Adrian had little business being here except to try and find that rush he was looking for, which he'd begun to look for in those around him, specifically the male he'd bumped into just moments prior.

In the short time that they'd shared the same elbow room together, he'd hardly gotten a proper look, but now that the brilliant light effects had illuminated them between spontaneous flashes Adrian could see them for what they were: Dark of hair, with an attractively pallid complexion.

Adrian had thought he'd noticed their eyes awkwardly scanning anywhere but directly at him for a time, as if they were sheepishly trying to catch him in the peripheral, before they finally succumbed to an alleged need to lock eyes, though to the contrary their question bore no relevance to this self-conceived notion. He was so enamored and enraptured in his high that he could only think with a one track mind. "After a fashion..."

Perhaps they'd recognized him from New Years? Slateport was finally bouncing back after months of picking itself back up, but those events would never be undone in the minds of Slateport's citizens. Adrian certainly wouldn't forget.

"Why, you recognize me?" Adrian began to maneuver towards them to the tempo of the music, hips swaying in a suggestively lascivious manner as he bumped against theirs, bridging the gap betwixt them with a physical touch that Adrian was reluctant to step away from after so poorly judging the situation and thinking this other man perhaps an admirer sheepishly approaching him.

Adrian leans in, snaking his arms around either side of their waist, embracing them in that same moment while bringing himself forward against them, cooing into their ears with low dulcet tones as his suave demeanor aimed to overwhelm one presumably infatuated by desire. "Is that why you've been tiptoeing over here, trying not to look at me...? Too nervous to approach me in earnest?"

As he attempted to sway this male's agenda with his husky timbre, Adrian huffed out with sweltering breath that peppered the ear he'd leaned into as he tried to make himself known over the roar of the crowd, hoping to find in them a level of reciprocation that may avail them into the night.

"...Do you want to take this elsewhere?" Those fingers fastened around the other's waist became exceedingly adventurous, pioneering paths and blazing trails to newfound territory as Adrian tempted them with his idea of a good time...

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^{Remiel Calcifet Something something royal fuck up...}
"Royal Fuck Up"

'...Did not expect to be turned down like that.'

"Oh. My bad..."

It was a sobering revelation that left him a bit down in the dumps as he withdrew from them. He felt stupid and bashful all at once, already flushed cheeks coursing with color as he fixated on being rejected. It wasn't something that happened to him normally; he had an eye for it. Picking people.

Maybe he'd lost his touch?

But the drugs were great and the music was loud, and so even as he was offered a warning and the scene became that of mass hysterics, Adrian droned on to the beat of the music until at last the gas began encroaching down dangerously from the rafters, accompanied by shrieking screams.

"...Huh?"

Grabbing for the right pokeball and navigating the crowd away from the smoke, Adrian unleashed Weezing from its pokeball in a burst of light that dazed him for his glassed over eyes. "Rrnh..."

Weezing's pores began to bleed with a miasma that clung to Adrian and itself before the gas cloud grew to encompass the entire room, saturating the air and rendering the other gaseous agents within inert. The only downside was the faint stench.

"C-clear smog..." Before he could finish his sentence Adrian's words were lost to a coughing fit; though Weezing spared no time in disrupting the flow of gas and siphoning it into its hungry, gaping mouths until there was none left, going so far as to follow the trail back to the source among the rafters, devouring the fixtures leaking the gas.

With the gas largely dealt with, he could continue to indulge himself in the motions of the music, surrendering himself to the song and the sensations still coursing through his veins...

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^{Remiel Calcifet Adrian.exe has stopped working, Booting Humiliation.os: Critical Error, Rebooting...}

The party had officially been pooped.

Seeing people writhing on the floor as they seized was morbidly sobering, but he'd managed to keep his cool this far, though his instincts stopped here. Instead of trying to bear the burden on his shoulders any further, he made the call, although there were assuredly many others trying to reach emergency services. All they could do was to monitor the afflicted... and maybe dance.

Among the throng of people he'd notice the same pair of eyes that had rejected him earlier making their way towards an exit. It crosses his mind that they may have been involved, and he swears to have seen them casting a glance back his way before making a prompt departure, but Adrian is caught between his instincts and experiences.

I should go see what he knows...

In the vacancy of his mind, memories of an invaluable partner wreathed in beige-and-brick fur explode into the foreground, yet are so easily snuffed out by a single bloody memory. He cannot bring himself to pursue this mystery vagabond.

Instead he finds a distraction for himself, flicking through his phone and noticing that it was already nearly four in the morning. Well, that was fast...

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^{Remiel Calcifet}