The water's getting higher and i need to breathe
Daniel really didn't know why he ever let his coworkers convince him to go out to a club. It had never been his sort of scene. He liked the quiet. He liked being outside. Something about being confined in a small, loud building with all that light and noise and bodies crowding in just felt... foreign. Like it was something he never should have found himself in. So while his Vet assistant was off trying to charm the ladies, Daniel was sitting at the far end of the bar, trying to politely excuse himself from a pair of over-zealous young women.
He had been drinking a little too heavily, plagued by that nagging sense of forgetting something so important, but never being able to remember what. It left a hollow in his chest that he tried to fill with alcohol.
Well. At the least it addled his brain too much for him to focus on it well. He was dressed for the occasion, even if not feeling in the spirit of it. His hair just spiked enough to not lie flat on his head, and a pair of well-fitted black slacks that matched the older-styled jacket. He was dressed a little too well, truthfully. It was apparently giving some of the less honest women the wrong idea, and he was desperately looking for a way out, glancing over their heads for any likely person he could latch on to and pretend to know.
He had been drinking a little too heavily, plagued by that nagging sense of forgetting something so important, but never being able to remember what. It left a hollow in his chest that he tried to fill with alcohol.
Well. At the least it addled his brain too much for him to focus on it well. He was dressed for the occasion, even if not feeling in the spirit of it. His hair just spiked enough to not lie flat on his head, and a pair of well-fitted black slacks that matched the older-styled jacket. He was dressed a little too well, truthfully. It was apparently giving some of the less honest women the wrong idea, and he was desperately looking for a way out, glancing over their heads for any likely person he could latch on to and pretend to know.
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There was always the option of staying in and winding down that way, but what was the fun in that? He enjoyed his no-strings-attached lifestyle so anything that came from partying was better than spending the night watching movies or porn on the flatscreen. (That made for a better Sunday evening, really.)
The night so far was going well; he pregamed before even hitting up this club so after a few rounds of shots with some chick he thought might be hot, he was in a pretty happy place. This was no exception even after he later accidentally bumped into some guy and spilled his drink in the process.
"Aw, man. You got your shirt in my drink."
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it's funny 'cause we're talking about boners in class
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takes shit seriously 2k13
Never takes shit seriously
What is serious even
Not something we are.
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