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Post by britt2 on Mar 30, 2011 2:19:00 GMT -5
  Damien had only been here for maybe an hour, and he was already rather fucked up. But that was probably because of the drugs he had been taking all day. He was still functional, yes; Never would he allow himself to go out in public if he wasn't....but he was pretty faded. It was the only way he really knew how to let himself relax anymore. After all, he was kind of a cold blooded killer. It wasn't easy to relax with the job he had. Even now, he had to be aware of everyone around him. You never know who might be an order member anymore.
He scanned the room, making sure no one was watching him. Damien was leaning against a wall, drink in hand. He didn't much feel like dancing, He'd probably just fall on his face anyway. No, for now he'd just stand here and get more messed up off of this drink. It was only a matter of time before he got bored and moved on to another place, or just went home. Only time would tell which option he'd take.
Damien took a rather large gulp of his drink, finishing it. He set the glass down on the bar and walked away, looking for someone or something that would catch his eye. It wasn't a particularily difficult task, as Damien wasn't picky with the people he socialized with in clubs. But on this night it was proving to be more difficult than usual. No one really interested him, and he was starting to get bored of this place.
He sighed as he entered the second room, flopping himself down in an empty chair and proceeding to wait for something, anything really, to happen. |
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Post by rkoangel2 on Mar 30, 2011 3:49:14 GMT -5
Riley entered the club even though she was actually underage. She didn't care. She was not one to stick to the rules anymore anyway. She had become a little troublemaker over the last year or so. She knew it was unfair on her brother who was doing his best. She looked around carefully before heading to the bar and grabbing a drink.
She carefully made her way across the room and tried to find a seat. She felt comfortably in these surroundings and was looking for a good time. She didn’t care what Randy or Nathan thought. This was her idea of fun. She was glad her parents were out of the country.
She found nothing that was interesting to her in the slightest in the room and decided to check out the second room. The petite blonde managed to traipse herself through the people and to the next room. She had decided to wear a black dress with tights and heels and a leather jacket. She loved her rocker style and it worked for her. Looking around, she spotted a guy sitting by himself. She decided to go talk to him. Well that was better than hang by herself. She moved closer before saying “Hey, You don’t mind me joining you do you? I’m Riley. And what’s your name?” She took a sip of her drink while she waited for a response. She just hoped she was talking to someone who didn’t care that she was only fifteen years old.
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