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So, a Japanese and an Italian Walk Into a Bar...

May 16, 2010 12:52

WHO: Feliciano, Kiku, Atthis, Emi, Vash (NOW OPEN! COME IN, SEXY 21 AND OLDER~)
WHEN: May 16th, Sunday. Late in the evening.
WHERE: Honda residence, Vargas mansion, sexy night-club/bar, Jack in the Box
WHAT: Having a dead granny is a real downer, but luckily Feliciano has the cure-all solution: clubbing! and crossdressing
RATING: C for ( Read more... )

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Hope you don't mind~~ salylimon May 21 2010, 05:58:08 UTC

Clubbing on a Sunday had never been something Emi would normally do. Friday's and Saturday's? Yeah, she could do that. But clubbing on a Sunday was never really a good thing for her - mostly because she often had school and work to deal with the next day and she would rather get some sleep in before facing the joys of life the following morning.

But Luciano's sudden arrival back into her life, along with everything else that had happened before his return, had left her feeling antsy and just...not herself.

So here she was, frequenting what was apparently some sort of gay bar/club on a Sunday night, only because she didn't want to stay home and face her housemate. But Emi knew one thing - if she was going to drink, she was going to stop right away. There was no need to wake up the next morning to find out she had gone home with someone. Again.

Legs crossed and elbows resting on top of the bar counter, Emi scanned the dance floor with faint interest. Maybe she could just de-stress by dancing? She didn't really care with who she danced with, really. Girl, guy, or...Asian hooker? She blinked, eyebrows raised as she watched what appeared to be some gaudily dressed Asian man (flashbacks of last year were starting to go off in her head) make their drunken way towards the dance floor with what looked like Romano's brother.

...interesting. Well, now to figure out what her first drink of the night should be.

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