Unwanted Fame
WHO: Ali and Conner
WHEN: Tuesday October 12th, night time
WHERE: random club
WHAT: “Hey aren’t you that sexy guy from that commercial?” “…. Shite. Can I get another Jack on the rocks?”
RATING: A for a-a-a-a-a-alcohol baby~
Conner savored the long draw of his beer, grimacing at the sub par flavor. Honestly he could have stayed at the pub and gotten good quality or even just stayed in his flat but he needed a change of scenery. Cash, ID and phone on him he’d hoped into a cab and picked a name from the top of his mental list, a place he rarely frequented. As he sat here in the crowded and noisy club, a fag in one hand and a shitty beer in the other, he remembered why he didn’t frequent it, or clubs in general.
“Oi, can ah git a dry Jack down ‘ere?” A pause and thoughtful look. “Make it a double.” He patiently finished his beer, keeping hidden in his little corner of the bar with his shoulders bunched and hair braided, hidden under the collar of his coat. There wasn’t much he could do about the eye patch but the less conspicuous he was the less he’d be noticed. With a still healing nose he didn’t really feel like running around from crazy hormonal women.
“There you go man. Hey aren’t you-” Conner snatched the glass away, glaring. With a curt, “No I’m not.” The glass was gone within seconds, another on it’s way.
WHEN: Tuesday October 12th, night time
WHERE: random club
WHAT: “Hey aren’t you that sexy guy from that commercial?” “…. Shite. Can I get another Jack on the rocks?”
RATING: A for a-a-a-a-a-alcohol baby~
Conner savored the long draw of his beer, grimacing at the sub par flavor. Honestly he could have stayed at the pub and gotten good quality or even just stayed in his flat but he needed a change of scenery. Cash, ID and phone on him he’d hoped into a cab and picked a name from the top of his mental list, a place he rarely frequented. As he sat here in the crowded and noisy club, a fag in one hand and a shitty beer in the other, he remembered why he didn’t frequent it, or clubs in general.
“Oi, can ah git a dry Jack down ‘ere?” A pause and thoughtful look. “Make it a double.” He patiently finished his beer, keeping hidden in his little corner of the bar with his shoulders bunched and hair braided, hidden under the collar of his coat. There wasn’t much he could do about the eye patch but the less conspicuous he was the less he’d be noticed. With a still healing nose he didn’t really feel like running around from crazy hormonal women.
“There you go man. Hey aren’t you-” Conner snatched the glass away, glaring. With a curt, “No I’m not.” The glass was gone within seconds, another on it’s way.