Post by rilen on Mar 27, 2010 20:03:38 GMT -5
He'd had a pretty long day dealing with business at the office, so he was quite desperate to have a drink and relax. Having heard about Privilige the club, he decided to give it a shot rather than find himself a bar somewhere and a dark corner where he could smolder in private. He didn't want to smolder, he wanted to get drunk, not always as easy as it sounded but it didn't matter to him. If it took twenty pints he wanted to get drunk, so he organised a limo for his transport that evening. When he got in the club which to him was just a tad melodramatic, but then he could remember saloons of old in the wild west as the silver screen now put it. Anything was a bit of a show boat in comparison to that he supposed.
He headed for the bar finding a bar man not far from him, even though he was made to wait, another thing he was not used to being made to wait for much of anything made him a little irritable when he finally did get served. "I'll take a pint of guiness or what ever ale you have here if you haven't got the guiness." he said slightly surly. "We have guiness." the man said he nodded and said he would take it.
Once he had paid for his drink he walked to the edge of what he hoped was the dancefloor and placed his drink down in front of him. While he watched the club and the people in it, relaxing for him was hard he always had an eye on potential threats to him... paranoid may have been an apt way to describe him. He liked to think of himself as simply being cautious.
He headed for the bar finding a bar man not far from him, even though he was made to wait, another thing he was not used to being made to wait for much of anything made him a little irritable when he finally did get served. "I'll take a pint of guiness or what ever ale you have here if you haven't got the guiness." he said slightly surly. "We have guiness." the man said he nodded and said he would take it.
Once he had paid for his drink he walked to the edge of what he hoped was the dancefloor and placed his drink down in front of him. While he watched the club and the people in it, relaxing for him was hard he always had an eye on potential threats to him... paranoid may have been an apt way to describe him. He liked to think of himself as simply being cautious.