Bo was here. He wasn't acting like his usual vibrant self, because he didn't want to be here. However, he felt awfully guilty from taking all that energy from Alexander, and he supposed that, to prevent it from happening again, he had to eat. And this was the best place to do it, if he didn't want to get really...intimate with anyone.
Still, he hung about the edges of the writhing mass of people, and finally settled down at a little table and ordered something pink and alcoholic.

Alexander was actively looking for Bo, for once. This was obvious, because he was standing by the doorway, scanning the crowd for a certain slender figure.

And he was radiating sexual tension in a way that would make him very interesting to anything that happened to be sensitive to that kind of thing, and anything that feeds on it wouldn't have to come near him to have whatever amount of energy it desired.

He was still wearing the jeans and polo shirt that he'd worn earlier in the evening, when he'd encountered Katrina, and looked out of place and as if he didn't care that he was out of place.

Someone had just entered.
Bo wasn't usually aware of this occurence, but this person was shining like a beacon, and the energy they were exuding was familiar...
He got up, gleaming darkly under the strobe lights, and approached Alexander.
"Good heavens. Are you all right?"

"No. I'm not."

Honesty. How unusual.

And he took a few steps and paused, wanting very obviously to do certain unmentionable things to Bo and not sure he was allowed to yet.

"Let's talk."
He took Alexander's hand, tugged, and began to walk back towards his little table.
He looked back, grinning with a bizarre combination of sympathy and deviousness.
"Then we'll see about getting that taken care of."

Alexander made a face, but followed docilely enough.

The fact that Bo has just about promised that he'll 'take care of' Alexander's... er, problem... helps.

A very little.

"Talk about what?"

He knows, of course.

"Don't play stupid, you know, and if I say it aloud, you'll just get embarassed. Now tell me why."
He indicated the seat across the table and sat down himself.
"Feel free to have a drink if it'll help. But don't drink too much."
Ahem.

"I..."

Alexander sat down and ignored the pointed comment on drinking. Nope. He's not going to drink at all. At least not tonight.

"It's... complicated."

Beat.

"Do I have to explain?"

"I would prefer if you explained." he swirled his drink, staring levelly at Alexander. "I would like to actually help you feel better, instead of just a quick fix."

Alexander considers this for several moments of silence.

"... very well..." Now, how to begin...

Mm.

"I assume you remember the week I was a complete wreck?"

The one where he got drunk every night, he means.

"I do."
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his folded hands, the epitome of attentiveness.

"Same reason." He pauses, wondering how to go about the rest of the explanation...

"A long time ago, I... was involved... with someone I had to leave, rather abruptly." And that's an understatement. "I was in love... we'd discussed marriage, and..." He runs a hand through his hair. "... that someone's daughter is a student of mine, now... And she has no idea that... I and..."

He closes his eyes and leans back and stops.

"Oh, you poor dear."
Then he was on the other side of the table, pulling Alexander into his arms.
"I take it there's a family resemblance?"

"Oh gods yes."

I'm not sure how much of his fierce return of Bo's embrace is because he's so wound up or because he wants to make sure that Bo isn't going to disappear on him...

Why would Bo disappear on him? He's certainly altogether here, now.

"That's so bad. I...can't think of any way to help at the moment, but I will think on it and see if I can find some way to help you in the long run. Poor thing...you have my number, don't you?"

Because everyone else Alexander has cared for has, eventually? And often suddenly, without warning.

(Though most of them would say that Alexander had disappeared on them. Anyway.)

"Only on Keye's cell phone."

"Ah, well, that's silly."
He digs a scrap of paper out of his pants pocket, and then a pen. This is a bit mysterious, because those pants don't look like one could slip an extra molecule in, let alone pen and paper.
He wrote down his number and held it out.
"There you go. It's always on, and I'm a light sleeper."

Alexander tucks the bit of paper away with a nod.

He's still radiating that sexual tension, and it's gotten worse, not better. (Delay does not improve this kind of thing.)

"Thank you..."

You know, he managed to avoid mentioning his gender-switch in that explanation. Isn't that funny.

"Erm."
He taps his pen delicately against the rim of his glass.
"Want to go somewhere else?"

Alexander nods emphatically.

"Yes."

Because no matter how open the club is to... interesting... activity, it doesn't do to have sex right out in the open.

Ahem.

Bo takes his hand, elegantly and for a rather inelegant purpose.

And then they go other places, and they do other things.