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Glasslands

Jan 28, 2008 17:27

Who: Dylan Hurst [The Miller's Son] and Nava Catzen [The White Rabbit]
When: Backdated to Saturday night
Where: Glasslands, Brooklyn
What: Yellow Swans are playing!
Status: In progress
Rating: Probably PG-13 with Dylan's mouth

( He'd never seen Yellow Swans live, which was reason enough for Dylan to venture out this Saturday night. )

dylan hurst, nava catzen

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sleeproot January 28 2008, 23:12:40 UTC

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d_carabas January 29 2008, 00:01:32 UTC

Dylan had just set foot in the club and was in the process of making his way to the bar when, once again, the tale-sensation came over him. Okay, seriously, they were everywhere. Groaning inwardly, he continued his progress and leaned against the bar, ordering a beer from the bartender before taking a moment to glance around.

There were a lot of people in the club and Dylan scanned the faces in the crowd, hoping to pinpoint where the sensation was coming from. The bartender returned with his drink, and Dylan paid him and took a long swig before resuming his search. It seemed impossible to locate one person (and the sensation was weak enough that he was fairly sure it was one person) in a sea of others, particularly one he probably hadn't met before. Maybe he'd just stay put for the moment and see if anyone approached him. Yeah, that was probably the best idea.

sleeproot January 29 2008, 03:51:58 UTC

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d_carabas January 29 2008, 04:07:35 UTC

Woah. Girl. Girl practically in his lap. Dylan blinked and belatedly held out a hand, ostensibly to help her and was suddenly hit once again with that familiar sensation, only this time it was stronger. Way stronger.

"It's fine," he managed to get out, while giving the girl a rather puzzled look. "Sorry, I should learn to keep my feet to myself." This was said without a trace of sarcasm or malice, as Dylan was sincerely embarrassed. "You okay?"

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