Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 23:46:06 GMT -5
Jul 8, 2014 23:46:06 GMT -5
The club was especially crowded tonight, which surprised Yasuo. He visited the club often on Friday night's; people were getting off work, eager to drink, ready to have fun, and were, especially in good moods. He could easily entertain himself with the strangers he met on these nights. The club was always full on Fridays; however, tonight, they were especially crowded. Quickly, Yasuo realized why. The place was crowded with college girls who had flooded in after their classes had ended. He heard a couple girls babbling about finals and it all made sense. Finals had just ended and they were ready to let loose. Soon after the girls came, the boys followed after them, and thus, here we was, in a very crowded club.
It wasn't all that bad. He was not keen on crowded places; but, he found some sort of strange solace in this place. It was a place where he could walk over here and gamble, walkover there and drink, and then walk this way and hit on some hot girls. He was dressed in all black, aside from his white tie and the white collar of his undershirt sticking out. Something about suites made him feel indestructible.
He spent his first hour wandering the casino. He liked watching other people play and giving advice to strangers. He helped a man, who was clearly down on his luck, win all of his money back in a couple games of craps. He then taught a foolish woman how to play poker without losing like an idiot. She quickly nailed the poker face, going from a dunce to unreadable in a heart beat. She even invited him back to her room; however, Yasuo politely rejected her. His reasoning was a combination of the fact that she was tipsy and almost twice his age.
After his stroll about the casino, Yasuo wandered over to the bar. It was lit up with amazing black lights that made it shine through the darkness. Each bottle behind the bar was illuminated with all sorts of powerful blues, violets, reds, oranges, and greens. "Zyr Vodka on the rocks, please," he requested the bartender, setting some cash down on the bar top. The bartender flashed Yasuo a smile before scooping some ice and pouring his drink.
Yasuo took it happily and sipped it, slowly to savor each drop. He did not finish it right away, however; he rotated around on the bar stool and looked out to the dance floor. He was scanning, looking for someone to dance with. He did not know what it was, but something about dance floors created psychic connections. All it took was the right set of eyes and a pair of gorgeous hips. He took his time with his drink as he watched the people moving beneath the flashing lights.