i change shapes just to hide in this place (OPEN)
Sept 23, 2012 12:47:41 GMT -5
Post by Yuugiri Kashi on Sept 23, 2012 12:47:41 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] [/classy][classy=realicon]WORDS 468 TAGS OPEN NOTES Amsterdam = Amsterdamn hover [/classy]Bright lights shine down on the black top of the expansive roads weaving and twisting through Roppongi. Moving car headlights light up the crowds that travel in waves over the sidewalks. A considerably small man shoulder's his way through the crowds moving about, a bottle of beer dangling precariously through his fingers. Tonight was his night for bar hopping. Actually, that was every Saturday night. His phone buzzes in the back pocket of his ripped up cigarette pants and he pauses dead in the middle of the sidewalk. A man nearly stumbles over him, and shouts at him. Already partially trashed, he only straightens up to look at the man briefly with a near crooked glance. Grumbling to himself, Yuugiri shuffles off to the edge of the side walk, allowing other to pass him as he stares at his contacts. A few blurry and fumbling attempts later he silences the cellular to a mere vibrate and shoves it back into his pocket, allowing it to go off continuously with a constant barrage of emails, texts, and calls from his co-workers. They should've known better than to contact him tonight, but they seemed to attempt it regardless of the date. After all, weren't old men more capable of controlling a business than he was? Forcing his way back into the crowd, he realigns his lack luster posture and presses the bottle of beer to his lips for a brief moment. The liquid burns at the back of his throat as it begins to sink in, activating an almost numbing feeling. He smiles as tosses the bottle into a black trash can on the edge of a street corner before jogging across the crosswalk, trailing behind tourists and the drunken Americans. Slowing down behind the crowd he eventually wiggles his way into a club, the bouncer not even remotely pausing to check his ID. The inside of the bar looks dingy, almost caked with dirt, and internally he squirms, avoiding the realization of dust gathering on the cement slab flooring. The heat inside seems incredibly hgih with the quantity of people inside ever increasing. Sweat drips down his back, across the name along his spine, as he pushes himself onto a stool.Pushing frizzy hair out of his face he slinks towards the bar, and the bartender glares suspiciously at him. "I'll tip you well..." he says in a whispering tone, and the man lights up, quick to serve him. He smirks and slips a thousand yen towards the man. Yuugiri sinks back on the bar stool, still able to hold his own weight as he begins to sip at the drink, glancing around the chaotic bar. Chewing his lips, he considered the fact that he never had to bribe people to serve him in Amsterdam. Why'd he move back here in the first place? |
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