RPA: Smokescreen/ Bow,Shadow, White_wolf

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Sun Nov 25, 2007 11:21 pm

((Modern day, fictional large city, Nightclub/bar setting, night. Make an opening "Getting to know you" post.))

It was one of those nights when one felt like walking, temperate and cool with a slight breeze that held the scent of the sea. It was also a night for meetings, indeed there was no better place than a nightclub for first accounts.

The Golden Goose Nightclub was a veritable scar on the face on the prestigious northwest side of Sidon’s Gate. It was a block of black brick with high ceilings; overly ornate silver trimmings threaded the building like the laces of a giant boot. The club was a lump of coal compared to the turn-of-the-century buildings that were situated under the humming yellow lights of south 14th street. Kurt was staring at a structure that appeared very unassuming, perhaps it held a Maredo, with its comfortable leather chairs and beyond cordial waitresses.

Nevertheless, looks can be deceiving in regards to women and with this club. The entrance was out of the way, like in any club and moving with crowd that shuttled to door he saw the doorman was a stout, rapist type. Kurt nodded to himself as the doorman sized him up. After his flight from Munich he had traded in his utility “out” suit for a much more refined, moderately priced Tallia Uomo, Sappado number in black. His shoes were new Zelli, San Lucus’s and though buttery soft, still required breaking in. The German reached into his pocket and concealed a hundred dollar bill in the palm of his hand. Now the dance. ‘Say fellow nice to see ya, how's everything?’ If done right one could get in just about anywhere. The doorman opened his hand, blinked and put the two hundred dollars in his chest pocket and gave Kurt a nod.

Goddamn new money! It always stuck together and now that clod could buy the company of any teenage girl or confused young boy he wanted. It was for the greater good, be established, make friends, and complete your duty. He saw some of the random patrons, more like amorphous blobs in the dimly lit hall and he at once hated the seemingly alive haze that hugged the air. When he got to the main level it was as he expected; standard brassy techno blared, but from what sounded like rather pricey speakers. The patrons though, astounded him. He saw them clearly now, varied folk from every part of the social strata. Hardened souls, dressed for what appeared to be a fight, pushing past a grouping of blue haired girls in short plaid skirts. Achromatic twenty-somethings talking through pierced lips to chic looking, ‘well-to-do’s’ as their drinks were refilled at the bar. It was such an odd mix.

He walked to the bar and ordered a Becks, it was going to be a long night he thought as the beer appeared as if by magic. He gave the tender an obligatory head nod and a twenty. The German went to the task of making note of the tableau before him. He didn’t want to admit it but the ambiance was growing on him, he drank in the phantasmagoria along with his beer and sighed contently.

lovely_white_wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lovely_white_wolf** on Wed Nov 28, 2007 12:28 am

Sitting in a small booth in the far left corner of the club, Katrina sat with her friends. She looked up as the door opened and a man walked in. She could tell he was new to the club. Tossing her jet black hair out of her face, the lights danced across the red streaks like fire. I suppose you could call her a *Goth*, though she never liked the term. She wasn't really much to look at, but she was pretty in her own right. Not too skinnny, but far from fat, she had a few guys after her and this was a regular spot. She loved to dance.

She wasn't sure exactly, what made this guy stand out, but she wanted to find out. She caught his eye, grinned, then dropped hers. The invitation was made.

((ooc: By the way, I am a college student and finals are coming up. I'm going to try my best to post at least once a day, but after the 15th of Dec. I'll definatly be posting often. Sorry about all that.))

shadowseraph · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **shadowseraph** on Wed Nov 28, 2007 12:59 am

Andrew sat in the back of the club in the booth he usually reserved for meeting his clients, sipping a glass of wine. As always he took note of every patron who entered from behind his dark smoked sunglasses. Nothing too remarkable about this one besides that he was new here. Glancing around the club with the beginnings of frustration, he ran a hand through his slicked back black hair and checked his watch. where was the client he was late and that made him nervous.

leaning back he sipped a bit of his wine to calm his nerves, and looked out over the dance floor in an attempt to take his mind off the nervousness.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Wed Nov 28, 2007 1:01 am

lovely_white_wolf wrote:Sitting in a small booth in the far left corner of the club, Katrina sat with her friends. She looked up as the door opened and a man walked in. She could tell he was new to the club. Tossing her jet black hair out of her face, the lights danced across the red streaks like fire. I suppose you could call her a *Goth*, though she never liked the term. She wasn't really much to look at, but she was pretty in her own right. Not too skinnny, but far from fat, she had a few guys after her and this was a regular spot. She loved to dance.

