WHO: ELECTRO, THE HOOD, and DAKEN WHERE: A club (to start). WHEN: Wednesday... WARNINGS: Idk, will edit if necessary! SUMMARY: Everybody wants something. FORMAT: Quick...
[Elsewhere, in a tourist-ridden but otherwise chic section of Midtown, Daken stepped out of his hotel, two seconds from sending a text to Max. where are you right now was all it said: quick and to the point, but he didn't think Max would mind. Or Electro, whatever. Electro was funnier. He hit send and waited.]
I'm just thinkin', okay! Christ. It's not like you don't have the whole bar full of women to hit on. [ He said, a touch bitterly. ] Just find someone and--
[ His phone made a noise and he plucked it up, looking a bit surprised -- though less somber, suddenly. He sent a text back with their address. ]
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[ His phone made a noise and he plucked it up, looking a bit surprised -- though less somber, suddenly. He sent a text back with their address. ]
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