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Post by javier on Feb 5, 2013 19:15:34 GMT -5
Javier arrived at the club ready for anything. He frequented this particular bar most Friday and Saturday nights. It became a favorite spot of his the first night he got lucky. It didn't take much to make Javier start a tradition.
He donned his traditional garb: a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up (dark blue this time), black pants, with a black leather belt and matching shoes. He checked his silver watch. He was a little earlier than he normally was, but it wasn't a problem. Javier didn't mind being alone for a while. It gave him time to think.
Javier nodded at the bouncer standing outside the door. He was a regular at this point and didn't need to flash his fake ID anymore. It was a relief to Javier. He didn't want trouble anymore than the next guy.
That club was fairly empty, but there were a few girls sipping on their first drinks of the night. There will be many more if I have anything to do with it Javier thought. Javier didn't like it when girls were black out drunk. It wasn't appealing to him. He wanted a girl drunk enough to throw away her inhibitions, but sober enough to remember it in the morning. He joked with his friends that it was an ego thing, but deep down he really wanted someone to stick around.
Javier walked up to the bar and sat down, back to the dance floor. Jack, straight up he replied to the bartender's silent question. Some nights were beer night, but tonight was a liquor night.
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Post by dylan on Feb 5, 2013 22:49:24 GMT -5
 Some nights, Dylan actually put forth some effort. He’d dress up, put on his best lady-killer smile, and go on the prowl. Not tonight. Tonight he was sitting on a busy street corner, his guitar in hand, playing for tips. His guitar case sat open in front of him, ready to catch whatever spare change passersby threw at him. As he strummed each note, he thought about singing along, but something kept him from doing that. Normally, he’d be doing something like this in the park with Zach, but tonight he’d left his stepbrother back at the school. Tonight wasn’t a night he wanted Zach tagging along to. It might’ve just been his impulses, but something told Dylan that tonight was going to be special.
Someone dropped a dollar into the case, and Dylan nodded at them. And then he fished the money out of the case, a total of $1.37, and an empty gum wrapper, and put the guitar away, slinging the canvas case over his shoulder. Dylan pocketed the money and wandered off in a random direction, letting his feet take over. His mind drifted to other things, like the school work he wasn’t doing, or the film project he wanted to start. Dylan thought about the song he and Zach were writing, and he thought about some auditions for a show a theatre near by was putting on. He’d considered going, but managed to talk himself out of it.
While most of the time Dylan was silly and impulsive, he did have the occasional moment of maturity. Soon, he stumbled upon a couple of people huddled outside a door, and stood behind them. He didn’t know why he was doing this, but something told him he should. Finally, he found out what the small queue was for: a nightclub. He’d never been to this particular one, but knew how things like this worked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his billfold, slipping the bouncer a large note and wandering in.
The place was mostly empty, save for a few girls Dylan might take a shot at. He wandered up to the bar, taking a seat next to someone he’d never seen before. Dylan heard the guy order straight Jack, and shook his head. The bartender looked at him, and Dylan shrugged. “I’m in the mood for a Kamikaze.” Dylan flashed his childlike smile, and knew it was obvious he was way too young to be there.
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Post by javier on Feb 6, 2013 10:10:00 GMT -5
Javier glanced at the man who now sat next to him. Scratch that. Javier glanced at the teenager who now sat next to him. Being young himself, Javier could instantly recognize another underage kid. He smirked when he order a kamikaze and laughed when he caught a glance of his huge smile. Could this guy be any more obvious? In all honesty, it didn't really matter. This joint didn't care all that much. The only way they'd throw you out is if you ran in screaming your age. This guy was pushing it a bit though.
Ever been here before? Javier asked the guy next to him. He already knew the answer, but he figured he asked anyways. The club was still in that limbo between girls drinking and girls getting tipsy. He could use a little conversation to pass the time.
Javier checked his hair out in the mirror behind the bar before turning around in his stool. He saw one older woman stumble out of the bathroom. Her makeup was smudged and he was clearly already gone. She bumped into a table and nearly knocked all the drinks off of it. She stared briefly at Javier and the man next to him before trying to located the door. Javier breathed an audible sigh of relief.
That woman is nothing but trouble. I think she's nearing 50 or something Javier made a disgusted face then realized his mistake. Unless you're into that or something ... He trailed off. I could use another drink.
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Post by dylan on Feb 6, 2013 23:07:15 GMT -5
Dylan smiled at the bartender when his drink was set in front of him. He was vagrantly flaunting the fact that he was a minor, just to see what happened. Dylan loved to push people’s buttons, to see what he could and couldn’t get away with. And it seemed tonight, he was going to get away with a lot. The guy next to him asked a question, and Dylan turned towards him, careful of the guitar still strapped to his back. “Hmm? Oh, no. Never been here before. And if I have, I don’t remember it. I’m only here for the floorshow.” Dylan gestured towards the girls behind them, getting tipsy. “If there’s one thing I enjoy more than dives like this, it’s the girls in dives like this.” Dylan smiled again. He was just fixing to get kicked to the curb tonight, it seemed.
When the guy next to him checked his hair in the mirror, Dylan resisted the urge to laugh. This place was going to turn out better than he thought...that is, until the drunk woman decided to stumble out of the bathroom. Dylan gave her a wide-eyed stare as she stumbled into a table, which she matched for a moment before wandering out the door. The guy next to him remarked that she was trouble. “Thanks for the heads up, man. And no. I might be into older chicks, but that’s a bit...extreme for me.” He glanced around the place again, zoning in on a girl with a couple of friends. “Nah, my type’s more like...that.” Dylan pointed, but quickly looked away so as not to be obvious, and took a swig of his drink. “You?”
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