She wasn't sure exactly, what made this guy stand out, but she wanted to find out. She caught his eye, grinned, then dropped hers. The invitation was made.

Well this would be a fine transitional post, that is, a post written after the initial one. It simply needs more content. An opening post should be at the very minimum three paragraphs. One could get away with two paragraphs if he or she were a literary gangster dealing in prose like a suicidal Russian novelist.

When you said you were with your friends, go off on a tangent; let the reader know why they are your friends, or why you are there with them. Nothing like an intricate bio or anything, but a nice little description of what they are wearing, drinking, etc…anything that would be interesting.

Noticing the character, you stated that he was new to the club. How did you know this? Expand on that, maybe his mannerisms or perhaps your character has a brand of telepathy, so just the simple act of a person walking in is like a sign to you. Develop that comment.

“Tossing her jet black hair out of her face, the lights danced across the red streaks like fire.” This sentence could be clearer, red streaks on what. The table? The glasses? Obviously you mean the hair is highlighted, however the flow of the RP relies heavily on the prose written so make said prose as crisp as possible.

Rewrite it, adding content and clearer sentence structure and post again.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Wed Nov 28, 2007 1:14 am

shadowseraph wrote:Andrew sat in the back of the club in the booth he usually reserved for meeting his clients, sipping a glass of wine. As always he took note of every patron who entered from behind his dark smoked sunglasses. Nothing too remarkable about this one besides that he was new here. Glancing around the club with the beginnings of frustration, he ran a hand through his slicked back black hair and checked his watch. where was the client he was late and that made him nervous.

leaning back he sipped a bit of his wine to calm his nerves, and looked out over the dance floor in an attempt to take his mind off the nervousness.

Ok Shadow, very concise post and therein lays the problem. Details are always a good thing. You mentioned wine, watches and sunglasses…are these objects generic things? That is to say, name brands are not required but they add a “pop” to RP, a touch of realism if you will. What kind of wine was it? White, red, a port? Perhaps your character is British and you are drinking a precocious little sherry? The watch, just a watch? Some knock-off bought for a 20-euro note in Zurich. Expansive descriptions can be poignant without being verbose.

How did your character know that this man was new? He being a patron that could make such a distinction should have commented as such, perhaps you never saw him before ever or he had an oddness about him you noticed. I can understand being vague, not to give out too much or information that will be revealed later in RP but keep in mind the initial post sets the mood for the whole body of work.

Rewrite this again with description and depth. Feel free to go into an exposition that tells of what you did yesterday or why you are meeting a client in a dance club, surly not to buy candy.

TheBronzeBow · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TheBronzeBow** on Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:18 pm

Jan entered the Golden Goose. Usually her friends went there, but tonight, she was looking for a man. Jan, a tall and thin women, with black hair and green eyes was date-less. And her friends told her this was a great club to look for possible dates, young men usually came here a lot. With this in mind, she strided in the club, in a black dress.

Batting her eyes at all the young teens who looked at her, she strode to a empty booth. Settling down her purse, she scanned the scene. Leather seats, blinding red disco lights, groups of whiney, teenager girls, and blaring music. The surroundings was a typical, young adult gathering arena. Thankfully for Jan, the men were at least twenty years, for Jan was twenty-five years old.

Jan sighed, and flicked off the hair that obscured her vision. She narrowed her eyes in search of someone older than twenty, that looked mature. She spotted a guy near the bar, ordering a drink. Handsome enough, she thought. Grabbing her poofy, beige purse, she strutted up to the bar counter. Playing it cool, she swiped a seat next to the guy, and ordered a drink.

"Hi cutie."

OOC: Let me know if this needs changing, sorry it's overdue, I couldn't think of a character that wouldn't be me, at a nightclub.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:24 pm

TheBronzeBow wrote:Jan entered the Golden Goose. Usually her friends went there, but tonight, she was looking for a man. Jan, a tall and thin women, with black hair and green eyes was date-less. And her friends told her this was a great club to look for possible dates, young men usually came here a lot. With this in mind, she strided in the club, in a black dress.

