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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 20:36:00 GMT -5
((Random title, I know.))
Jack moved into the bar, slipping past security with a flash of a fake ID. A simple flick of the wrist was all that was needed, and the guards wouldn't complain. This made it all the more easy to sneak into bars and clubs whenever he had the fancy; and often he did.
He stood just inside with hands in pockets, waiting for Willow to follow him in. He took this time to survey the scene, taking note of the heavy dance crowd and the packed bar area. This didn't matter to him. He rarely dance - he wouldn't want to wrinkle that suit of his - and the bar was pointless when their were so many waiters buzzing around.
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 23:06:18 GMT -5
Willow stepped inside, her eyes never leaving Jack. She showed her ID to security, not caring how hard they looked. She moved on and stood beside him for a minute. The bar was packed, the dancefloor crowded, not that she danced, and a bunch of drunk idiots musing about. She looked up at Jack expectantly, wondering what his plans would be for this evening. She straightened out the white and blue skirt quickly, and fixed her solid blue top. Flipping her hair back, she scanned the place for anyone familiar.
ooc: Yea, just a little.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 23:17:03 GMT -5
Jack watched some middle-aged man trying to hit on someone he knew from college, and chuckled a bit. Ah how funny perverts could be. He turned his attention to Willow and grinned. He wondered what she usually did at clubs. Would she expect him to ask her to dance? God he hoped not. He was horribly uncooridinated when trying to dance, considering he didn't want to move for fear of wrinkling his carefully ironed suit. But whatever; who needs to dance when their is expensive drinking to be done, refined glasses of champagne to be drunk?
He nodded in the direction of a quiet table towards the back, then began to stroll in that direction.
"Let's go sit."
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 23:23:58 GMT -5
Willow followed. The last thing she wanted to do was dance. She used to spend her time drinking and having fun with friends, but that time had passed. She wanted to experience it again, to be carefree. She watched the girls dancing, wearing the slutiest clothes they could and making it work. Older men would weave among them. She hoped she wouldn't be one to be targeted. She watched where Jack was going, a small table towards the back with hardly a sould around it.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 23:34:38 GMT -5
Jack sat, allowing himself to sink into the soft leather and just relax. He signaled to a waiter, a familiar face; this kid had served him before. It was the teacher's pet, the suck-up, the do-gooder. If there was one thing Jack hated, it was those who obsessively did well in everything, those perfectionists. Jack couldn't bring himself to treat such people with more than minimal politeness. And with this treatment he ordered his usual glass of Clos du Mesnil. He then turned to Willow and looked at her questioningly, waiting for her to order.
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 27, 2006 16:47:39 GMT -5
Willow ordered one her favorites. Pessac Léognan. A very..."special occasion" type of wine from Bordeaux, France. She looked out, once again, to the floor. Drunken idiots, girls that couldn't be more than 16, and many servers sucking up to every other rich snob about. She turned back to Jack, "I'm guessing you come here....alot?" She said, raising her eyebrows.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 27, 2006 16:53:44 GMT -5
"I just moved here, so I'm sort of trying everything out. I do like this one, and probably will end up coming here a lot more."
Jack really didn't have a preferance. Any place that had soft seats where you could sit and drink for long periods of time was fine with him. He wasn't picky, unless the whole place was swarming with nerds. How could he enjoy his champagne when everywhere he looked geeks and losers were running around in suspenders and glasses? It was dispicable, totally disgusting. Any club that didn't censor those kind out had some serious issues.
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