Post by Vincent Corgan on May 7, 2007 20:30:09 GMT -5
Flashing the fake ID in a swift quick manner, the entrance Bouncer, grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open letting himself along with a group of other people to head on in. Tricking bouncers these days had gotten so much easier. Or was it just the town. He wasn't sure but the clubs in L.A were a lot more thorough and checked everything. Good ol' LA. Then again, he doubted there were any gang bangers in London. If so, they probably weren't as tough as they made themselves out to be.
The music pumped loudly from the seemed to be million speakers, circling the outskirts of the room. A familiar song pulsed the room. It wasn't one of those songs you knew but the type that you've heard before, but could never place the artist or song title. Of course, though it was a dance song. Upbeat, techno-y, the type of stuff you could dance too. Some stuff he actually listened to himself on those... special days. The days he felt like dancing.
The crowd was dense, they always were at clubs (he would know). It was funny to see, it looked like they were trying to have a contest to see how many sweaty, dancing, hot people they could fit in one big room together. There was always those incidents though, like 'Hey buddy you touched my gal' a punch here or there, or 'Did you just touch me where' few slaps across the face, knees in the groin occasionally. You know, the usual.
Pushing himself through dancing couples, solo dancers and those dancers that float around, Vinny couldn't help but glance at the female 'floaters' as he called them. The kind of dancer he always found himself dancing with. Not that he was complaining or anything. To his disappointment , Vinny found himself standing in front of the bar. His second home. Smiling he took and seat in a bar stool and spun himself around so he was facing the counter.
"Bourbon Highball, Sam." Vinny ordered with a light slap of his hand on the wooden top. He wasn't sure if the bartender's name was Sam, he didn't even know the guy. He had seen it done before he had done it before. Just randomly call a bartender Sam. It was common.
Apparently no fake ID was needed here. Before he knew it the drink was set in front of him and was already half way gone once Vinny got a handle on it. Looking up at the bartender, he figured he'd give him his name. "Vincent- Vinny. Call me Vinny." He corrected himself with a small smile. He hated being called Vincent it was too.. classy. Vinny was more loose easy-going.
Twisting the bar stool again, Vinny turned himself to face the dance floor. Picking out his next dancing partner once he finished a few more drinks. Giving another shove, he turned back to his normal position, and returned his drink glass into his hand, resting his arm on the counter letting out a sigh. Come on Vinny, loosening. He begged himself to loosen up. He always was, but... maybe he just need a few more drinks.
The music pumped loudly from the seemed to be million speakers, circling the outskirts of the room. A familiar song pulsed the room. It wasn't one of those songs you knew but the type that you've heard before, but could never place the artist or song title. Of course, though it was a dance song. Upbeat, techno-y, the type of stuff you could dance too. Some stuff he actually listened to himself on those... special days. The days he felt like dancing.
The crowd was dense, they always were at clubs (he would know). It was funny to see, it looked like they were trying to have a contest to see how many sweaty, dancing, hot people they could fit in one big room together. There was always those incidents though, like 'Hey buddy you touched my gal' a punch here or there, or 'Did you just touch me where' few slaps across the face, knees in the groin occasionally. You know, the usual.
Pushing himself through dancing couples, solo dancers and those dancers that float around, Vinny couldn't help but glance at the female 'floaters' as he called them. The kind of dancer he always found himself dancing with. Not that he was complaining or anything. To his disappointment , Vinny found himself standing in front of the bar. His second home. Smiling he took and seat in a bar stool and spun himself around so he was facing the counter.
"Bourbon Highball, Sam." Vinny ordered with a light slap of his hand on the wooden top. He wasn't sure if the bartender's name was Sam, he didn't even know the guy. He had seen it done before he had done it before. Just randomly call a bartender Sam. It was common.
Apparently no fake ID was needed here. Before he knew it the drink was set in front of him and was already half way gone once Vinny got a handle on it. Looking up at the bartender, he figured he'd give him his name. "Vincent- Vinny. Call me Vinny." He corrected himself with a small smile. He hated being called Vincent it was too.. classy. Vinny was more loose easy-going.
Twisting the bar stool again, Vinny turned himself to face the dance floor. Picking out his next dancing partner once he finished a few more drinks. Giving another shove, he turned back to his normal position, and returned his drink glass into his hand, resting his arm on the counter letting out a sigh. Come on Vinny, loosening. He begged himself to loosen up. He always was, but... maybe he just need a few more drinks.