Just A Kiss Goodnight~!M/Crack!Chryde+ c2Meg

[Chrimien]

The lights were bright in the club. He walked through the crowds panting, already having a good time. No one would believe him if he told them he went out to places like this by himself, and he was in no risk of any one from his home finding out anyway; after all no one but him came to this place. At least thats what he liked to hope. He hoped that every time he came here to have fun that no one he knew from school would be there to recognize him if they could with how he was dressed.

In school he dressed plainly, t-shirt and jacket with blue jeans and red converse. Not even his best friend knew what was deeper in his closet, behind all the plain baggy clothes. Currently he had his black converse on, frayed black skinny jeans with a studded lime green belt and a tight, white tanktop overlapped by an unbuttoned black dress shirt that had white design stitching on it; said design glowing in the black light like his shirt. Gel bracelets adorning his wrists matched his bluegreen eyes and black painted nails. Said eyes were made more noticeable with eyeliner, lips shined a bit with the liquid lip stuff he had, kinda like liquid chapstick that tasted like cherry. All in all he looked rather cute and smelled of nice cologne.

His slightly pudgy build gave way to slight soft curves but otherwise he was still noticeably male. Besides, it was an average amount of body fat from his love of fast food, he was still in great shape and still on the skinny side...just sort of soft as his mother liked to say. God if she saw him now shed probably feint.

Taking yet another invite to dance from a handsome stranger Clyde could only smile and agree, he loved to dance, a small fact no one would guess at. And he was quite good he liked to think. And so, when Ke$ha's 'Take it off' came on he was more then happy to get close and sweaty with the stranger. He never went home with his dance partners and had no reason to start, he just liked having fun. The whole time he danced to the song he never noticed the pair of eyes watching him. Maybe if hed noticed he would have recognized them. Maybe.

[nutmegheart22]

It was Chirstophe, He never seen anyone like Clyde before. He was someone Christophe wanted to know. He had always been the kind of guy that kept to himself. He never talk to anyone at all. Lot rumors went around the school about him. That he was insane for one. That he someone anyone should keep a way from. They all bunch of betchs if you asked him. They didn't know thing about him,. Yet he didn't care at all if they did or not. He very much like it that way. Only person he try to talk to was Kyle. Well more trying to flirt with Kyle. Stan would come in yell at him forit. And saying Kyle was his and he didn't share. So that was lost cause.

Christophe never been serious about anything in his life. When he had wanted something. He always set the mind to getting it. This just what he would do too.


He made his way to the dance floor. He watchs Clyde some more before walking up to him and the guy dancing with him.

" Dance?" he asked in thick french accent. He takes Clyde's hand in his.

[Chrimien]

Both males paused their slowed their movements to a pause, the male nodding to Christophe with a smirk before walking away; leaving Clyde with the French male. He flushed slightly, shyly. He had never been directly approached by someone like him. That shyness remained as he allowed the male to lead him elsewhere on the floor.

Though he couldnt shake the feeling that he knew him...that he was somehow familiar to him; like hed seen him somewhere before. In the club before maybe? There were always different people here, for all Clyde knew he could have seen him on one of his trips here for fun.

[nutmegheart22]

Christophe quietly stared down at Clyde and as the pair danced together on the dance floor. " Your Kyle Broflovski's friend...?" he asked Clyde as the pair dance along to the beat of the music.

He wanted to know all they he could about Clyde. He didn't know why either. Something about Clyde that drew him to Clyde.

[Chrimien]

He was having fun, he was dancing with a rather attractive male that had a rather sexy accent...and then he asked that and everything in his head froze on the spot, even his body stopped moving. Thoughts ran through his head so fast it was all jumbled together though only one stood out the most. This man knew Kyle...and if he knew Kyle that meant he would tell him he saw Clyde here. Panicking he stuttered out "I-im sorry...I dont know anyone named Kyle..." His eyes darted around "I-I have to go now" He turned, melding into the crowd as he headed for the exit.

[nutmegheart22]

Chirstophe stood there with eye brow raised up. He wouldn't give up that easy. He takes off after the running boy. " Why are you running? " he asked him. Most people kept away from Christophe. They scared of him. Normaly he could careless. Clyde he didn't want him to be scared of him.

[Chrimien]

"Im not running, I just realized im going to be late getting somewhere is all, please, I have to go now or ill get in trouble" He definitely would if he were caught. He wasnt aiming to get caught but at this point hed rather take being grounded.

[nutmegheart22]

Chirstophe raises eye brow and shrugged his shoulders. " Well...." he starts to say. " If ye...say so" he finishes. He watches as Clyde hurried off. He knew wouldn't be the last time he had or would see Clyde. He would make sure of it.

Christophe scans the crowd and catchs sight of the red head Kyle. Kyle was here dancing along with Stan Marsh.

[Chrimien]

Kyle was laughing, Stan had convinced him to come here, saying he had discovered the place one night, and honestly, Kyle was happy he had. His mother had been stressing him out lately about school and he needed to relax. Smiling at Stan he hugged onto him "Thanks man! I needed this" Pulling away he grabbed his drink, taking a sip. Feeling a pair of eyes on him he looked up, spotting Christophe and waving him over. He had never guess the french male who liked to flirt with him was into these kinds of social happenings.