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.
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I got a lot of money (I don't see no keys in my hands) )
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He had no good reason for being here, either. San Diego had his base of operations, his money, his new contacts, and its own clubs, and it was too early to drop in on Selina, even if he was curious about this Tom guy ( ... )
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"Yeah," he said, sneering mildly as he sipping his shot. "It ain't a starfish, if that's your next question."
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"So you must be one of those - what do they call them - Imports, or whatever." He shook his head. "So stupid. Rugs are imported. People immigrate."
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He took another sip of whiskey and cocked his eyebrow. "I definitely would've remembered."
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