Drink The Night Away Or Die Trying [[Open]]

[parchy]

Juliet had waited forever to get a taxi. Tons had passed her, and honked, but apparently they were all off duty. Juliet stomped her foot. She fixed the V-Neck on her top, so that it was over just the right amount of clevage. She waved out into the street and yelled out, "Taxi!!" Juliet smiled as three cars pulled up. Finnaly.

Juliet opened the car door, and steped into the back seat. She smiled and told the man an address to a club. He immediatly started driving. Juliet stared out the window. She sighed. Juliet never took a taxi. She either drove her Aston Martin V8 Vantage -The repair shop- or took a limo -to a club? dont think so- But other than that, Juliet would run. But it was late, and the streets were filled with drunken men. She didnt need to run any where, besides she didnt feel the erge to hurt anyone tonight.

As the taxi pulled to the club, she could here the beat of the music. And as other people went inside, she could see and smell the smoke clouds exiting the building. Juliet smiled. The taxi driver turned to her and said. "$14.54, please ma'am." Juliet rolled her eyes and handed him a 20. He reached to get the change, but she was out of the car and on the side-walk she slamed the door and started for the club.

Juliet through the door open to the club. She sat on a couch and glanced around. She waited for something, anything that would make her feel comfortable.

[mattiga]

Mattiga wandered the streets looking for a good club to enter. His skin itched and seemed to be burning. He grimaced and stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets of his black hooded jacket. He hated it when his addiction got the better of him. He wasn’t about to give in just yet. He wanted someone else to feed his craving tonight.

He was dressed simply in a white undershirt, his jacket with broken and bleeding red hearts in an intricate design on the back, skin tight, deep royal blue jeans and white converse with black laces. He had the hood pulled up but not concealing his face. His eyes shone silvery in the night's lighting and he smirked as he thought of what he must look like to those he passed.

He spotted and interesting enough club and slipped through the doors and found an empty stool at the bar. He sat and leaned his elbows on the counter as he took a look around. The lighting was just perfect. Not too dark not too light. There were a few people lounging around but no one caught his interest. He couldn't spot any guys that screamed at him with just a glance. So he slouched farther and waited. He was sure someone of interest to him would come.
In the back of his mind he wondered if his skin would be relieved of this horrible itch. This horrid reminder of the addiction his mind craved as did his body. He slightly bit his bottom lip and motioned to the guy behind the counter. Within seconds he had a glass half full of some sort of amber liquid that smelt strongly of alcohol. He smiled as he gulped it down in five seconds flat before surveying the room once again.