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Post by CHARLES RAY SHEEHAN on Nov 25, 2011 17:09:03 GMT
A smile pulled at the end of his lips as she ran his hands through his brown hair, sorting out the small spikes on his head. Charles quickly checked himself out, making sure she looked good, that there were nothing on his clothing and that his hair looked good. He'd gone out like before, it was funny but not good when you're trying to pull someone. 'Right, let's get this night started.' Grabbing his phone, placing into his pocket, he headed to the door and slammed the door behind him. Like many nights, he went out by himself, he normally saw his friends there or he would just meet new people. His friends weren't really party people like he was, he knew he needed to friend a guy or girl friend to go to parties with. It would be a lot more fun for him but he just hadn't met that friend yet.
Charles listened to the sound of his shoes pounding against the floor as he made his way to Pete's. It was where he spent most nights, living his life to the fullest really. As he approached the club, he reached his hand out and pressed it against the door, putting his force onto it, he opened the door. His dark brown eyes panned across the club, it was pretty packed and he knew the first thing he had to do was to go get a drink. Slipping and sliding through the crowds, he would say excuse me but there is no point in a club. They'll either not here you or just ignore you like a bitch. Once he had reached the bar, he placed one of his elbows onto the table and lent on it. "Can I have a carlsberg please." With a nod, the waiter nodded back at him and wandered off to get his drink. He looked around him, 'No one I know here.' A gentle shrug fell from his shoulders before he looked back to see his drink in front of him. "Thank you, is it okay to put it on tab?" Charles asked before taking a sip from his beer and placed it back down onto the bar.
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