Batting her eyes at all the young teens who looked at her, she strode to a empty booth. Settling down her purse, she scanned the scene. Leather seats, blinding red disco lights, groups of whiney, teenager girls, and blaring music. The surroundings was a typical, young adult gathering arena. Thankfully for Jan, the men were at least twenty years, for Jan was twenty-five years old.

Jan sighed, and flicked off the hair that obscured her vision. She narrowed her eyes in search of someone older than twenty, that looked mature. She spotted a guy near the bar, ordering a drink. Handsome enough, she thought. Grabbing her poofy, beige purse, she strutted up to the bar counter. Playing it cool, she swiped a seat next to the guy, and ordered a drink.

"Hi cutie."

Ok, well as I said before you have meter and length at a grasp, mind you that it is an ulnar grasp so let us see if we can get that radial grasp everyone wants. This might seem meticulous and trivial but it’s one of those foibles that make a writing piece unrefined. Subject verb agreement and weak sentence structure can be hazards that cannot be avoided in chat-based role-play. However in forum based RP, they should never happen, that is unless one is going for a desired dialogue effect. Starting a sentence with “and” might be fine for some but to me it looks like a bloated seal carcass covered in whale vomit. There are better transitional words than “and” so feel free to get those puppies out.

In the first paragraph alone there are some kinks that can be hammered out. The problems are not bad things that one should cry over and turn upward his or her snotty face to a lord that does not care, but rather simple punctuation and sentence augmentation would do the job well. I make it a practice not to write out other’s work I think it’s demeaning and condescending. That being said, I will as an example write out a paragraph written in your manner and then the way it should be written.

“Greg entered the bar. If he had friends they would always come there but this afternoon he was on a mission. Greg was short and squat, riddled with scars and low self-esteem, today he was not drunk. And his mother had said this was a fine pub to get drunk, as many losers like him did that very thing. With his mother’s voice fresh in his head he walked into the bar in a yellow shirt.”

Not just like yours but close enough for comparison. Now, the refined paragraph.

“Greg entered the bar on a mission. His mother had told him about the place in one of their frequent talks. She had said it was the perfect place to get drunk since kept within was cretins and slobs. She added if he had friends they would go there. Were Greg a smarter man, he would have surmised that was a slight directed towards him. However, Greg was neither a smart man nor a smart dresser. He stepped into the place clad in second hand threads, a yellow t-shirt that read “Let’s Talk Turkey 1993” was his attempt at style. His mother, along with the gifted shirt also bestowed upon him a laundry list of social maladies from agoraphobia to a fear of touching. Greg’s paunchy exterior and scared face from a squirrel attack, did not help his self-esteem much either.”

Not the work of Keats or Du Maurier but an idea. Just dust off the work dotting, crossing and post the finished product.

TheBronzeBow · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TheBronzeBow** on Tue Dec 04, 2007 8:34 pm

OOC: Ok, here's another attempt. Sorry if the 'and' thing really bothered you, I never thought it was something that shouldn't be used at the beginning of a sentence. Also, some words are misspelled, if I find the correct spelling for them, they will be changed ASAP.

Jan entered the club. Her acquaintances had told her about the place in their frequent get-togethers. They had said that it was the perfect place to find a man to date. She just needed to look hard enough to find someone. Unfortunately, Jan's previous attempts of dating were usually disastrous, thus why she was still twenty-five, and single for most of the year. Having this kept in mind, she tried to dress for best, in a short, sleeveless, black dress, with bright red lipstick, and matching red sandals. She strided into the club.

After gaining entrance to the club, she started batting her thick mascara-d eyelashes at all the young teens who looked her way. She strode to a small and empty booth. Sitting down, and settling down her poofy, beige, purse, she started to scan the scene. There were smooth, leather seats all around-with groups of whiney teenager girls sitting in them-, on the dance floor people danced to blaring techno music, and blinding red disco lights. The surroundings fit the description for a typical, young adult gathering arena. However, the club reeked of boring, she did not know why her friends had suggested this place.

Jan sighed, and flicked off some bang hair that obscured her vision. She narrowed her eyes in a rapid eye-dance search of someone older than twenty, that looked mildly mature. She suddenly spotted a German guy near the bar, ordering a Beck. Handsome enough, she thought. She snatched her purse, opening it to reapply her lip stick. Finished, she strutted up to the bar counter. Playing it cool, she swiped a seat next to the guy, and ordered a small red wine.

