Post by mitch on Feb 22, 2008 4:10:11 GMT
TAGGED: Dominique McKinnon
[M] Slightly Mature Content And Language
Not wanting to go all the way to San to get drunk for the night he took the other route then went to the Nuit Noir. He was not going to go there to dance at all he was going to go there to drink. So he got dressed in a white button up shirt and normal dark blue jeans that fit his form perfectly. He put on his normal boots to match the outfit then his black coat and took the things from his dresser. Wallet, keys, lighter and his pack of cigarettes and dashed out of his apartment. He locked up then took out a cigarette to calm him down as he would walk to the dance club. Was a cold night which he didn't mind at all he would get to the place in no time since he lived kind of close. When he arrived there was a huge line outside and he stopped looked at the line then shook his head. "Fuck that." He remarked in a mumble and shut his eyes then opened them. In that split second his power went on to pause everything like a video tape.
He put the cigarette out in the ash tray in front then stepped over the velvet red rope then head up the stairs. Cheating, yeah he was always a cheater in all aspects in life, which is why he went by the stand where you pay then didn't pay. Instead he walked inside the place then right to the check in stand. He grabbed a hanger behind one of the peoples working there and then hung his coat on it. Then he took the claim ticket without paying for anything smirked, put his coat in place. When he walked away after adjusting his shirt he unfroze time then the music began to bump again, people moving around. At least he saved himself some money before he would hit the bar. His blue eyes looked curiously around which he did catch some females attention then smirked slowly. They looked at him and turned to one another then giggled lowly since Mitch wasn't bad looking.
He shook his head a little then went to the bar then he bite his bottom lip wondering what to order. Since he was not really in a good mood he planned on getting smashed tonight. Get hammered then latch onto some female's hips at the end of the night, be on the dance floor. He thought that sounded a hell of a lot funnier then going to the smelly pub and playing some poker. He had enough money to last him two months on rent, food and other leisure items that he required. After a moment of contemplating he opened his mouth then began to lay down the order. "Give me a double shot of a red headed slut." He waited for his drink to be made up and when it came to him he looked at the red colored drink. He paid the bartender then took the shot easily in one shot. "Get me another and stronger." He asked nicely as he slid back the empty shot glass.
Basically the double shots were like two normal shots and he was having yagermeister which messed you up more. So when he got his second double shot he took that one quickly and knew he would be done. Too much of yager would not be agreeable even to the strongest mans stomach. So he did not want to push it and would just drink beers the rest of the night. Since he knew that beer would not upset the yager. They would get along especially if you go mix it with Heinekens which are nice and smooth lager. He stood there for a moment then he took out a cigarette then lit it since you can smoke at the bar of the club. But you can't smoke out on the dance floor since it was a hazard to do it. He took a long drag from his cigarette then finally took a seat when one cleared up near him. "Yeah just a Heineken now." He remarked then set down the money for the shot and the beer. He pulled the nearest ash try to him then he sat there calmly then looked around at the music.
They were playing some trance crap for now which they did alternate between rock, trance, techo and even some hip hop music. Like he cared he was not really there to dance he was there for alcohol. Also he was there for some partner who'd be as equally as drunk as him for the night. Already he can feel the buzz coming along which was a good thing. He wanted to get drunk and out of the sober sense right now since he has been paranoid lately. Some man scared the pants off him one night ago and knew something about Jim. Mitch swore he saw his brother die in front of him but heard nothing about it on the news. So he was so confused and still paranoid someone was after him for some reason. Smoking his cigarette slowly he ran his other hand on his beer then took a small sip. Biting his bottom lip he was wishing the alcohol would run in him faster but he didn't want to make himself sick. That would be bad especially since the night was only so young still, though it was 10pm at night.
[M] Slightly Mature Content And Language
Not wanting to go all the way to San to get drunk for the night he took the other route then went to the Nuit Noir. He was not going to go there to dance at all he was going to go there to drink. So he got dressed in a white button up shirt and normal dark blue jeans that fit his form perfectly. He put on his normal boots to match the outfit then his black coat and took the things from his dresser. Wallet, keys, lighter and his pack of cigarettes and dashed out of his apartment. He locked up then took out a cigarette to calm him down as he would walk to the dance club. Was a cold night which he didn't mind at all he would get to the place in no time since he lived kind of close. When he arrived there was a huge line outside and he stopped looked at the line then shook his head. "Fuck that." He remarked in a mumble and shut his eyes then opened them. In that split second his power went on to pause everything like a video tape.
He put the cigarette out in the ash tray in front then stepped over the velvet red rope then head up the stairs. Cheating, yeah he was always a cheater in all aspects in life, which is why he went by the stand where you pay then didn't pay. Instead he walked inside the place then right to the check in stand. He grabbed a hanger behind one of the peoples working there and then hung his coat on it. Then he took the claim ticket without paying for anything smirked, put his coat in place. When he walked away after adjusting his shirt he unfroze time then the music began to bump again, people moving around. At least he saved himself some money before he would hit the bar. His blue eyes looked curiously around which he did catch some females attention then smirked slowly. They looked at him and turned to one another then giggled lowly since Mitch wasn't bad looking.
He shook his head a little then went to the bar then he bite his bottom lip wondering what to order. Since he was not really in a good mood he planned on getting smashed tonight. Get hammered then latch onto some female's hips at the end of the night, be on the dance floor. He thought that sounded a hell of a lot funnier then going to the smelly pub and playing some poker. He had enough money to last him two months on rent, food and other leisure items that he required. After a moment of contemplating he opened his mouth then began to lay down the order. "Give me a double shot of a red headed slut." He waited for his drink to be made up and when it came to him he looked at the red colored drink. He paid the bartender then took the shot easily in one shot. "Get me another and stronger." He asked nicely as he slid back the empty shot glass.
Basically the double shots were like two normal shots and he was having yagermeister which messed you up more. So when he got his second double shot he took that one quickly and knew he would be done. Too much of yager would not be agreeable even to the strongest mans stomach. So he did not want to push it and would just drink beers the rest of the night. Since he knew that beer would not upset the yager. They would get along especially if you go mix it with Heinekens which are nice and smooth lager. He stood there for a moment then he took out a cigarette then lit it since you can smoke at the bar of the club. But you can't smoke out on the dance floor since it was a hazard to do it. He took a long drag from his cigarette then finally took a seat when one cleared up near him. "Yeah just a Heineken now." He remarked then set down the money for the shot and the beer. He pulled the nearest ash try to him then he sat there calmly then looked around at the music.
They were playing some trance crap for now which they did alternate between rock, trance, techo and even some hip hop music. Like he cared he was not really there to dance he was there for alcohol. Also he was there for some partner who'd be as equally as drunk as him for the night. Already he can feel the buzz coming along which was a good thing. He wanted to get drunk and out of the sober sense right now since he has been paranoid lately. Some man scared the pants off him one night ago and knew something about Jim. Mitch swore he saw his brother die in front of him but heard nothing about it on the news. So he was so confused and still paranoid someone was after him for some reason. Smoking his cigarette slowly he ran his other hand on his beer then took a small sip. Biting his bottom lip he was wishing the alcohol would run in him faster but he didn't want to make himself sick. That would be bad especially since the night was only so young still, though it was 10pm at night.