Stark Nightclub. One o'clock in the morning. People were coming in and out, either giggling or crying. All seems in place, lights were flashing at the double doors leading into the mediocre club, the bouncers looking sullen and open for any bribe. Quite normal, most would suspect...

Until they looked at one of the people waiting in the short line to get in.

This particular person was, quite frankly, eye-meltingly attractive. A square-shaped face with well proportioned lips, light brown eyes, and close to pitch black hair, which was mussed as if he had been woken from sleep. To tell the truth, he wish that had been the case. Yet this wilder and uncaring look made him seem all the more magnetic, his eyes nearly closing in tiredness. Honestly he hadn't been sleeping well at all lately. And the fact that he had gotten such an urgent call this night, which was the only night he could really get some rest, didn't help much.

He was standing still, his hands clasped gently infront of him, and he was still wearing his priest robes. Father Dominic was what he was called at his church, and he answered to it after work hours as well. He hadn't even had a chance to get in to his pyjamas when his cell phone had rang shrilly. A panicked female voice was on the other line, telling him her son was at some nightclub, but that she was deathly worried and needed Dominic to get him back. Apparently her son had been doing drugs and had called earlier, declaring he was never going home because he had just made an appointment with God.

Naturally Dominic felt concerned and left his home immediately to find himself waiting in line to a sleezy nightclub while dreaming about what it was like to sleep peacefully at this hour. The line was short, but was slow, and Dominic's impatience to get in made him edge forward slightly. It hadn't moved in twenty minutes.

It was going to be a long night.

It really was going to be a long night.

On some level, after licking lime and salt off a girl's neck, the pretty muse had relised his life was going nowhere, served no real purpose in the grand scheme of things and was one photo shoot after another, one girl after the next or the constant fear of gaining weight.

But that was awful close to deep thinking, so Adonis is grinning, thinking about how good a sammich would be right about now.
Hey, there's a rabbi? Or pope or something, some religeouse figure with lots of holy fury and non-broken spirits.

Man, that is such a cool robe-thing. - that's the first thought the muse has, rather chilled in his stone-washed jeans running on the tight side and pacman-shirt that's a little too small. Those violet orbs make up for the lack of fasion sense, and his shaggy black hair is falling in his eyes like he's been licking citric acid off girls all night.

I wish I had a sandwhich. Getting there...

What's he doing here? By now he's standing right beside Dominic, cocking his head to the side.

The line had moved a bit, and as was ingrained custom, people edged forwards slowly, Dominic among them. His priest robes were the old fashioned kind, which was to say that it was tailored black trousers, a long sleeved button bown no-collar dress shirt, his white priest's collar, and a kind of jacket cloak over all of this. The jacket was buttoned all the way up, though the buttons stopped at his black leather belt, and then was open, showing his legs and shoes. It also made as a strange kind of cape when he walked swiftly.

Dominic, when he was out of his priest robes, felt utterly lost as to what fashion intails. He usually just wore unnoticeable clothing in muted colors and not always fitting sizes. He was really at home in those humble black clothes.

He sighed softly as the line seemed to stop, hopefully not for another twenty minutes. Then he seemed to notice someone at his side, near his left elbow. He turned and saw someone, that he had to admit, was quite breathtaking. He fought the temptation to look over him entirely, and simply gave the stranger a somewhat lopsided smile and a curt nod.

"Hello." He said simply, wondering if this individual was trying to get in ahead of the line. He wouldn't have minded letting him in, if that be the case. What was one more person ahead of him anyways?

This is tonight's second stop, bringing him in late and at the end of the crowd, standing with the priest gives him a better spot in line.

His classic face is an odd display of emotion--brow furrowed because half of him still wonders why the hell a priest is here, and a grin because Adonis never passes up a oppertunity to show of his smile.

"Hi." Your majesty? Mr. Holyness? Senoir Padre? Just plain 'Hi' will have to do since he can't settle on a formal title and hasn't worked out an easy-to-remember nickname for the man.
But he's still smiling with the same lips as on a Crest billboard and adult's club advertisment. He's never met a man of the church before, it really is fascinating.

