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Post by JOHNNY HAWTHORNE on Oct 28, 2016 7:13:46 GMT
Glass mugs collide like fists. Liquids range in color from golden brown to dark hazel, splashes of it falling on wood and cloth. Every seat is filled, and every body, and every gullet, is warm. Johnny isn’t a trainer in this moment, but a trader--of words, looks, in-jokes and memories--reminiscence with his former poke-mart co-workers is turning out to be the most pleasant of distractions, and the power of majority rule deems him the next one to fetch the whole of their drinks. He’s happy to be the bearer of good things. His stride breaks smoke, and turns a few heads. The atmosphere is thick with familiar variety. Flirting, fighting, and drunken rigamarole. Johnny raises a hand to catch the bartender’s attention as he steps to the counter. ”Another round for the table in the back.”Plenty of patrons catch the hero’s eye, but only one can be nearest to him. Proximity made for a good enough reason as any to speak to a person. Visible lack of contentment made for another. Johnny looks to the red-headed soul practicing as much, and casually adds more to his original order. ”And the next of whatever works for my friend here is on me…” He turns his attention to the young man, finally speaking to him directly. ”You look like you could use a drink. No offense.”
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Post by Trevor Knight on Oct 31, 2016 1:46:10 GMT
i am a lion and i want to be free lion do you see a lion when you look inside of me? MINE
Trevor’s eyes stayed on the table, his heart racing. He had come inside of the club to get a drink of water. Now he was trapped between a rock and a hard place as he had been forced to sit between a couple chattering aloud and a drunk woman who had been talking his ear off. His phobia had kicked in early, his heart was racing, his eyes were wide. “I-I don’t know where your Pokemon when mam.” he looked down at the table. The woman, eyed him and laughed as she walked away mumbling something about a lost meowth. What an off putting encounter that was. He had to remember that women were deceitful, one minute he had been talking to her about her lost Pokemon the next she could have mugged him pennyless, luckily he had mustered up the courage to decline her invitation to help her look by her car.
He cleared his throat, why, was he trapped? How did eh have a knack for getting trapped? He could barely walk as feminine eyes would always fall on him. He needed a hero and fast.
Footsteps caught his attention, “I-I don’t drink, but I could probably use one…” he couldn’t look up at the gentlemen his eyes were glued to the ground.
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