"Hi cutie."

lovely_white_wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lovely_white_wolf** on Tue Dec 04, 2007 9:57 pm

Smokescreen wrote:
lovely_white_wolf wrote:Sitting in a small booth in the far left corner of the club, Katrina sat with her friends. She looked up as the door opened and a man walked in. She could tell he was new to the club. Tossing her jet black hair out of her face, the lights danced across the red streaks like fire. I suppose you could call her a *Goth*, though she never liked the term. She wasn't really much to look at, but she was pretty in her own right. Not too skinnny, but far from fat, she had a few guys after her and this was a regular spot. She loved to dance.

She wasn't sure exactly, what made this guy stand out, but she wanted to find out. She caught his eye, grinned, then dropped hers. The invitation was made.

Well this would be a fine transitional post, that is, a post written after the initial one. It simply needs more content. An opening post should be at the very minimum three paragraphs. One could get away with two paragraphs if he or she were a literary gangster dealing in prose like a suicidal Russian novelist.

When you said you were with your friends, go off on a tangent; let the reader know why they are your friends, or why you are there with them. Nothing like an intricate bio or anything, but a nice little description of what they are wearing, drinking, etc…anything that would be interesting.

Noticing the character, you stated that he was new to the club. How did you know this? Expand on that, maybe his mannerisms or perhaps your character has a brand of telepathy, so just the simple act of a person walking in is like a sign to you. Develop that comment.

“Tossing her jet black hair out of her face, the lights danced across the red streaks like fire.” This sentence could be clearer, red streaks on what. The table? The glasses? Obviously you mean the hair is highlighted, however the flow of the RP relies heavily on the prose written so make said prose as crisp as possible.

Rewrite it, adding content and clearer sentence structure and post again.

Hey, sorry it's been a while. I've had two tests and a big project due. I haven't had time to breathe lol let alone rp.

The strobe lights on the dance floor pulsed. A think layer of smoke could be seen above all the heads. Four girls sat in their usual booth in the far left corner of the club. They were students from the town University, and came every Friday to have a drink and unwind. One drink was all any of them ever had. It couldn't be a more diverse group of friends. There was a preppy looking (though in fact she was very nice) blonde named Stella, a sterotypical Goth girl (though there was more than meets the eye to this one) named Katrina, a normal looking but yet still pretty girl named Danielle and a slightly chubby brunette named Heather. They were sitting and laughing, having a good time.

Katrina tossed her jet black hair out of her face. The bright red highlights sparkled in the lights. She was dressed in a pair of black bondage pants from Hot Topic and My Chemical Romance shirt. A pair of worn black chucks adorned her feet. There wasn't anything really special about her, but everyone said she had a wonderful laugh. She was drinking her usual peach daqari. Taking a sip, she looked up just as a man came walking in. He looked foreign to her. And he seemed a little stiff, a little uncomfortable. She could tell he was probably new here. When he glanced around the room, they met eyes. She gave him a slight nod of her head in acknoledgement, and went back to talking with her friends.

"...Rect'im?! Damn near killed'em!" She had just caught the tell end of Stella's joke and while the other's were laughing, she was trying to figure out what was going on. "Katrina! Tonight's our night remember? No thinking about Justin. He's a bastard, you don't need him. Come on, let's go dance!" Danielle pulled her out of her seat and onto the dance floor. The group of girls laughed and started dancing.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Wed Dec 05, 2007 4:09 am

TheBronzeBow wrote:
Jan entered the club. Her acquaintances had told her about the place in their frequent get-togethers. They had said that it was the perfect place to find a man to date. She just needed to look hard enough to find someone. Unfortunately, Jan's previous attempts of dating were usually disastrous, thus why she was still twenty-five, and single for most of the year. Having this kept in mind, she tried to dress for best, in a short, sleeveless, black dress, with bright red lipstick, and matching red sandals. She strided into the club.

After gaining entrance to the club, she started batting her thick mascara-d eyelashes at all the young teens who looked her way. She strode to a small and empty booth. Sitting down, and settling down her poofy, beige, purse, she started to scan the scene. There were smooth, leather seats all around-with groups of whiney teenager girls sitting in them-, on the dance floor people danced to blaring techno music, and blinding red disco lights. The surroundings fit the description for a typical, young adult gathering arena. However, the club reeked of boring, she did not know why her friends had suggested this place.