Dominic feels slightly uncomfortable with the grin he's being presented with at the moment. It is incredibly perfect, to say the least, and yet utterly inexplicable. The priest looked ahead...He was three people away from getting in to the main of the club, but the bouncers were taking their sweet time. His sleek silver cell phone (yes, priests can have cell phones) was turned on in his cloack pocket, in case the mother of the son he was attempting to retrieve would call again. The phone had stayed silent, so either this was good...Or very bad.

"You can cut infront of me, if you want. It's just that I'm in a rush..." He says, his voice it's usual shocking smooth poetics. Most were surprised at Dominic's gentle voice, thinking he would have a gruffer one. People in the church often came up to him to tell him his voice was like feathers on the skin. This puzzled him, naturally, but he smiled and nodded as the complimenters (young girls) went on their way.

"Er, I'll just stay here, why're you here anyway?" Adonis truely wondering, his buzz is gone and his faulty coonscience and sense of personal space come back in it's place. His voice is whatever you want to make of it, musical, eery or buttery, whatever inspires you is his voice.

The muse inches up with the line, digging his hands in his pockets (remarkable due to the tightness) and slouching slightly, it's a convincingly nonchalant pose, matched with lidded eyes. Lidded eyes because when you open them to a new person, they'll look increasingly more violet.

Dominic stepped slightly to the side, almost impreceptively so, so incase the stranger changed his mind, he could step in the line. He turned slightly to face the beautiful enigma infront of him.

"I'm coming as a favor for a good friend of mine," He said nodding slightly, not wanting to divulge the specifics just yet. Just then an older man, slightly dirty looking, began handing out one sheet pamphlets. He handed one to Dominic. It was a neon green add for 'EXXXTRA fun girls'. Dominic's eyebrows furrowed in honest confusion. The man was still standing there, laughing softly at Dominic's outfit. Suddenly realizing exactly what was holding he gave it back out to the man, smiling softly and shaking his head. The man grumbled something along the lines of 'c'mon, father, it could do you a world of good' before going on with his route.

Dominic crossed his arms over his chest and remained quiet.

But the fun...
Good thing his hands are stuck in his pants, he might've reached out for the flyer and lost the Priet's respect. He pouted out his lip slightly, not enough to arouse much difference, but the lip was out and he looks like a sad angel.

"Shouldn't you be naked and with some team logo painted on your chest?" The muse thinks this is some dare. Worse, he has this image of priests sitting around at a sleep over in pajamas, eating cookie dough and painting each other's finger nails.
The idea is almost enough to get rid of the pouty lip.

"No, that's only on sundays, and only for certain teams" Dominic replies, giving the stranger a small smile. People always seemed shocked if Dominic ever came up with a clever joke or pun, telling him that they never knew priests could have a sense of humour. But Dom was usually serious around the church goers, thinking that perhaps making fun was what they didn't want to see.

He uncrossed his arms and looked over at the beautiful stranger. "My name is Dominic," He said, extending his hand.

Hand shake.
"Adonis M." He wants it to sound like some rock-star name, because rock star's are cool and get free stuff...

Anyway, the muse is smiling slightly, cheered up by the joke and the still lingering idea of holy sleep overs. Street lamps play funny shadows across his face, he looks more complicated than his mind envokes. there's still that want of a sammich.
"So your friend just asked you to come and you did?" Hair police. "Right after waking up?"

Dominic put his hands in his pockets and started thinking about the stranger's name...It seemed oddly familiar. He looked ahead of the line for a split second to see that they were only one person away from the bouncer. His brown eyes were already set on Adonis, whose question he quickly made to answer.

"Oh well...Basically, yes. She...Her son is inside and in some trouble it seems. I didn't even have enough time to go to sleep, really," He shrugged lightly, not even self-pitying enough to sigh. He was about to ask why Adonis was here, but knew that this was obviously a question lacking in substance.

Dominic feels butterflies in his stomach as a sudden surge of nervousness washed over him. He had only been at a nightclub twice in his whole entire existence, and the thought of going in there...Dressed like this...Didn't comfort his suspicions of what exactly was going on inside. "Um...It's not...Very..." He seemed at a loss for words and eventually glanced down at his robes.

