[Noah St Cloud]

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On the edge of Downtown, close to The Heights, was an establishment with its name emblazoned in neon lights above the entrance: Revolution: Bar and Karaoke.[break][break]

Inside was a long corridor, its many doors leading to soundproofed karaoke rooms, but before that was a larger lounge area where the titular bar, tables, and one karaoke stage could be found. A stage which, at that moment, was occupied by Noah. Prancing around in the spotlight, swinging his mic and his hips as he enthusiastically performed for the bar's patrons.[break][break]

“She'll push and pull you down[break]
Livin' la vida loca – C’mon, sing it with me![break]
Her lips are devil red [break]
And her skin's the color mocha[break]
She will wear you out[break]
Livin' la vida loca–” [break][break]

Karaoke had started out as something he did ironically, a way to bond with his peers at university. But now he was actually good which, in his mind, made it even more hilarious. Just because of the entire concept of him. Being a singer. Maybe his mom should have signed him up to be a choir boy instead of throwing him at all those team sports.[break][break]

The song came to an end and he bowed at the scattered applause. Generally, people who visited with the plan to sing would stick to the booths, whereas those who just wanted to eat and drink in peace loitered in the lounge. Forcing his presence on the second type of people was another thing that made his pastime so entertaining. “Thank you, thank you~ Couldn’t have done it without you guys…”[break][break]

He hopped down from the stage and plopped back into his seat, latching onto the straw of his cocktail while he checked his phone.[break][break]

The notifications were disappointing. He scrolled past various ‘where are you’s and ‘what are you doing tonight’s from people who knew full well that it was his favourite day of the week to go out and get dirty, whether that be by throwing fists in the streets or getting sweaty in the sheets. They were all too obvious with their intentions. Too dangerous for Noah to spend time with lest it be misconstrued or he got too drunk and they took advantage.[break][break]

Some company would be nice, though. As much as he could entertain himself (growing up the way he did had made learning that skill non-negotiable) and although he was happy to sidle up to strangers whenever he wished, sometimes it was good to socialise. Build bonds. Keep acquaintances thinking of him in a friendly manner. He opened up his contacts, yet he didn’t get far down the list before a new notification popped up on his screen – a message from ‘clickbait’.[break][break]

He snorted, opening it and quickly looking over their past conversation together. He still hadn’t quite figured out who she was (he hadn’t figured out who she was at all). But she had denied hooking up with him before, so he imagined it would be safe to invite her out and perhaps uncover how they actually knew each other.[break][break]

They exchanged a few messages, with Noah briefly reconsidering whether she was safe when she asked if it their meeting would be a date. But ultimately he was convinced she was joking around (in a manner similar to how he would, honestly – he recognised that he was a hypocrite sometimes) and he told here where to find him. [break][break]

He sighed and slumped back in his chair, letting his gaze drift around the room. The lounge was nice. Very nice. But perhaps it was better to go somewhere slightly more private. Just in case he knew her from sketchy business and wouldn’t want anyone seeing them together. [break][break]

Noah abandoned his table and headed over to the bar, drink and phone in hand. “Can I get a room?” [break][break]

The barman brought out the ‘menu’ as he went over the rules and the prices. Noah nodded along impatiently, having already heard them a million times, and picked out and paid for the room he wanted. He took the keys, giving the barman a wink and a salute all while still sipping his cocktail, then wandered off into the back to find his chosen booth.[break][break]

He closed the door behind him but did not lock it. The room was one of the better ones. Spacious. Normally meant for a group of fifteen people to bundle into, which meant large couches and a mini fridge was not quite so ‘mini’. Approaching the small bar in the room, he opened the fridge and started putting together a couple of new cocktails, but not before sending a final couple of texts to the mystery lady.[break][break]

[I’ve gotten us room 12]>[break]
[If you're gonna come along, bring your singing lungs lmao]>

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Boredom really was the father of all vices. All of her normal friends were too busy to entertain her and Gemma was feeling antsy just sitting at home doing nothing. When she'd messaged that stranger again it had been completely on a whim. And maybe a drink or two. Originally she'd really just been hoping to mess with him a little bit more. Or maybe get a few more pictures of that cute racoon. He was funny at least and talking to him beat spontaneously rearranging her bedroom all night. But then he actually invited her out.[break][break]