Jan sighed, and flicked off some bang hair that obscured her vision. She narrowed her eyes in a rapid eye-dance search of someone older than twenty, that looked mildly mature. She suddenly spotted a German guy near the bar, ordering a Beck. Handsome enough, she thought. She snatched her purse, opening it to reapply her lip stick. Finished, she strutted up to the bar counter. Playing it cool, she swiped a seat next to the guy, and ordered a small red wine.

"Hi cutie."

Alright your length is awesome with way more detail than before. However, I’m not sure if, for sake of length, you added more words than necessary to pad out the post. Let me explain. “Jan entered the club” at the end of the paragraph… “She stridded into the club” I would take out the first part and then replace “the” with “a” when she recalls her friends telling her about the establishment. “…told her about A place…” Second, “stridded” is not a word, strode would be it but you used it several words later, “She strode to a…”

The fact that you called the man you spotted “German” would only be valid with say a sign around his neck denoting such. Perhaps if you had said you had heard him speak as he ordered the beer or something to that effect. Overall, I would say that weak sentences will be a problem for you along with redundancy but we can fix that over time. Good Job!

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Wed Dec 05, 2007 4:25 am

lovely_white_wolf wrote:
The strobe lights on the dance floor pulsed. A think layer of smoke could be seen above all the heads. Four girls sat in their usual booth in the far left corner of the club. They were students from the town University, and came every Friday to have a drink and unwind. One drink was all any of them ever had. It couldn't be a more diverse group of friends. There was a preppy looking (though in fact she was very nice) blonde named Stella, a sterotypical Goth girl (though there was more than meets the eye to this one) named Katrina, a normal looking but yet still pretty girl named Danielle and a slightly chubby brunette named Heather. They were sitting and laughing, having a good time.

Katrina tossed her jet black hair out of her face. The bright red highlights sparkled in the lights. She was dressed in a pair of black bondage pants from Hot Topic and My Chemical Romance shirt. A pair of worn black chucks adorned her feet. There wasn't anything really special about her, but everyone said she had a wonderful laugh. She was drinking her usual peach daqari. Taking a sip, she looked up just as a man came walking in. He looked foreign to her. And he seemed a little stiff, a little uncomfortable. She could tell he was probably new here. When he glanced around the room, they met eyes. She gave him a slight nod of her head in acknoledgement, and went back to talking with her friends.

"...Rect'im?! Damn near killed'em!" She had just caught the tell end of Stella's joke and while the other's were laughing, she was trying to figure out what was going on. "Katrina! Tonight's our night remember? No thinking about Justin. He's a bastard, you don't need him. Come on, let's go dance!" Danielle pulled her out of her seat and onto the dance floor. The group of girls laughed and started dancing.

Yea classes come first so no big deal. Well you did Good. Lots of details which is good, lots of spelling errors which is bad. “Stereotypical” “Acknowledgement” and “Daiquiri” popped out at me. Aside from that, a great initial post. Coincidently, I knew a chubby girl named Heather as well. Perhaps, either all Heathers are chubby, or its just the Heathers one tends to know are chubby. Think about that. Once again, good job.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Wed Dec 05, 2007 4:33 am

Ok guys great job the second time around! I’ll make sure to post rebuttals to each of you. In addition, the only players that exist are you and I. So not dialogue between any of you in game.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Fri Dec 07, 2007 12:43 am

TheBronzeBow wrote:
Jan entered the club. Her acquaintances had told her about the place in their frequent get-togethers. They had said that it was the perfect place to find a man to date. She just needed to look hard enough to find someone. Unfortunately, Jan's previous attempts of dating were usually disastrous, thus why she was still twenty-five, and single for most of the year. Having this kept in mind, she tried to dress for best, in a short, sleeveless, black dress, with bright red lipstick, and matching red sandals. She strided into the club.

After gaining entrance to the club, she started batting her thick mascara-d eyelashes at all the young teens who looked her way. She strode to a small and empty booth. Sitting down, and settling down her poofy, beige, purse, she started to scan the scene. There were smooth, leather seats all around-with groups of whiney teenager girls sitting in them-, on the dance floor people danced to blaring techno music, and blinding red disco lights. The surroundings fit the description for a typical, young adult gathering arena. However, the club reeked of boring, she did not know why her friends had suggested this place.