"Not very?" Not very what? Semetic? Googly-eyed? Had he been more clever and less random he probably could have figured it out, but the boy was distracted again distracted by the cool robes and too-young looking preist.

By now he's lost all desire to lick more lime off salty girl necks and wants to help out, 'cause that's the kinda guy he is. (until something more exciting happens, at least)

"I suppose i could help you find this prodigal son" He's no stranger to these kind of places, it's were the agents go to unwind in hopes of finding young new models, and down-on-there luck artists go look for inspiration--both being the strikingly beautiful muse's specialty.
Basically, he knows a lot of people.

Dominic turned and faced the beautiful young man infront of him, suddenly feeling a surge of ambition in his priestly duties. He suddenly found he wanted very much to find this boy and bring him back safely to his mother. He smiled gratefully and bowed his head slightly.

"That would be very much appreciated. I'm not sure I would have been able to find him in there anyways...I'm not even sure I'll get in with my robes." He managed a light smile, but there was no heart behind it as he began worrying about the outcome of this rather strange night.

Shrug.
"Wouldn't be the weirdest outfit to go through those doors. There was this one chick wearing a 'teddy'" That was a good night. "Or this other guy came in with white pants...white pants AND a khaki shirt" Adonis shook his head as if it were the craziest thing in the world. Honestly, white pants, who would dare?

"Plus, you can always play the 'if-you-don't-let-me-in-I won't-let-you-into-Heaven' card."
Those rosy lips were upturned. No teeth this time, maybe a blistex commercial grin, tonight was gonna be interesting.

Dominic honestly couldn't understand exactly what the young man was talking about, but he nodded nonetheless, and listened as he always did: attentively. The last comment made him laugh full-heartedly, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, if that doesn't work I can always say I'm going to help a friend. Or that you're a rockstar and I'm your private priest?" He lifted a brow, smiling in a friendly and open manner.

Man, a private priest would be so awsome. That may actually work, though, they confuse magazine ad people for famouse ones all the time.

"What does this guy look like?" If he was gonna help, he needed an appearence...that and he was running out of conversation pieces. You can't really talk to a priest about the girl infront's nice ass, or the married chick he nailed last week in her mini-van.

The muse tilted his head, blinked slow, his best bet was to look innocent.

"Oh, he looks..." Dominic suddenly found that he had almost forgotten. The truth was that the boy was so very ordinairy looking that often people's eyes grazed over him. Dominic always tried to speak to him after a service, but he would always get up and leave as quickly as he could. His mother seemed to force him to be there...Dominic wasn't sure he agreed to that.

"He's got light brown hair, average height, I think his eyes are brown...or blue..." Dominic squints slightly as he tries to remember. He looked over at Adonis, finding himself wondering why exactly the young man would want to be standing with him and talking to him at all. Girls who were passing by were giving him looks, even some of the guys. Yet he enjoyed the company nonetheless.

"Thank you for helping me," He said with a kind smile, trying hard to ingore the couple now making out right next to him.

He gave a wayward glance to the couple, raising a brow and cocking his head to the side. Damn, they were goin' at it...But they were going about it the wrong way. His hand should be there, her lips should actually be tilted...The muse shook his head, tsk tsking and looking back at Dominic.

"Ah, pretty normal lookin' then. Da..rn (quick save) I was hoping he was like green-skinned with an afro." The boy tried to ignore the people best he could, giving quiet smiles to the pretty ones (even guys) and the unimportant people didn't even get eye contact.

Dominic laughed lightly at Adonis' comment, not entirely sure if it was meant to be a joke or not. Dom was pushed into Adonis slightly as the couple began getting taking up more...space. He cleared his throat and blushed slightly, clasping his hands infront of him.

He wasn't ready for this kind of thing.

"Sorry," he said meekly to the muse after being pushed, and he focused on the fact that now they were the next in line. The bouncer looked mildly amused as he looked over Dom's robes, smiling in a cocky way. However Dom still wasn't certain what the plan was, and now looked at Adonis with his lost brown eyes.

"Hey Vikrum!" Happy bounce sorta thing, of course he knew the guy he fucked his sister or something like that...It didn't really matter, he couldn't remember how they'd come around to first name basis but there was sex (as always) and beer (optional).