If she were being honest Gemma had been planning on asking him to go to karaoke with her mostly as a joke. But then he became all serious about it not being a date invite so he didn't get in trouble with that girl he was seeing (adorable) and it seemed like more than a joke. It wasn't much of a debate before Gemma decided to get off her couch and changed into some real clothes. Opting to bring one of Dino's hoodies with her that she'd taken from his house the last time she was over. Mostly because it was chilly outside and if he got any funny ideas about her short skirt and her cropped top she could throw on the hoodie and be swallowed up by the fabric of it instead. [break][break]

As she got closer to the establishment, one she knew rather well actually, Gemma did get a little nervous. Messing with a guy and gaslighting him into thinking you'd met before as a joke was one thing. Going to actually meet said complete stranger was another entirely. But Gemma wasn't exactly some helpless damsel. If this guy turned out to be a creep she knew how to handle herself. So when the bright neon lights met her eyes she was feeling calm, confident, and most of all curious. [break][break]

Gemma threw the hoodie over her left shoulder and adjusted the strap of her purse once she was out of her car and stepped inside. She waived to the bartender as she passed through the main lounge down the hall of other more private rooms until she found room 12. She gave two quick knocks before she tested the handle and found the door unlocked. So, she entered the room with a sweet smile on her lips and shut the door behind him. "Are we expecting more company?" She asked as her eyes moved over the room clearly meant for larger groups. Not that she was upset with the size even if it were just the two of them. She suspected it just made him more comfortable considering how upset he'd gotten with her teasing about this little outing being a date. [break][break]

Then her eyes lit up as she gave a soft gasp. Gemma's lips spread to a brighter, seemingly more excited smile as an idea crossed her mind. "Is your not girlfriend coming?" She asked as her dark eyes moved over to where he was making a drink. Her excitement deflated a bit seeing him. Why was every man she came into contact with a giant? What about Gemma called out to them like a lighthouse? Moreso, seeing him now she realized he was in fact cute but too much so. The kind of attractive in a man that seemed almost too prim and precise. Too put together. Which generally meant they had something to hide behind that pretty face. Or it just made them annoying.[break][break]

"Or were you that worried I'd jump your bones you wanted space to run?" Gemma asked as she moved to set her purse down on the couch.

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[Noah St Cloud]

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[attr="class","Noahdark2postlyric"]Drink a little velvet so you get into the beat[break]
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When the door finally opened, Noah’s stare lifted from his phone to scrutinise the woman walking through it. She was dark-haired and dark-eyed, with pouty lips that were obvious even as she smiled, and he felt himself relax minutely. She was attractive, yes, but not entirely his usual type. Too made-up; more ‘hot’ than his personal definition of beautiful.[break][break]

From the sheen of her hair and the tan on her skin to the crop of her top and shortness of her skirt, he imagined she was one of those girls who was very popular on social media, further allaying the concerns that they might have hooked up in the past.[break][break]

More importantly, he didn’t recognise her.[break][break]

Huh. While a relief, that left him with a bit of a conundrum.[break][break]

The woman had yet to look his way and he took the opportunity to study her while she appraised the room. He’d been hoping to connect the dots as soon as she walked in. Hoping that memories would be whacked into the forefront of his mind once he had a face to recognise. But no such luck.[break][break]

She couldn’t be Blackstorm, he decided. He took that too seriously to forget someone he’d invited to grace the hideout. She couldn’t be one of Tawny’s friends, either. He took that too seriously as well.[break][break]

Just a random acquaintance from a night out, then? The hoodie flung over her shoulder… was that his? It looked like a man’s. SO was she returning it to him? Had he, black-out drunk, seen this girl in some similarly short dress that was impractical for the weather, and given her the clothes off his back along with his phone number? It seemed like an odd choice, but it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’d done while under the influence. He was always trying to be a good guy these days.[break][break]

Her first question went unanswered, not that he had time to respond with how quickly she then asked if his ‘not girlfriend’ was coming. He rolled his eyes as she turned to face him. “Hah. You wish.” He wished. But it wouldn’t be cute (or productive) to sulk about it in front of some stranger.[break][break]

Thankfully she asked another question that felt safer to answer; a tease that was easier to match the facetiousness of. He grinned brightly. “Yep! Glad you understand. I know what you girls can be like when you get a guy alone; it’s the same reason I’ll be keeping a close eye on my drink at all times this evening. Speaking of…” He picked up the negroni he’d made in preparation for her arrival, swanning over to present it to her.[break][break]

