[Party Log] Here We Go

[darkreddreams]

Jessie is waiting for tomatoes to land on her head.
Sorry.
By the way, some of the descriptions are left vague so that everyone can insert their bits of creativity in. =)

NOTE: 
I have been getting questions about this so here goes:
This log is set in an artificial time frame. Which basically means that this log will forever be at SEPT 5 until the

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[an_oralfixation]

By the time Genma arrived outside the building, he was already half-way to being drunk, body comfortably numb from a handful of codeine painkillers and had a half-bottle of Bell's whiskey stashed in his coat pocket. Mentally, he was in a shambolic state, but he didn't look half bad if he said so himself - he'd thrown on a pair of black low-slung corduroy jeans, baggy yet not so much that they were no longer flattering. They sat low on his hips, his gunmetal grey shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing a long strip of lightly-tanned skin. He had a length of black twine tied around his neck, a few beads and a glossy black stone strung onto it. Genma had finished off his 'outfit' with a a pair of worn-out looking black and white converse on his feet. In all, he'd been pretty pleased with how he looked as he'd walked out of his front door, senbon needle firmly clasped between white teeth.

As soon as he stepped through the entrance before him, he was going to go hunting for the nearest bar. Itachi had been downright ridiculous in his demands for all employees to attend, at a risk of having their pay halved if they didn't. As it was, Genma couldn't afford to let that happen - he was already struggling to make ends meet at the moment. He knew he had a problem; he was buying painkillers by the bottle load every few days and he was going through at least a bottle of shitty, 17.5% vodka mix a night. So, Itachi had backed him into a corner. The only good thing about tonight was the free bar - at least he'd be able to drown his sorrows in style.

"Fuckin' bastard." He muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his increasingly ginger-hued hair, scowling. The Californian sun was wreaking havok on his hair colour. "Hey, Lee, right? New security guy?" He grinned, finally stepping close to go inside.