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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 8, 2007 10:25:51 GMT 7
Checking himself out in the mirror he ran his fingers through his hair one last time. He had on a solid black shirt and a pair of black slacks and shoes. His body smell of deep must due to the cologne that he place upon himself. His day was over and now it was time to live his night life. Usually he would have a date but tonight was different and he was on his own. Not that it was a bad thing, he could do a little more mingling when he was off on his lonesome. That meant that he didn’t have to have a lady attach to his side. It wasn’t that Dean wasn’t a nice person, it was more that he wasn’t ready for commitment and he probably never will be.
Seeing that he look great he walked towards his wardrobe and grabbed his keys to his car, and his wallet. Dean car was not the best. He borught it after almost seven months of working at the car shop. Dean family of course was not that wealthy, so he had to learn things on his own. Like how to support himself. Going to college didn’t matter much to him, although it would have been fun. Opening his door to his 2003 Ford SUV he drove over to the favorite spot to go to and that was the club. He was always there, and really did enjoy his time spent there.
Parking his car he stepped out and walk towards the door. Dean he didn’t have to wait in the line. He had connections with the owner from way back when Dean fix his car. Walking through the crowd room of people talking, laughing and dancing he finally reach the bar and spotted the bartender “give me a gin on the rock” Dean shout so that the bartender could hear him and then he took a seat on one of the stools.
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Post by Samantha Black on Mar 9, 2007 5:48:45 GMT 7
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 11, 2007 4:36:55 GMT 7
Grabbing his drink from the bartender he swallowed the contents in one gulp. Feeling the icy, cold liquor etch it way down his down and leaving a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Alcohol to him had to be one of life best friend. Without it he didn’t know how he would survive the day. Even though he loved his job no doubt, it was something that he always dreamt of doing. Cars were his passion and they still are. Shaking his head he decide to get another drink and then he would go over to dance with some of the ladies that came out on nights like this to fine men like him. It wasn’t a problem to him. Dean like to have a little fun himself, he was a male of course so what else could you expect of him.
Ordering another drink, he took his one down just as fast as he did the last one. Handing the bar tender the money he stood up and made his way towards the dance floor. His green eyes, glance around the room, checking out a few ladies as he passed by. Dean is what you can call a player, he never really stay commit to one lady for long and that kind of gain him a reputation. Not, that he didn’t like it though; he loved the reputation that people gave to him. Dean winked his eye at one of the ladies as he pass by, and then watching her as she return it with a grin. He just love being him, so young and so irresistible.
Making his way further to the dance floor he could feel the music making him want to move. Everyone on the floor seem to be having a great time, and it would be a same if he didn't. After all he was there to have fun, and fun is exactly what he was going to do.
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Post by Samantha Black on Apr 15, 2007 1:48:35 GMT 7
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 15, 2007 2:11:06 GMT 7
After a few minutes of dancing, he could feel himself getting all hot. The room was actually getting hot, from all the dancers on the floor. Dean could feel the fresh air leaving the area, and his throat begin to dry because of that. Breaking himself off the girl he was dancing with he made his way back to the bar, he was planning on getting another beer. Yes the cold taste of beer would get this funny feeling out of his throat. Reaching the bar he order himself a banana rum instead, he wasn’t feeling for a taste of beer right now, maybe later.
Turning around he saw the girl again, she looked as if she was having some trouble so Dean decided to be a gentlemen and see what was wrong. Walking over to her he smiled “ what today isn’t your day. The club is feel with lots of hot people, the music is great, so what can be so wrong with that” he asked her with a raised eyebrow “the name is Dean by the way” he said to her hoping to catch her name.
Hearing the bartender call him, he grabbed his drink and took a sip, more like a gulp because he was extremely thirsty. Looking back at the girl he licked his lips innocently and then smiled “you know you should try one of these. Banana rum, I swear it is the next best thing other than sex” he said trying to be funny with the whole situation.
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Post by Samantha Black on Apr 15, 2007 4:39:19 GMT 7
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 16, 2007 1:31:26 GMT 7
Waiting for her to answer his question, she really didn’t look happy. But happy mean so many things to many people. That also could have been her regular face, so Dean might have been making something out of nothing which he did do regular but it happen from time to time. “Oh a bad day, that is sad. I know how those days can be” he said trying to be sympathetic but he didn’t know how she was feeling or what really happen and to be frank he really didn’t care. He had problems of his own and yes that was selfish but he couldn’t take on more than he already had.
“Well then you never taste a banana now have you” he said with a hint of laughter. Of course he love sex more but he definitely could compared the drink to being at least close to the feeling he got when he was tearing the sheets up with a lady. “ if you don’t trust me then try it for yourself” he said turning to the bartender and ordering the lady the same drink as he was drinking. Picking up the drink he turned towards her and handed her a drink “ on me of course, but anyways try it. I swear I didn’t put anything in it.” he said as a joke.
[suckage]
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Post by Samantha Black on Apr 16, 2007 7:32:55 GMT 7
[/color][/ul] [haha, no worries]
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