[b]Time?, Place?[/b]

In his chemically altered state Sasha was in no position to avoid the collision and the eventual fall; had it not been for the thud and the sharp pain he would have barely even registered the back of his head slamming on the floor. It was by no means a graceful plummet. His vision went blurry and the petite man blacked out for a few seconds. 

When he came to he wondered on how managed to end up on the floor and why his foot hurt; he also felt stupid, but that feeling stemmed from more from the fact that he was profoundly unaware of his surroundings than from colliding with someone. Some questions pushed to the forefront of his mind. Why was he at a what seemed from his vantage point to be a bar? Did he drink? Is he drunk? Is that why everything ached? Oh, no he was dying…was he killed in a bar? Why was he killed?  Despite the cocaine fueled paranoia, Sahsa managed to calm himself by focusing on the known knowns. He was not dead or dying, it seemed he just literally ran into someone; perhaps he was very accident prone.  His name was Sas…no it was Jocelyn… totally was Jocelyn as that name held some sort of intrinsic meaning to him. The expensive looking clutch suggested to Jocelyn that he must be pretty fashion forward to be walking around with a woman’s handbag. However, that coupled with the fact he felt strangely aroused by the beautiful stranger that collided with him spoke volumes about his sexuality; this was supported by a hazy memory of a polite Uber driver talking to him about the various homosexual establishments in the city earlier in the day. What a helpful service oriented individual that driver was, Jocelyn reminded himself to leave a positive review when he got the chance.  

[color=DDA0DD] “I’ve heard about falling for a man, but this is ridiculous darling. I suppose most tend to buy me a drink first.”[/color], said Jocelyn pushing the stray brown hair from his face as he shakily rose to his feet; his Russian accent more pronounced than normal as his inhibitions were quite low at this moment.  Something felt off like he should be berating this man for his incompetence and demanding an apology, but Jocelyn dismissed it as he didn’t feel like he was that terrible of a person.

[color=DDA0DD] “Do forgive my clumsiness…I presume I can be quite the ditz when I am drinking. I truly am sorry.” [/color]  After sanitizing his hands with some lotion found in his clutch he extended a now clean hand to attempt to help the handsome stranger up before blushing. [color=DDA0DD] “Oh, my gosh I do hope that you were not an online date or something. That would be really embarrassing. I would feel even more terrible then I already do. I hope I am not always this terrible at first impressions. I hate to sound forward, but before I make a larger fool of myself could you please clue me in if I should know you or not. It seems I took quite the bump to the back of the head and things are still quite hazy daisy." [/color]    

Something still felt wrong, like he should be a lot more callous and spiteful then he was acting. His subconscious was yelling at him to sneer, but Jocelyn let out a slight smile instead. 

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