~.do you dream too much?

[Monty]

[[ooc: /self-defenestrates
Lame and irrelevant to the roleplay title is lame and irrelevant to the roleplay.
I am a bad person for being inactive. Don't kill me, guys. :< ]]

Without a doubt, a chilly Thursday night, halfway though the month of April, was destined to be painstakingly boring. Through Johnny's perspective, the day was just a waste of time; a direct skip from Wednesday to Friday would suffice for the filler twenty-four hours, and turn it into a nice, rounded even-numbered week.

He had decided to break away from the usual tyranny of the hostel (a few drunken Mods had stumbled in at about five that morning, and he had vowed to himself several times before he would never spend his afternoon with a lot of hung-over people, in spite of how close he was to them). This is how he somehow found himself taking a walk, wondering vaguely if there was a barber's anywhere near; his hair had gotten a little long within the past few weeks. Perhaps he'd even go get a drink himself--he'd found the experience of visiting a tavern alone much more enjoyable than with friends.

[{Gospa Birsa}]

[[ooc: I've been just as bad in regards to inactivity.]]

Blaise trudged along on the sidewalk, clinging tightly to his jacket in a pitiful attempt to chase away the cold. At the moment he was not feeling his best, thanks in part to an incident earlier that day when his friends had stood him up at a pub, shortly after which he lost an argument about English football prospects to a drunk. Plum brandy had not managed to cheer him up, so he left to try and find a bit of happiness from human contact. He glimpsed Johnny in the crowd, recognizing him vaguely from some now-forgotten Mod social event. "'Lo!" he called, waving his hand just a bit to draw attention to himself, hoping that he was not actually making a fool of himself.

[Monty]

[[ooc: Well, you're forgivable, because you're awesome. xD]]

Was the greeting directed at him, or somebody else? Johnny could never tell; he'd made the mistake of responding to people that were in fact only speaking to someone else, and had hated the flustered feeling that always ensured, whether followed with an apology or not. (It depended on the person.) Nonetheless, by the looks of the person who had called him over, who didn't appear to be any older than him, Johnny could conclude that there was a good chance he was trying to get the other Mod's attention. Yet, to be sure, he waved only slightly to test the waters--only if Blaise was paying attention to him, would he notice. It was a large crowd, after all; London was always crowded with pedestrians at night.

[{Gospa Birsa}]

[[ooc: As are you. xD]]

He nodded and flicked his hand a few times in a gesture beckoning the other over before drawing the same hand to the knot of his tie and adjusting it as part of a nervous habit. This desperation for conversation with someone he barely knew was a bit unusual for him, but still within the limits of what he considered acceptable social behavior. What really made him wonder was why Johnny seemed so reluctant to talk, but then again, Blaise could not fathom why anyone could possibly want to avoid him; the many reasons all remained behind his grasp of understanding. His arrogance prevented him from recognizing his flaws, which, although convenient at times, made him less desirable to the company of others.

[Monty]

[[ooc: Yay <3]]

"Do you need something?" Johnny finally asked, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jacket and glancing at Blaise with a look of polite friendliness, though some annoyance was visible in the rest of his expression. He looked more familiar up-close; he decided he probably had either seen him or exchanged greetings with him some time ago. This caused him to feel a little guilty for permitting his somewhat anti-social buzz to become prevalent in his demeanor, but not enough to change; he didn't even feel tempted to add something else more sociable. This boy didn't seem to even notice the fact he was trying to avoid company, so with any luck, he wouldn't be aware of Johnny's previous actions. He straightened his spine a little in an attempt to appear more awake (he'd barely gotten an hour of sleep the previous night, after all, before being interrupted), adjusting the collar of his shirt.

[{Gospa Birsa}]

"Idon't need anything," replied Blaise, giving his well-defined shoulders a small shrug. "But I could go for some company right now. I was gonna meet some friends at the bar but they didn't show up." He frowned slightly, wondering if friends was the right word for these people. "Casual acquaintances" or "other Mods" or even "drinking buddies" might be better, given their questionable loyalty. Perhaps they really were his friends, but something had kept them from attending, either an inescapable circumstance or simply a better offer to socialize.

[Monty]

"Ah," Johnny said, removing a free hand from his pocket to ruffle his hair absentmindedly--it had grown slightly tangled from wandering outside. "Quite a coincidence; I was also waiting for some friends." This, of course, was a lie, but he didn't like to imply that he had no one to hang out on an evening, other than a few hung-over friends, who, technically speaking, were only friends because he had known them for a long time. It wasn't like he didn't mind them, but the fact they were all he had was slightly annoying.