"This is Dometrius (He'd already forgotten his name...) He's a priest, some kid's mom in there sent 'im, let us through?" Nonchalant tone, he pretty much used it all the time, Adonis wasn't really complicated enough to have more than three or four speech patterns, or moods for that matter.

Dominic looked at the bouncer (apparently Vikrum) with a small shrug of his shoulders after Adonis's small comment. He didn't mind that his name was forgotten, in fact he didn't even notice, as he was so concentrated on just getting in the club.

For a moment the bouncer looked utterly furious, then eventually he was in a full-tooth grin and ushering them in. He gave Dominic a rather unneccesarily hearty pat on the back, which made him pitch forward slightly, and cough a bit.

"Thanks," he managed to tell Adonis in a bit of a croaky voice.

Maybe it was Vikrum he'd slept with? He tilted his head toward the ceiling, narrowing his eyes in thought, then shook his head finding he couldn't remember and really could care less.

"No problem-" The muse gave a dissmissive wave to a scarcely clad blond girl wanting to dance "Hey! Is that him?" There was a sandy-haired guy lounging at the bar, hanging on some nondescript female. Not at all looking wasted.

Dominic squinted, the music suddenly getting very loud and the smell of sweetened alcohol on the very walls. He was about to speak when a girl wearing a bikini top and jeans draped her arms around his neck, begging for...something, he couldn't really understand what she was saying. She began kissing his neck, making for a very panicky Dominic. He gently pulled her arms off of him, pink lipstick on his jawline and neck.

He cleared his throat.

"Um...Yeah...That's him...I think..." He says with a shaky voice, making his way over to the guy Adonis had pointed out.

"Wow, cool.." It as either that guy or one of the other hundred or so guys with light brown hair in the club. He followed him, slipping between couples dancing and being far to affectionate in public and without him.

Dominic went up to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. It wasn't him. Dominic appologized but the man was already laughing at his robes. Dominic mentally rolled his eyes, finding his patience avering ever so slightly in the hot stuffiness of the club. Girls were grinding with men, with each other, and Dominic was on sin overload. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what was happening, but he did feel he needed to find the guy he had come in for.

He looked over at Adonis.

"Could we change clothes?" He asked. It would only be temporary, that is, if Adonis didn't mind wearing just the top part of his robes.

His shirt was already half-off,
"You can just have this" As cool as those robes were, he really didn't need them. he heald the pacman shirt out, fitting in more now that he was less-dressed.

Adonis ran his fingernails along his chest absently, gazing around briefly catching glimpses of brown hair.

Dom looked a bit surprised at Adonis's speedy readiness to take off his clothes. He also looked thoroughly amused. He smiled and took the shirt, offering a little nod and trying not to examine his naked chest. He was about to ask where he could change without being seen but figured it really didn't matter. He was quite self conscious as he unbuttoned his robes and then the black shirt underneath, removing the clean white collar. The collar fell to the floor. He didn't see it fall.

He was holding his dark clothing in one hand and was now attempting to put the pacman shirt on. It was a clean shirt, and smelt quite good. Dominic's naked torso didn't seem to attract much attention, except for a few girls who passed by smiled at him in a way he didn't really understand. He was lithe, his smooth chest tan and surprisingly defined, although he was still of the thin variety. The pacman shirt was on in a few moments, and he actually looked younger.

He had no idea what to do with his robes, as Adonis seemed to fit in perfectly without anything on. So he put them on the bar. Not wise. He was getting thirsty now, looking at the vodka reminded him of water. He made a gesture to Adonis towards another guy down the bar, leaning against a pay phone. Dominic wouldn't have really minded if Adonis wanted to go dance, he was young after all, and very beautiful. He had to admit, though, he enjoyed the company, especially one as different as Adonis's.

The muse 'slinked' down towards the guy muttering a tune under his breath, probably the pink panther theme. He glowed faintly under the dull lights of the night club, broad shouldered and pale, swimmer type boy with what looked like chlorene soaked hair. Most likely, it was night club gunk. (a coctail made of sweat, variouse alchohals and hair gel)

Tap. "Do you have a mom?" If the guy near the phone had a mom, then she should cared about him, and if she cared about him then she may be a creationalist, because people who love people love Jesus. So, she'd probably call a priest or father or rabii to come get him. It all made sense to Adonis.

