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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2010 8:52:00 GMT -5
Dare nodded, the vague thought of going outside for air overshadowed by Michael's suggestion. He wrapped his arm around the back of Michael's shoulders without a care for how much harder it would be to cut through the crowd side-by-side, but it turned out not to matter. Apparently he looked as sick as he felt, and people parted for them.
The bathroom was cooler and quieter, if brighter. Dare headed for the sink, pulling his arm back to turn on a faucet. He leaned forward, drawing water up in cupped hands to splash onto his face. Leaning forward made him dizzy again. Dare paused, then braced his arms on the edges of the sink, letting the water run for now. Was he sick? This hadn't happened at or after the bachelor party. He had to be sick.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2010 18:32:19 GMT -5
Michael slid his hand over Dare's back, concern etched onto his face. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked. "Or do we need to go home?" He wasn't sure what was going on, but he wanted Dare to be okay, and if they needed to leave, then they would, no matter how much fun it was to be at the club again.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2010 20:00:20 GMT -5
"Just gimme a minute," Dare said. He tried to pull deep breaths, to get some control over himself. He didn't want to go yet! He didn't want to go home and end up going to bed early for this. "I'll be fine," he said. He straightened a bit, splashed his face again, then stood, turning off the faucet with one hand as his other reached for a paper towel. The dizziness took over, though. He must have stood too quickly, because he recognized the lightheaded feeling he'd had so often those first weeks home in the fall. He reflexively reached for Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2010 20:25:18 GMT -5
Michael's arm found its way around Dare and he held him upright. "You can't even stand up," he said. "Come on, let's go home." He didn't know what had brought this on, but they could figure it out easier at home, they would never figure it out in the bathroom of a crowded club. He could find something to help Dare when they were home.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 3, 2010 2:43:49 GMT -5
(What the hell?! I posted this twice already and rewrote it! *grumble*)
Dare was quiet and still a moment before he nodded lightly. "Yeah," he assented, " let's go. He couldn't dance like this, and whatever was wrong, it would clear up fast. "We can come back next week." He wrapped his arm around Michael's shoulders again for support and comfort, then gestured toward the door.
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