slutty, sweaty Frank?
idek, guys...
Hot from the sweaty skin pressing against his body from all sides, Frank pushes his way to the back of the club, panting with exertion. He can't hear anything over the thudding bass and the screeching guitars, not even the singer's voice. The music's not even good, but it's loud enough and chaotic enough to lose himself in. He wants a drink and a smoke, and a bed, but Mikey's probably not ready to leave yet, and Frank doesn't have his own car. He mops the sweat off his face with the already soaked hem of his t-shirt and scans the crowd for Mikey's stupid beanie. Frank bounces up on his toes a few times in order to see over the mass of people. He finally finds Mikey at the opposite side of the club, sitting at the bar with a few guys Frank doesn't recognize. By the look of the conversation, Mikey isn't nearly drunk enough to want to leave yet. Frank looks through the crowd again, wondering if he could share a ride or even a bed with anybody he recognizes.
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Hot from the sweaty skin pressing against his body from all sides, Frank pushes his way to the back of the club, panting with exertion. He can't hear anything over the thudding bass and the screeching guitars, not even the singer's voice. The music's not even good, but it's loud enough and chaotic enough to lose himself in. He wants a drink and a smoke, and a bed, but Mikey's probably not ready to leave yet, and Frank doesn't have his own car. He mops the sweat off his face with the already soaked hem of his t-shirt and scans the crowd for Mikey's stupid beanie. Frank bounces up on his toes a few times in order to see over the mass of people. He finally finds Mikey at the opposite side of the club, sitting at the bar with a few guys Frank doesn't recognize. By the look of the conversation, Mikey isn't nearly drunk enough to want to leave yet. Frank looks through the crowd again, wondering if he could share a ride or even a bed with anybody he recognizes.
ps: feel free to add to this...