Dominic couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at Adonis's question. He hooked his fingers in the pockets of his black trousers, finding his new adornment of pacman surprisingly comfortable. This posture looked entirely innocent and even juvenile, but Dominic didn't realize it, and he was now watching the man next to the pay phone. It was the right guy. Dominic's soft brown eyes lowered to the broken glasses on the floor underneath the man's feet. Man? The guy looked more like an underage teenage drinker, which was close to the truth. But it was the right person, and now Dominic suddenly found a new dilemma...How do you get him out?

"Um...Hello..." He said politely, which made him fit in even less. He was like a cut out from a magazine that was pasted onto another background: wrong and out of place. He now looked over at Adonis, and as strange as the young man seemed to be, he seemed also pretty adapted to this kind of situation. Dominic was utterly lost, even with pacman.

See, with out his clever interrogation, they might never have saved christmas...er, found him. So, now to do somthing with the man. If you give a man a drink he'll want a what to go with it?

What else could an intoxicated guy want? He didn't look gay, which would've made things a lot easier, maybe they could hit him...No that was no good, they had nothing to hit him with and the damn holy man was probably a pascifist.

Hmm...
"Wanna go split a fort-" About to say forty, but he didn't have one, or particularily like that drink, which really didn't matter, but to him it did. "I mean cookies, wanna go split yummy, delicouse cookies?"

Adonis looked over at Dom and smiled reassuringly with a thumbs-up. Well played.

Dom was about to overlap Adonis's clever work, thinking it might confuse the obviously intoxicated man. But to his surprise, the guy perked up. Dominic furrowed his eyebrows in a moment of pure confusion...He really wanted a cookie? But he washed the expression away quickly, figuring the guy wouldn't trust him if he looked puzzled. Not that the guy was looking at them straight in the first place.

"Um...Yes. Cookies," he repeated lamely, nodding slowly. He felt different without his robes. More free? Maybe. The proper definition of the feeling would probably be willful assimilation. He felt like he fit in more. There were people his age here...He wondered about them all, what they did, their names, their stories. Yet he had to focus on the task at hand and not his own feelings. He brushed them aside and as the guy (who by now had stood up (relatively straight) and began walking towards the bar) walked past him. He took the guy's arm gently stering him towards the doors.

"Right...over here....cookies..."

(( Feel free to make the guy do whatever you want. ;) ))

Everybody loves cookies.

Adonis smiled and stuffed his hands in the stone washed pockets of his jeans in an 'awe-shucks' manner. That was good, choosing cookies, everyone likes cookies. Not like cake, some stupid people would take a slice of pie over cake, the muse kept it nuetral and offered imaginary cookies.

Man this guy was fast, before he could stop him the guy'd already downed some angry peoples drinks and vomited on a girl (which he apologized too after giggling). He held the guy's elbow and wispered to the priest:

"Hey, we should prolly get some cookie...so the guy doesn't get angry." For all they knew the guy could be an angry drunk, and Adonis really wanted cookies. "And some cake, definatly get some cake"

Dominic was only half listening to Adonis's suggestion, in the back of his mind wondering why suddenly cake had been thrown in to the mix. The other part of his brain, though, was trying to concentrate on keeping the guy from running off. It wasn't that he was trying to get away, but rather he was just trying to lead the way. It was all rather mixed up, and in the hub bub Dominic even forgot about his robes, which were folded on the bar, and his white collar, which had been stamped many times under the satin stilettos of pretty girls. He finally managed to get a firm grip on the guy and began heading for the door.

"C'mon Adam, this way..." He said, hoping that by hearing his own name the guy would slow down somewhat.

The muse didn't remember the robes, or the collar, or that the guy ever had anything out of the ordinary on, he was too busy prodding the guy with his fingers and thinking about dessert.

Adonis glanced down at his plastic Felix the Cat watch absently, gageing whether or not they'd have time for cookies and cake, or if they'd have to choose. If push came to shove, he didn't think he'd be able to decide, and the idea worried him. Could he really live without one or the other?

"Come on Addy, we don't have much time left." Yes, the boy already had a nickname and it was urgent he move along.