Clusterf*** Foursome

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Just because you're trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. It's a garbage can, not a cannot.

Clusterf*** Foursome Aug 5, 2015 20:21:33 GMT -5

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Post by Death on Aug 5, 2015 20:21:33 GMT -5

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I glance around, taking in the flashing lights of the dance floor and the gleam of the bar top, behind which dashes three bartenders back and forth.

Music is pumped in like the oxygen, infecting my body with the urge to dance. Beautiful women. Free drinks.

My kind of party.

(ooc: 5 sentence minimum and maximum y'all <3)

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Clusterf*** Foursome Aug 5, 2015 20:37:27 GMT -5

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Post by arctic on Aug 5, 2015 20:37:27 GMT -5

How did the male from District Eight even get here; he had no clue. Though that meant being out of that horrid detention center, which he didn't mind at all. His cellmate had scared him, freaked him out even. He'd look around, seeing a group with a bunch of bartenders. Where the hell is he?

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Let me show you my true colors ☆☆☆

Clusterf*** Foursome Aug 5, 2015 20:55:15 GMT -5

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Post by Muffinface on Aug 5, 2015 20:55:15 GMT -5

Slender fingers slip across the top of the beer, and a sigh slips through his lips. Not his normal bar, no, but still doable for writing. The bartender across the way slides him another bottle, his face turned down at the male who ~~probably~~ wouldn't tip. All of eighteen, with a job, and still he had his nose turned up at the lower working class.

What an asshole.

I won't apologize for the f i r e in my eyes

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back for tha summer

Clusterf*** Foursome Aug 5, 2015 22:21:47 GMT -5

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Post by flyss on Aug 5, 2015 22:21:47 GMT -5

QUADRYS DAIRENG LEXIG

With my head held drooped behind a scuffed and beer-filled glass, I can't help but wonder what external force willed me to stop here on my route of evening activities. Surely, I would have been smarter than to take myself to a bar on an evening where my body is drained from a day's worth of movement and my yawns can't be suppressed by will-filled mind, but when I pull the bitter liquid up to my lips and swallow, the thought seems to simply drift away.

From the corner of my eyes, I can see others- some conversing and some not- and their vision seems to land on me even when it doesn't. It's almost as if the longer I sit there, the more I wish to shed my feelings and drink myself to unconciousness in my spot, but I know that Pentys waits for me patiently at home, and if I allow myself to reach the state of drunkenness that I so desire, things won't go well between the two of us. I couldn't do that to him, even if I had before; it's certainly different once the desire has faded into pure buzz.

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