09-25-2014, 11:05 AM
Bas pulled his vintage 2020 cherry red Camaro up to the club. He was pretty pleased with it. Had that big muscle car look that he loved, all beefy and heavy in the front, like a panther or leopard ready to pounce. That generation 5 look was unlike anything else. Lot'sa the other guys went for the new stuff with their more futuristic sleeker thin lines and lights and colors. But he liked the old look. Seemed classy to him. Hardcore too.
Once the engine shut off, the sounds of music were audible coming from the club. It wasn't too loud, though, which was good. They'd be able to talk to people. A few people hung around the door smoking and chatting and firtling. He pulled the collar of his jacket up and opened his door. "This is a pretty cool place. In the day time this it's more tame. It's not really a club. More of a lounge bar and junk. There's some dancing, but it's not all people come here for."
He grinned. "Lotsa cute girls out though. Girls night out, bachelorette parties, stuff like that. And where there are girls, there are douchey guys."
He laughed. "Hey, we're here aren't we?"
They exited the car and made their way to the entrance. The guy at the front looked at him and just nodded him in. He had a bit of a rep here, especially since he joined the Mordvinovs, which suited him just fine. Once inside, the music was louder and there were spheres of light breaking up the ambient darkness. Sounds of laughter and talking hummed, while smells of food and drink and hints of perfume and cologne touched the air. It felt like home. He nodded to one of the tables along the wall. Instead of there being chairs, there were plush couches. From there they'd be able to take in the room and see what they could see.
The server girl came over- a leggy thing that probably thought she looked like a model, though was far too thin for his taste. He liked his women to look like women, not barely slightly curvy boys. What'd they call it? Heroin chic? Pretty face though.- and he ordered a bottle of chilled vodka and a lemon rimmed glass with a platinum icer in it. It would keep the drink chilled without diluting the pure flavor. She turned to Nox for his order while he surveyed the club and also kept an eye out for the Weasel.
Once the engine shut off, the sounds of music were audible coming from the club. It wasn't too loud, though, which was good. They'd be able to talk to people. A few people hung around the door smoking and chatting and firtling. He pulled the collar of his jacket up and opened his door. "This is a pretty cool place. In the day time this it's more tame. It's not really a club. More of a lounge bar and junk. There's some dancing, but it's not all people come here for."
He grinned. "Lotsa cute girls out though. Girls night out, bachelorette parties, stuff like that. And where there are girls, there are douchey guys."
He laughed. "Hey, we're here aren't we?"
They exited the car and made their way to the entrance. The guy at the front looked at him and just nodded him in. He had a bit of a rep here, especially since he joined the Mordvinovs, which suited him just fine. Once inside, the music was louder and there were spheres of light breaking up the ambient darkness. Sounds of laughter and talking hummed, while smells of food and drink and hints of perfume and cologne touched the air. It felt like home. He nodded to one of the tables along the wall. Instead of there being chairs, there were plush couches. From there they'd be able to take in the room and see what they could see.
The server girl came over- a leggy thing that probably thought she looked like a model, though was far too thin for his taste. He liked his women to look like women, not barely slightly curvy boys. What'd they call it? Heroin chic? Pretty face though.- and he ordered a bottle of chilled vodka and a lemon rimmed glass with a platinum icer in it. It would keep the drink chilled without diluting the pure flavor. She turned to Nox for his order while he surveyed the club and also kept an eye out for the Weasel.