Post by Kima Wolf on Nov 3, 2011 10:34:35 GMT -5
NEW NIGHT
It's a new night in the Underground. And the line is actually thinner than usual on this cold November night. Several people stand outside, huddled together as they wait to enter the club. The bouncers bundled in their winter gear would usher people in a bit faster than normal. Inside, the house DJ spins the music choice of the night, techno, with a slightly bare dance floor. It's a strange sight to not see the club completely packed with people all grinding and gyrating on each other.
The bar is full though, with people sitting in just about every seat, but the bartender is used to this so for her, its nothing as she slides them down the counter, choosing a slower night to work on her flare bartending.
Back in the lounge, a meeting it taking place. Two men, and one woman. All of them were well dressed and seemed to have a darker, powerful aura about them as they seemed to be in deep discussion. It was, amazingly enough, a Templar, a Dragon, and a Illuminati. The security of the Underground also seemed to be on high alert to those who have been to the club before.
Darius is sitting at the bar fiddling with a cellphone. He looks up to the bar tender, frowning slightly as she brings him a drink and he pushes it away like a child.
“No! I like my mojitos made exactly as I said by placing mint leaves in bottom of glass. Add crushed ice, Captain Morgan Original Spiced Rum, sugar, and lime juice, and muddle. Add soda water and garnish with mint leaves. That is how I like my mojitos that one bartender woman Precious knows this she should be making them.” He said in his usual rapid fire speech.
It's a new night in the Underground. And the line is actually thinner than usual on this cold November night. Several people stand outside, huddled together as they wait to enter the club. The bouncers bundled in their winter gear would usher people in a bit faster than normal. Inside, the house DJ spins the music choice of the night, techno, with a slightly bare dance floor. It's a strange sight to not see the club completely packed with people all grinding and gyrating on each other.
The bar is full though, with people sitting in just about every seat, but the bartender is used to this so for her, its nothing as she slides them down the counter, choosing a slower night to work on her flare bartending.
Back in the lounge, a meeting it taking place. Two men, and one woman. All of them were well dressed and seemed to have a darker, powerful aura about them as they seemed to be in deep discussion. It was, amazingly enough, a Templar, a Dragon, and a Illuminati. The security of the Underground also seemed to be on high alert to those who have been to the club before.
Darius is sitting at the bar fiddling with a cellphone. He looks up to the bar tender, frowning slightly as she brings him a drink and he pushes it away like a child.
“No! I like my mojitos made exactly as I said by placing mint leaves in bottom of glass. Add crushed ice, Captain Morgan Original Spiced Rum, sugar, and lime juice, and muddle. Add soda water and garnish with mint leaves. That is how I like my mojitos that one bartender woman Precious knows this she should be making them.” He said in his usual rapid fire speech.