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Post by Zavi on Nov 10, 2008 0:39:46 GMT -5
He danced with any and all. He danced with boys, girls...and some who could honestly have been either. The best thing about it? No matter how much he sweated, the Japanese gel didn't let go of the spikes of hair on the back of his head. He could dance his ass of and still look good, and wasn't that the point of a dance club?
Back at home in Egypt, where Zavi's British father was studying really old rich dudes wrapped in really old toilet paper, these were sparse and frankly no where near as amazing. His hips swung like they were detached from his spine, and he screamed the words to the songs he actually knew.
Sure, he had to take care of what's his face...That guy from the...thing..."Saint Jimmy" Or something. One of those twins. That could wait. He was busy having the time of his twenty years, his black leather pants squealing deliciously with each movement.
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Post by Zavier on Nov 10, 2008 0:41:29 GMT -5
ooc: THAT WAS ME.
XD Sorry I forgot to log in. x.x
I fail, yes.
BIC:
He danced with any and all. He danced with boys, girls...and some who could honestly have been either. The best thing about it? No matter how much he sweated, the Japanese gel didn't let go of the spikes of hair on the back of his head. He could dance his ass of and still look good, and wasn't that the point of a dance club?
Back at home in Egypt, where Zavi's British father was studying really old rich dudes wrapped in really old toilet paper, these were sparse and frankly no where near as amazing. His hips swung like they were detached from his spine, and he screamed the words to the songs he actually knew.
Sure, he had to take care of what's his face...That guy from the...thing..."Saint Jimmy" Or something. One of those twins. That could wait. He was busy having the time of his twenty years, his black leather pants squealing deliciously with each movement.
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Post by Saint on Nov 10, 2008 1:13:24 GMT -5
**XD you don't fail babe. welcome to the boards (:**
The man in question, "Saint" Jimmy McGinnis, leaned against the bar of the club, sipping a Dirty Redheaded Slut on the rocks, and watching the people on the dance floor. He never felt really comfortable in places like this, and it was only the fact that he really wanted to get into this girl's pants that he'd agreed to come here. When she'd deserted him to dance, he had decided to cling close to the bar and suck down as much alcohol as he could hold. Anything to alleviate the feeling of claustrophobia at being in a room with so many hot, sweaty bodies. "Christ, the things y'do for love... or lust," he murmured, finishing the last of the liquid in his glass and motioning with a jingle of ice cubes for another. "Ah, Declan, you'd be laughin' your ass off at me if you were here right now."
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Post by Zavier on Nov 11, 2008 20:12:21 GMT -5
Even though he had several photos and loads of information on Saint Jimmy, Zavi had failed to notice that his target was in the same room that he was. He was usually quite alert and perceptive, but who doesn't slip up a little on a few drinks bought thanks to a fake ID?
Overheated but not in the slightest worn out, Zavi retreated back to the bar to grab another cocktail of sorts. "Surprise me," he said to the bartender, and he ended up with something quite delicious, whatever it was.
He found himself standing next to a rather attractive man who was murmuring to himself. He looked oddly familiar, but in his drunken state Zavier couldn't place where he knew the dashing fellow from.
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Post by Saint on Nov 11, 2008 20:42:48 GMT -5
Jimmy turned his head, pausing in mid-sip to look at the guy who had come up beside him. He saw the leather pants first, then worked his way upwards, pausing as he saw the ruby color of the liquid in his glass. "Ah, he gave ya a Slut too, eh?" The cocktails he'd consumed showed only in the fact that his Boston accent, the one he'd worked so carefully to lose, was resurfacing. Next thing he knew, he'd be sayin' "cah" and "bah". "What brings you to this heah bah?" Dammit, too late. He snorted laughter, slugging back the last of his liquor and waving for a fresh one.
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Post by Zavier on Nov 13, 2008 23:01:50 GMT -5
Zavier took the fact that the man's eyes were running up his body as a compliment, and he raised an eyebrow, smirking. The man's question, however, threw him off. "A...slut? No, but I could use one right now!" laughing deeply, he turned to face the man, leaning on the bar. He could have sworn he knew this guy from somewhere, but where? "I wanted to try some American clubs," was his response to the next question, and he decided to pop one of his own. "What's your name, sir?" He inquired.
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Post by Saint on Nov 13, 2008 23:58:33 GMT -5
"The bahtendah gave ya a Dirty Redheaded Slut," Jimmy chuckled, sipping his drink. He looked at the guy, a little wary of giving out his real name. Spies were supposed to always be a little paranoid, after all. But eh... "Name's Jimmy. And you are, my new friend?"
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Post by Zavier on Nov 24, 2008 20:18:32 GMT -5
Zavi nodded.
Wait. JIMMY?!
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
THIS was the guy he was supposed to get rid of? He was so... Irresistible. Beautiful.
He found himself unable to speak at all, and he was only able to wonder how we was supposed to extinguish someone he couldn't even speak to.
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Post by Saint on Dec 4, 2008 19:31:44 GMT -5
Jimmy grinned widely, turning on the Irish charm (or the blarney, as his dear old da had called it). "Cat got yer tongue, m'friend?" he purred, swirling the ruby liquid in his glass and watching as it caught the light, splashing crimson glow onto the face of the man who stood before him. "Or y' just not drunk enough to talk much?"
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