kiss him before once again Dirk pushed him away, "Why are you being so meannn…" he whined and Dirk finally snapped.

"Get the fuck off me, Jake! You act like I don't have feelings-like I'm-m some kind of fucking ROBOT!" He screamed at Jake, "Well, you're fucking wrong. You think I'm faking my meds? Watch me without them!" He searched in his pocket for half a second for the little portable pill case before throwing it at Jake's chest. "Fuck you, Jake. Fuck you." It was more emotion than Jane or Jake had seen from him. Roxy frowned knowing it took him a long time to get this angry at Jake, reaching out her hand before he pulled away from her. "All of you just go the fuck home. I'll find my own way back."

It wasn't the sense that Jake was drunk or that he was spilling every bit of private information between them that Dirk had ever shared with him. Dirk felt like he betrayed him by far. It was that Jake knew what he was saying. They said that drunks were the most honest people in the world… It was the fact that Jake thought all that about him, and more… and… Dirk swallowed, pushing through the crowd away from them with Roxy calling after him. She shook her head, turning to look at Jake to give him a tongue lashing but found him passed out quite literally on Jane- who was struggling to hold up the taller man. They dragged him out to a cab, Roxy looking back at the club. "Maybe I should stay and look for him." She said to Jane as they got Jake into the car. "I want to go look for him too but I can't get Jake up to the apartment by myself." She was biting at her nails, looking back at the club too. "Damn- soon as Jake is in bed I'll come back and look for him." Roxy lamented before climbing into the cab as well. "Do you think he meant any of that?" Jane shook her head, "No… I think he was stupidly drunk and took out his frustrations in all the wrong ways…" Roxy swallowed, pushing Jake's hair out of his face. "Do I act like that?" The other girl winced before shrugging, not really wanting to admit it to her, "Maybe at times but not this bad." The paler frowned, "Dirk was right." Jane asked about what and Roxy looked outside the window, "Everything. We shouldn't have gone out. And I'm better sober…"

xXx

Dirk was sitting on an upturned crate behind the club, head in his hands. The door opened and he looked up at who came through it. Nathanial raised his eyebrows, "You look upset." Dirk snorted, "Yeah, a bit." He didn't expound on the reason why before sighing, "My friends aren't exactly my friends." He came to that conclusion by a short thought process. If Jake felt like that, then Roxy and Jane probably did too. Nathan sat beside him on another crate, taking out his phone. "Wanna make them jealous that you're going to have more fun than they are?" Dirk brushed his hair back, looking at the phone in his hand before nodding, "Fuck yes." He growled the two words, doing the same pose with Nathan that he had once done with Jake. Snapping the picture before he sent it to himself, and then took out his own phone.

"Sending it to your friends?" Dirk only nodded, fingers hovering over the keyboard… wondering what he should say. 'Having more fun than you.' Just didn't cover it. He didn't feel like sending something rude like he could find anyone he wanted. He hated himself too much to put 'Some people appreciate good things.' But also felt vindictive enough to write, 'Break my heart once, shame on you. Break my heart twice, shame on me. –D' Deciding that was the chosen attached saying, he sent it. It was poetic and it portrayed just what he wanted. Nathan acted like he hadn't seen it. He offered him a flask, "Let's go inside and party, Dirk. It'll take your mind off your friends." Dirk looked at the flask before nodding. He didn't have any friends outside of their now broken quartet and he'd be damned if he was going to go home to deal with a drunk Jake. He took the flask and downed a bit of it. It was strangely salty but shook his head after drinking it. It was powerful stuff, whatever it was, "Alright, come on," He said before heading back inside the club.

xXx

Roxy laid Jake down on the bed while Jane got his feet. "He's going to feel like shit in the morning…" Jane nodded, "In multiple ways." The girls sighed before Roxy checked her phone battery, "I'm going to go back to the club and look for him, okay? Stay with Jakey and make sure he doesn't choke or anything." Jane nodded, getting a bucket and a glass of water. "Be careful please!" She called after her for Roxy to hum back her answer. She wrapped her scarf around her tighter before leaving down the elevator that Dirk had recently fixed for their apartment floor. It was more of a lift in all honesty. It was a quick ride down, a call for a cab to the crowded outside of the club, and a flash of a smile to get inside. She walked in, biting her lip suddenly. James and Danny had left early for different reasons but now she was glad. All the drama was not good for new relationships… or old ones, for that matter. Roxy looked where she could before asking the bartender that had been helping Jake earlier.

