well honey, (whatcha got mr. mans)

Jun 21, 2011 07:28

WHO: ELECTRO and DAKEN
WHERE: A trendy club that Electro has no business being at.
WHEN: 6/21/11, evening
WARNINGS: A lot of hideousness, for sure. Just look at these song lyrics.
SUMMARY: Two smug douchebags walk into a bar. Write your own punchline, I'm tired.
FORMAT: PARA FOR THIS but then whatever you want.


When he'd still had hair and a face that looked normal under the yellow mask he got a lot less sideways looks than now, bald and tattooed and visibly over thirty-five. But Max had come a while from when that look was awkward and ill-fitting; he felt more at home now, as long as he stuck to close that complimented that things progressed a lot more smoothly. Jackets and tight pants were awkward club-wear, but wasn't the punk look in anyway?

Whatever. He'd just try to stop being self-conscious for five seconds. He liked clubs since Parker had gotten him to transition from simple bars. The energy shot around the room like fireworks and he could feel it pulsing in his fingertips, and the people were a lot more interesting. He knew he didn't look the part, but he also knew he didn't have to care.

max dillon | electro, daken | n/a

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