Jan sighed, and flicked off some bang hair that obscured her vision. She narrowed her eyes in a rapid eye-dance search of someone older than twenty, that looked mildly mature. She suddenly spotted a German guy near the bar, ordering a Beck. Handsome enough, she thought. She snatched her purse, opening it to reapply her lip stick. Finished, she strutted up to the bar counter. Playing it cool, she swiped a seat next to the guy, and ordered a small red wine.

"Hi cutie."

Kurt mindlessly tapped at the bar and drank his beer watching a football match on the little television hanging on the wall behind the bar. It was a game between Manchester City and New Castle, the score was nil - nil and more than likely remain as such for the duration of the game. The club was blatantly urban chic and he wondered why soccer played at all. Several drinks later he had cracked the case and found out the tender was Welsh.

He also found out the woman was a talker. She had been engaged twice, dated rarely and had two children. Kurt groaned. Single mothers were damaged goods in his mind. The woman was really not his type, too small in hip and lacking in conversational skills. He politely sipped his beer as she droned on about her bastards. As the tender finished up a woman slid into the seat next to him and ordered a red wine. Kurt turned when she acknowledged him.

She was classically styled. A simple black dress that was a staple but lacked imagination. “Cutie? Perhaps.” He smiled and found his eyes drift to her lips. Red lipstick was appalling to him and he found himself stammer a trite greeting. “Um, red wine to match the red lips?” Oh god, he thought. Her lips were like staring at the sun.

Smokescreen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smokescreen** on Fri Dec 07, 2007 12:48 am

lovely_white_wolf wrote:The strobe lights on the dance floor pulsed. A think layer of smoke could be seen above all the heads. Four girls sat in their usual booth in the far left corner of the club. They were students from the town University, and came every Friday to have a drink and unwind. One drink was all any of them ever had. It couldn't be a more diverse group of friends. There was a preppy looking (though in fact she was very nice) blonde named Stella, a sterotypical Goth girl (though there was more than meets the eye to this one) named Katrina, a normal looking but yet still pretty girl named Danielle and a slightly chubby brunette named Heather. They were sitting and laughing, having a good time.

Katrina tossed her jet black hair out of her face. The bright red highlights sparkled in the lights. She was dressed in a pair of black bondage pants from Hot Topic and My Chemical Romance shirt. A pair of worn black chucks adorned her feet. There wasn't anything really special about her, but everyone said she had a wonderful laugh. She was drinking her usual peach daqari. Taking a sip, she looked up just as a man came walking in. He looked foreign to her. And he seemed a little stiff, a little uncomfortable. She could tell he was probably new here. When he glanced around the room, they met eyes. She gave him a slight nod of her head in acknoledgement, and went back to talking with her friends.

"...Rect'im?! Damn near killed'em!" She had just caught the tell end of Stella's joke and while the other's were laughing, she was trying to figure out what was going on. "Katrina! Tonight's our night remember? No thinking about Justin. He's a bastard, you don't need him. Come on, let's go dance!" Danielle pulled her out of her seat and onto the dance floor. The group of girls laughed and started dancing.

The man drank his beer with Germanic abandon. He could drink like a champion but his weakness was a bladder the size of a plum. Not a good plum, those of which the fruit stand guy tries to sell you. This was a tiny plum maybe the size of a large grape. Regardless, the pinch in his groin told Kurt he needed to make water and with expedition.

The club was packed and as he pushed past the wall of bodies, he caught an elbow to his spine delivered by a woman that had the girth of three women. Kurt noticed her jowls slick with sweat or grease maybe a little of both as she told him to watch where he walked. He found the direct way to the lavatories hopeless and made a beeline across the dance floor.

Even there people danced comically close due to lack of movement space. He started muttering ‘excuse me’s’ and worked his way slightly off from the center when he slammed into a woman after dodging some guy dancing a modified Charleston or something resembling such. She was dressed down, sneakers and a t-shirt advertising something he had never heard of. She had placed festive red highlights in her dark hair, which disarmed the girl. With the right styling, black hair had the power to destroy worlds. “I’m sorry are you alright?” Standard apology. Kurt would dust off no charm until he had an empty bladder.

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