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Post by daniel grey on Sept 13, 2009 15:30:41 GMT -5
Danny sat on a barstool in the Underground night club, leaning his elbows on the bar lazily. He was already pretty damn wasted. Why was he here, anyway? He tried to think back to that morning.
He had arrived in this place at some ungodly hour in the morning. Jet lag sucked, he had decided, and had forced himself to go to sleep. Hence his body clock was all screwed up and he had woken up mid-afternoon. Unable to find anything better to do, he had raided his alcohol stash (the only thing he had unpacked so far) and managed to drink an entire bottle of vodka. Neat. Vodka, in his opinion, was the best type of alcohol in the universe.
Then, he had gotten on his skateboard and wheeled along the footpath to the first club/bar/place with alcohol he could find. He had then stumbled over to the bar, sat down and began his long night of drinking until he could no longer think straight. The 'voices' had been particularly bad today and he was sick of them. Alcohol tends to make thoughts incoherent, even the hallucinations, apparently.
Danny sighed and downed another vodka shot, sliding the glass back over to the bartender who refilled it. He didn't really feel like getting up and dancing or anything; he felt like just lying on the bar and drinking on his own all night. Meeting new people had always been something he was.. Pretty bad at. He usually ended up pissing people off by saying the wrong things. Sometimes, he attempted to make friends. Other times, he just looked for someone to hook up with for the night. Right now, he didn't really feel like doing either. There was always tomorrow.
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed, downing another shot and receiving another refill. He figured he'd have to try and meet new people some time or later, just... He could put it off for now. Danny crossed his arms on the bar and leaned forward, resting his head on them and watching the people on the dance floor.
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Post by landon miles carter on Sept 13, 2009 16:05:48 GMT -5
Landon raked his hand through his naturally messy blond hair. He then tugged at it in all places to just give it that added messiness. Hed gotten a text earlier from some of his friends he usually went clubbing with to get his scrawny little ass down to the underground. Though he resented the scrawny ass comment even if it may possibly be true. At that thought he turned slightly so he could check his ass out in his full length mirror. Its not all that scrawny... he reached behind himself to squeeze his ass. Its grabbable and thats what counts. he licked his lips and then turned to his closet, debating on what in the hell he was going to wear.
Really he should have gotten dressed first before he had done his hair. He was a little backwards today, oh well as long as the night looked up he could bounce back. Not like he would have to do much fixing to his hair if it got messed up from pulling a shirt over. Or he could just wear a button down. With that in mind he found a black button down and then pulled it on leaving the top couple open before pulling on a pair of nice fitting jeans. He lifted the bottom of his shirt up to look at his ass again. Yeah the pants definitely worked for him. dropping his shirt again he gave himself one more look over before giving a nod of approval.
Landon could be such a girl sometimes and getting ready to head out was one of those times. Not only did he have to dress and powder himself because yes he liked to make sure he was fresh clean and smelling delicious, not to mention it made his skin feel really soft. In any case you could bet he takes about and hour or two to get ready and so he wasnt even sure if his friends would still be at the club. They tended to be easily distracted, but it wouldnt matter, he knew hed probably find something else to keep him entertained. He rarely relied on anyone specific.
The club was hopping, and people were dancing everywhere. On the dance floor against the walls, against random people. That was one of the reasons he liked the underground. People just didnt give a shit. They did what they wanted where they wanted and when they wanted. There wasnt a band tonight, but the DJ was at least decent. He played decent music and that meant shit you could actually dance to and tolerate, so that was a plus. After getting himself a few drinks, vodka based because to him vodka was the best,especially the UV vodkas. He didnt give a shit if people called him girly for liking girly drinks, the fact that it tasted good and did its job was all that mattered. It wasnt long before he was being pulled into the throng of dancers. Landon liked to dance, he thought he could shake his ass pretty damn well. Shakira eat your heart out!
After near an hour of dancing Landon was parched. He made his way through all the sweaty bodies, which GROSS. He didnt give a shit about the fact that he could possibly be sweaty as well or that sweating was a natural side effects of dancing. The fact was he had way too many bad experiences with sweaty dancing people. Mostly involving in guys with their shirts off and sweat flying all over the place. yeah it was that bad, Landon hadnt even thought that was possible. The only sweat he wanted on himself was his own, unless it involved sex then meshing was okay.
Landon finally managed to get to the bar and he ordered himself a cherry vodka with pineapple juice. Really you wouldnt think it would be good, but it is. He glanced along the bar, his eyes falling on the person next to him. His brows rose. "You look like you're going to pass out... or are bored out of your mind.' he tilted his head just a bit studying the guy. Not bad...
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Post by daniel grey on Sept 13, 2009 16:36:58 GMT -5
Hmmm. How long had he been here now? Truth was, he had absolutely no idea. Sometimes he was able to work out the time based on the amount of drinks that he had consumed, but tonight he seriously had no idea. Probably wayyy too many.
Danny frowned to himself. He didn't feel too drunk. As in, 'im going to throw up/pass out/fall over' drunk. It was more of a 'fhrjnfdkfnkg' drunk. His thoughts were all over the place. The kind of drunk where it's hard to concentrate on something (other than your drink) for longer than three seconds. However, that might be the 'sitting' illusion. Many, many times had he said 'I'm totally fine! I'm sober!' whilst sat down, and then stood up and promptly realised he had forgotten how to walk and fallen flat on his face (and then more than often remained there for the rest of the night).
Coughing, he sat upright and downed another drink and received yet another refill, not quite ready to leave yet. He had nothing to do back home, he was still bored and he was no where near tired yet. Maybe he should attempt to do some socialising here. It'd help pass the time.
Half of his hair was sort of flattened from lying on it, so he rubbed at it with his free hand, his other hand propping up his chin. He watched the people on the dance floor, still debating over whether or not he should go and attempt to meet some people. Damn, he was bored, but he also wasn't a lover of dancing either.
Sighing, he rested his head back on his elbows. A couple of minutes passed before he realised that there was someone now sat next to him, and if his ears were not deceiving him, they were talking to him. He blinked slowly before raising his head and turning to face the other guy. Hmmm. Time to see how bad his slur was.
"...Bored out of my mind," he groaned and downed another shot. The slur wasn't as bad as he was expecting. "Dunno anyone and I can't be arsed to dance right now." He figured he should at least provide a sentence to inform the guy on why exactly he was sat drinking himself to death on his own.
He fully turned in his seat to examine the guy. He had short brown/blondish hair and was dressed in a button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Danny suddenly felt a bit under-dressed for only wearing a t-shirt with skinny jeans, but brushed that thought away. 'Who cares?
His brain frantically scrabbled for something to say to the guy. He honestly couldn;t think of anything. Danny sucked at meeting new people. When drunk it was even harder.
"You're hot," he said bluntly. It was a great ice breaker and hella funny to see people's reactions, he thought. Half of the time they freaked and then left as quickly as possible. Danny found it hilarious. He smirked to himself and turned back to his drink, wondering what this guy's reaction would be.
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