Post by peytondrek on Dec 27, 2010 2:50:39 GMT
Those two in the park were something else but it was high time Peyton sought himself to get out of there. Hooking a left out of the park gates, he just started to walk. Not quite sure where he was going, the sun began to set behind him, the warmth that spread over his back beginning to cease, he thought it high time he begin looking for a place to chill out before the night set in.
The lights around him started to go up, like theatrical lights showing across a stage. Peyton snapped his teeth, licking over his canines before quickly shutting them together, "Interesting.." he hummed, his attention being caught by purple and white lights showing up down the block, out shining the lampposts. Straightening up, Peyton rolled his shoulders back, a twisted smirque rolling across his face, "This looks like my sort of place..."
Through the glass doors, up the staircase and with a little squinting, Peyton scoped out the spacious room with a small, sort of impressed noise. The room stretched far back to the front, he assumed, where a large DJ booth sat high above the soon-to-be-crowd like a Greek God on his pedistool telling the world his bidding. Behind the bar, glittering like diamonds fresh in the mine, were rows and rows of bottles filled with different colours and different concoctions for a good time. Chills ran up Peyton's spine as he walked over to the bar, rubbing his hands together in a rather giddy fashion. The last time he saw this much alcohol, he was at a bachelor party in Tokyo for some crazy CEO who liked to wear lamp shades on his junk with he was drunk. Slipping behind the bar, Peyton pulled down three glowing, purple shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. He then looked up at the dj booth while pouring fluently through the glasses, "I wonder who's gonna get to play Dionysus..."
The lights around him started to go up, like theatrical lights showing across a stage. Peyton snapped his teeth, licking over his canines before quickly shutting them together, "Interesting.." he hummed, his attention being caught by purple and white lights showing up down the block, out shining the lampposts. Straightening up, Peyton rolled his shoulders back, a twisted smirque rolling across his face, "This looks like my sort of place..."
Through the glass doors, up the staircase and with a little squinting, Peyton scoped out the spacious room with a small, sort of impressed noise. The room stretched far back to the front, he assumed, where a large DJ booth sat high above the soon-to-be-crowd like a Greek God on his pedistool telling the world his bidding. Behind the bar, glittering like diamonds fresh in the mine, were rows and rows of bottles filled with different colours and different concoctions for a good time. Chills ran up Peyton's spine as he walked over to the bar, rubbing his hands together in a rather giddy fashion. The last time he saw this much alcohol, he was at a bachelor party in Tokyo for some crazy CEO who liked to wear lamp shades on his junk with he was drunk. Slipping behind the bar, Peyton pulled down three glowing, purple shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. He then looked up at the dj booth while pouring fluently through the glasses, "I wonder who's gonna get to play Dionysus..."