Post by Marco Arturo Romano on Nov 28, 2011 14:18:41 GMT -5
Marco parked the car in front of the club, ready to spend it finding some fun and what ever he could to forget. He had run into Addy the day before and like always, old wounds had been scratched open. Already when he entered at about nine, the music was going and there were a few people he knew. Heading towards the bar, he found himself sitting with his back to the wall, and looking out among the crowd, trying to find unerring victim that would be willing enough for some fun. He swirled around the bourbon in the glass, only the good stuff, and watched as the strobing lights created a dance atmosphere.
He wasn't into the whole dance scene, but it wasn't something that he would turn down either. Slowly, he found himself drawn to the dance floor, dancing with people, vampires, that he had never even met before. It was fun, the music and alcohol slowly intoxicating him beyond the point of no return. It was one of those days where he wasn't himself, and if anyone saw him now, it would be quite embarrassing moment. Not that he would care. He never cared about what happened at the club, one of his more frequent hang outs.