well honey, (whatcha got mr. mans)

[electrouble]

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.

Comments

[lolverine]

Daken, by contrast, fit in easily. These were the people he always immersed himself in; the young and reckless, whirling in their cloud of perfume and alcohol and money. He could have been any one of them, with his artfully faded Italian jeans, a thin knit cap hiding his hair - and that was just how he wanted it. He had no interest in being identified. At least, not in the City.

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

[electrouble]

The man's voice to his side distracted Max from the mild electric pulse he felt whenever he clutched a cold drink, sparks crackling, fingers curledaround a shot of whiskey as he turned his head and arched his eyebrow. Instinctively, he assumed sarcasm.

"Yeah," he said, sneering mildly as he sipping his shot. "It ain't a starfish, if that's your next question."

[lolverine]

He was either very careless or very bold, Daken decided, watching the sparks with undisguised interest.

"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."

[electrouble]

"Yeah," Electro said, watching him curiously. Didn't seem like the guy was being sarcastic -- unless he was being really ambitious. "Name's Electro. What about you, I don't think I've seen you before."

He took another sip of whiskey and cocked his eyebrow. "I definitely would've remembered."