Post by dean on Nov 9, 2012 3:48:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] carry on my wayword son The door of a 67’ Impala shut as a figure emerged across the parking lot. He was tall, dark, and handsome—perfect for the place he was headed. The lights of club shined brilliantly in the dark sky, as the consistent boom of the speakers escaped out the front door. The dark figures exhale dissipated in the crisp fall air as he moved towards the door. He stood about six foot one, built thick with muscle but very trim. Today he was actually cleaned shaved and his short-cropped hair flicked about carelessly. Dean had that I don’t give a shit kind of look, and boy did it work for him. Digging his hands into his leather jacket he rose his shoulders, and shivered slightly. Winter was one its way quicker than planned. Boots fell against the concert as he neared bouncer who stood emotionless. Approaching him Dean gave a quick grin, thinking he would slip on past but of course has stopped by the bouncers arm holding the red rope, glancing down at Dean. Looking un-amused he asked with a husky voice, “How old?” Dean felt the sudden urge to be a smart ass but decided against it replying with a quick, “Twenty-five.” |
Brilliant colors shot around the room as the instant scent of alcohol, perfume, and smoke filled his lungs. It was the first time being in the club since he moved, so he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Taking a quick glance with his vibrant green eyes he nodded in approval. It was wide range of variety here but it seemed majority was more than acceptable. Young girls in tight clothes bounced around wildly as men hovered around them hungrily. Not feeling like competing at the moment in a dance off to bump and grind on some girl, he decided he need a drink first. Slipping through the crows he felt himself tense up instantly. A girl turned into and smirked grabbing him by the thin black t-shirt he was wearing and pulled him in close to her body. She couldn’t be any older than eighteen.
Her blonde hair danced around wildly as she pressed her almost bare breast against him as she screamed excitedly, “Yeah baby! Now the party’s startin’!” Dean smirked as she let her hand roll down his back and aggressively squeeze his ass. Shaking his head, he replied laughing, “Let me go get us a drink!”[/b] With that, the drunk girl shook her way to another guy danceing behind her just enough for Dean to squeeze out of the crowd to the bar. Shaking his head he took a deep breath and leaned against the bar. Instantly the bartender came to his side, Jack on the rocks.”[/b] The bartender nodded as he moved to grab his drink. Slowly Dean turned resting his elbows on the bar out looking the hopping club. Only twenty-five and was beginning to feel to old for this shit.
”Here ya go buddy.” The bartender replied. Dean turned and grabbed the cool glass and nodded his thanks and took a long hard swig on the whiskey. It barely burnt as it traveled down his raspy throat, thank to the many years of drinking. Wincing just slightly he placed his glass down and looked down one side of the bar and then the other. Maybe it was time to head into the crowd and pick himself out a nice little blonde to take home tonight. Looking at the crowd, he shook his head and turned back around to the bar and down the last of his Jack Daniels and replied loud enough to be heard of the music, “Another bar keep, and keep um comin’!”[/b] The bartender smirked and nodded. Dean knew it was going to be a long night and the only way to start it off was with enough alcohol to get him through it.
Dean walks.
Dean thinks.
“Dean talks."
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there will be peace when you are done
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