~I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you, and I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you~
Life's been hard on Dione Davies, driving her to the verge of death, from which she's been saved almost by a miracle. Leaving her past behind to...
This club is so our type of place, not too big nor too small. It's just perfect. It is an open one-room concept rectangle area with very dim red neon lighting. There are dark brown oxford leather couches all over the room, except the center of it, and in front of every couch there's a black leather chest-like table. In the center of the club is a hardwood dancefloor area, and at the left side of it there's a dark wooden bar with stools in front of it, in the same colour with the couches. In front of the dancefloor, at the center of the left wall, is a small stage, which is now occupied by a very skilled DJ, and at the far right there are 2 red doors, which I imagine lead to the restrooms. Around the room you can see brick columns matching the walls of the whole club, and on these columns are hanging neon phrase signs, which is so fucking cool. The aesthetic of this place screams rock 'n' roll and I'm living for it.
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The downside of the situation is that the place is literally packed. There are people everywhere, so the only place available for us is to stand by the bar and maybe, if we are lucky, we'll find some stools. But I wouldn't want to sit anyway, I came here to drink and dance and blow off some steam. Plus dear Rita, who is currently gawking at the place as well next to me, didn't miss the opportunity to inform me on our way here that she carries a big fat blunt in her pocket. Another reason I love her. She always has weed.
After we finally find a place to stand by the bar, we order our drinks. We don't plan on getting totally wasted tonight, so shots are out of the table. As we drink our vodka-cranberries, which are quite strong, I give the place one more look and my eyes stop in front of me. At the couch on the platform opposite from us are sitting two guys that are surrounded by way too many women. On the table in front of them there are so many liquor bottles that it is impossible for me to count.
The guy that sits on the left is playful with the girls, he's drinking and joking with them. He has short dark blonde hair and a killer smile, his lower half face is covered with a light stubble, he is quite muscular and to be honest, he seems the kind of person that is really fun to be around. Just like Rita.
The other guy though is the complete opposite. He sits back totally relaxed and drinking occasionally from the glass on his hand, that I'm assuming is whiskey because of the colour of it. He seems completely unfazed by the models surrounding him and he's very serious. His brows are slightly frowned like he's in deep thinking, or he's mad about something? I can't tell for sure. His face is captivating. Light-coloured eyes, they have to be blue or pale green, perfectly heart-shaped plump lips and a sharp strong jawline to die for.
Fuck he's hot. His chestnut-coloured hair drops on his shoulders in curls with the front parts swept back. He wears a plain grey t-shirt, skinny black jeans with rips on the knees and gold ankle boots. Bold. He's very muscular as well. The lighting is very dim and I can't figure out the exact shape of the many tattoos he has on his left arm, but they seem very random.