Yet before she could take it from his hand he lifted his phone to his face and took a photo of her, uncaring if it was unflattering since he was more focused on capturing what she looked like from his point of view – from his height in contrast to hers. The flash ensured there would be no doubts over what he'd just done.“Thanks,” he beamed, as if she had agreed to have the picture taken. “Needed that for scientific data.”[break][break]

He shoved the glass into her hands and walked back to the bar, tapping away on his phone as he sent the picture to Tawny along with a few quick messages.[break][break]

[ BREAKING NEWS: grown woman is even shorter than Tawny Vokes 😱😱😱 ]>[break]
[ I never thought this day would come ]>[break]
[ Such a thing always seemed impossible… ]>[break]
[ I’m gonna ask if she works at Santa’s workshop with you 😤💯 ]>

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He retrieved his own negroni, visibly pleased with himself as he spun to face the mystery woman once more and locked and pocketed his phone.[break][break]

“So like… don’t you get cold in the North Pole?” he asked innocently, blinking as his gaze swept down and back up her frame. “Or does your passion for the holidays and your vigour in building toys keep you warm year-round?”

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] His claim that she wished his mysterious lady would show up earned a mock pout. With a dramatic sigh Gemma rolled her eyes. Though his claim that he needed to watch his drink around her made her quirk one of her brows in amusement. "Mhm, you're right to worry," she agreed with a nod. Though she was taken completely off guard when he suddenly shoved a drink in her hand. That had nothing on the sudden shock of being flash banged by an phone. Gemma loved having her picture taken but not so much when she wasn't exactly expecting it. "Hey they's not fair! At least let a girl pose or something!" She complained with a frown. [break][break]

There was the worry as to why he was taking her picture. What if this was some kind of human trafficker? "If you wanted a model you could have just asked," she said as she set the drink down on a table and crossed her arms. Though his question about her being from the north pole was nothing new. She'd been hearing short jokes for most of her life. Mostly from her sister, Dane, and Dino. "You know, that's really offensive," she started as she squinted at him. [break][break]

"Do you see this tan? Do I look pale enough to be from the North Pole? Obviously I work in a chocolate factory," Gemma huffed and flicked her hair behind her shoulder. "I guess I shouldn't blame you too much. It must be hard to see all the way up there," she offered him a smile as she pulled up her own phone. Snapping her own picture quickly before locked the screen and smiled. "For science obviously, you understand." If nothing else she had someone to look into if things went sideways. [break][break]

"It must be so boring living in the clouds all on your own. Or do you have a lot of people climbing up beanstalks to steal from you?" She asked as she took a seat on the couch. Gemma still wasn't sure if he actually thought they might know each other or if he was just playing along for some reason. If he did think they might know each other it only made her wonder how many people he met that might warrant him being willing to meet someone he didn't remember. Was it part of whatever shady people he talked about before?

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Noah chuckled at the woman’s complaints, though rather than the fact he’d taken a photo at all, she seemed more annoyed that he hadn’t provided her enough time to pose. She went on to argue that she was too tan for the North Pole, implying she was more Oompa-Loompa than one of Santa’s little helpers, and Noah laughed as she tried to turn the height joke back on him. How cute.[break][break]

Pulling out her own phone and snapping a pic of him was less cute, even if he played along and quickly threw up a cheesy grin and a peace sign when she did it. He didn’t love the idea of being on some random chick’s camera roll, but hey, there was nothing particularly incriminating about it (as long as the night didn't go extremely south). And he’d started it.[break][break]

“I like clouds. I’m the saint of them,” he mused before lifting his drink to his lips. Though, thinking about it, maybe the joke wouldn’t make sense if she didn’t know his last name. Did she even know his first name? There was a very real chance he’d given her a fake one… He shrugged. “Most people ignore the beanstalk and go straight to climbing me, hence the precautions I’m taking this evening.”[break][break]

Punctuating that statement with a wink, he then briefly leaned down to snatch the karaoke tablet from the table, scrolling through the list of songs available before humming and looking over at the woman again instead.[break][break]

“Okay, Elfie, time for a sing-song.” He held out the device to her with a quirked brow. “What are you picking?” Perhaps her song selection would trigger a memory, help him remember who she was. Or perhaps she’d simply be good enough at singing for him to make the assumption that they’d met while drunkenly serenading a bar together. It wouldn't be the first time.

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