"Hey! Hi! I'm looking for someone!" The bartender rolled her eyes, yelling over the music, "This isn't the movies, princess. I don't know every face that comes in here." Roxy pursed her lips, holding up her phone, "Just look, it's important. My… brother may do something stupid and you really don't want that on this establishments ground do you?" The bartender looked up, and Roxy smiled knowing she'd said the right thing. The other woman looked at the picture, "It's your lucky day. I do remember your 'brother'. He drank half the supply I had of vodka, paid and left with some guy so out of his mind he couldn't walk straight. Knocked over a couple people who nearly knocked the crap out of him. Kid he was leaving with said he was going to take him home now he didn't drive. Went out the back and out of my hair- Good enough for me." Roxy had wide eyes and bit her lip again, before saying thank you and hurrying back out the door. She called for him outside the back alleyways and hoped that she would find him at home. Roxy looked down at the sound of something plastic skidding across the alleyway ground when the edge of her boot hit it. Turning her phone light on, immediately she found Dirk's orange cased phone. "Oh no…" She whispered, picking up the slightly dirty case and seeing the picture. "Oh no."

xXx

He was cold. Freezing, actually. His eyelids were heavy and he felt… Holy Hell, he hurt… Dirk tried to blink his eyes open and saw blackness- the blood- he was naked too. He thought he was in the game for a moment, or one of his nightmares. The florescent lightning was nearly blinding him and he moved- the pain shooting through his back. He gasped, wincing and hearing ice clink around in water. He shielded his eyes, letting them adjust before- Oh my god, I'm in a tub of ice. Dirk swallowed, breath coming a bit fast- he was in so much pain he could barely think. He tried to grip the edge of the tub but couldn't manage it- nearly drowning himself as a consequence. "Hello?" His voice cracked, nausea setting in. "Is anyone out there!?" He couldn't panic now- he had to get out of this tub- had to- to- get help. The door had opened with a bang, interrupting his train of thought and nearly scaring him- more than he already was- shitless. The footsteps leading toward him made his heart freeze. Nathanial stood above him in medical scrubs.

"Good morning, Dirk." He whispered and Dirk's eyes dilated. Nathanial had done this- he'd… drugged him and done something else to him. "How's my new best boyfriend, huh?" Nathan smiled, coming closer to check things that Dirk was only now noticing he was strapped or connected to. "What did you do to me?" He croaked and Nathan hummed, "Oh… just removed your kidney. Don't worry though, it'll grow back." The other man grinned at him, "I wasn't kicked out of Harvard Medical for my ideas on stem cells but as you can see, you're just fine. This is the future, for Christ sake. You would think that they would accept a lifesaving technic. But they also got mad because I was using live test subjects but you know what I say to that? Without testing the product, we just can't figure out how we can push it until it breaks." He continued talking while Dirk looked around for some sort of weapon. He had enough crazy people in his lifetime and he'd be damned if he was going to let some bastard keep him captive- with or without his kidney.

"You know a kidney goes for over ten thousand dollars now days? And you were just so healthy. I felt you when we were dancing together- great moves by the way- that you were muscular, well defined, and so wonderfully good. Then when I got you home, oh my god! You just perfect! Above perfect health, your body had almost seven percent body fat. Were you military? You have calluses on your hand from sword fighting." Nathanial injected something into the IV line into Dirk's hand. It burned and Dirk nearly cried out. "You are such an enigma… No one else I've met is like you. It's like you were meant for me." He whispered the last part coming closer and smashing their mouths together.

Dirk tried to push him away by couldn't, Nathanial had him by the jaw- he tasted like blood. He coughed when Nathan pulled away. "I'm going to take good care of you, I promise." He whispered with a smile and brushed a hand through his hair, "I'll move you into your own special little room soon. Just a few more days on ice and I'll move you. You're just so handsome I can't wait to start a family with you- Oh, but not so fast. Much to do first." Dirk swallowed, looking up at him with fear as Nathan took some of the tools that were still laying around and put them a in case he'd brought in with him. His smile was so sickening, "Wouldn't want you to slit your wrists like the last few." He smiled at him and left out the door, turning off the lights now it was completely dark. "Don't worry Dirk, I'm going to take good care of you."