03-11-2013, 12:41 AM
(( Yikes. I meant to call him Clay, not Brad lol ))
Clay
Clay hummed to himself lightly as he examined the plastic cups and bags of ice. Nodding to some of the workers that helped in the bar, the male began to watch all of the guests as they poured in. With the music coming on, the lights began to dim. As the strobe lights and other lights came one, the male thought he was attending a rave. Not that he did not mind those that went to those kind of events, he was a tad old fashioned, preferring a much more subtler bar with the occasional drunkard that got into a losing fist fight. The male began to sniff himself for own hygienic purposes as a few women and men came to the bar. As with his own set of rules, women got drink free while the men had to pay. Liquor for them came free around Eleven. He was sure it would be free too since the drink being put up around that time was his own mix. He looked down at the dark red colored beverages chilling over in the cooler. His head shot up once someone had called his name. Recognizing the familiar tone, the male smiled for a few. "Hello bro." [/color]He simply did not know of what to say at the point as the two practically saw each other all day whenever Claude was not burying himself in a book and whenever Clay was not busy in the barn. The male watched as some of the other people began to pour in already drunk. The male pouted slightly. "Aww, look at that. They're already creating a party. I wonder how long it will be until they pass out, vomit, or do something else." It was not a wager of sorts. The male just wanted to know who would be "rulebreakers" out of the night.
Alex
Alex walked inside the mansion after having a heated debate among himself on if he should go inside already or not. With a break from the school around the corner, the male figured he had nothing else to lose for the moment. Go to a party, chill with friends there, possibly have a drink or so, spend a day on campus and the dorm to kill the hangover, and then make his way back home. He smiled and waved at a few familiar faces. The way the promotion cards were handed out around the campus, it did not come as a surprise to him. The male walked inside after a few drunkards had already stepped in. The slightest thing set them off, even with one of the girls leaning on the wall as she tried to dance to the music. Examining the DJ, the male thought about deadmau5. That Disc Jockey certainly had a nice head to wear around his events. Not seeing anyone he knew just yet, the male decided to go on and buy a drink. Eyeing the bar, he made his way over to it. With a simple gesture, the male greeted himself. "Hi...I'll umm take the green colored drink over there." Pointing slightly to the drink that was in a Hawaiian Punch bottler. Noting that a few others were walking around with it, he assumed it was the same one.
Clay
Clay hummed to himself lightly as he examined the plastic cups and bags of ice. Nodding to some of the workers that helped in the bar, the male began to watch all of the guests as they poured in. With the music coming on, the lights began to dim. As the strobe lights and other lights came one, the male thought he was attending a rave. Not that he did not mind those that went to those kind of events, he was a tad old fashioned, preferring a much more subtler bar with the occasional drunkard that got into a losing fist fight. The male began to sniff himself for own hygienic purposes as a few women and men came to the bar. As with his own set of rules, women got drink free while the men had to pay. Liquor for them came free around Eleven. He was sure it would be free too since the drink being put up around that time was his own mix. He looked down at the dark red colored beverages chilling over in the cooler. His head shot up once someone had called his name. Recognizing the familiar tone, the male smiled for a few. "Hello bro." [/color]He simply did not know of what to say at the point as the two practically saw each other all day whenever Claude was not burying himself in a book and whenever Clay was not busy in the barn. The male watched as some of the other people began to pour in already drunk. The male pouted slightly. "Aww, look at that. They're already creating a party. I wonder how long it will be until they pass out, vomit, or do something else." It was not a wager of sorts. The male just wanted to know who would be "rulebreakers" out of the night.
Alex
Alex walked inside the mansion after having a heated debate among himself on if he should go inside already or not. With a break from the school around the corner, the male figured he had nothing else to lose for the moment. Go to a party, chill with friends there, possibly have a drink or so, spend a day on campus and the dorm to kill the hangover, and then make his way back home. He smiled and waved at a few familiar faces. The way the promotion cards were handed out around the campus, it did not come as a surprise to him. The male walked inside after a few drunkards had already stepped in. The slightest thing set them off, even with one of the girls leaning on the wall as she tried to dance to the music. Examining the DJ, the male thought about deadmau5. That Disc Jockey certainly had a nice head to wear around his events. Not seeing anyone he knew just yet, the male decided to go on and buy a drink. Eyeing the bar, he made his way over to it. With a simple gesture, the male greeted himself. "Hi...I'll umm take the green colored drink over there." Pointing slightly to the drink that was in a Hawaiian Punch bottler. Noting that a few others were walking around with it, he assumed it was the same one.