Its Friday night again, time of the week when he prowls the night scene at his shining best. Mind numbing quantities of potent liquor that he is going to savor off the clinging crystal glasses would only add to his glib personality. A heady fragrance of Cuban cigar mixed with his Davidoff and their Rodriguez would be just as intoxicating as the drinks in their glasses. They'll shimmy around him and he will talk into their ears. These are usually times of playing, and winning, at talking, flirting, dancing, playing pool or occasionally chugging contests. What is it going to be today, he wondered but didn't really care, because really.. what was new in any of these. After all,thats what he is all about.
HE felt under-dressed for cold as it was colder that he though it would be, but so what, the rest of the night was going to be as sizzling. Except for may be all that slush that smeared his trousers as we walked to his destination splattering on his trousers, all was good. There was no chance that the ladies would go past his raised eyebrows, sharp hair, the talks and a bit of moves on the floor.
Even after spending about 45 minutes in the line to get in to the venue things were great as he looked forward to "playing" inside the "field". His head did hurt a bit as the music seemed awfully lound tonight to him, but maybe he busted his brains too much at work all week, so it will take a while getting into the grove. More drinks is the call of the order.
He finally got his drink after being ignored for about 15 minutes by the bartender who was busy serving pretty ladies one after the other, but only after being splashed by the "wooohoooo" girls in their hasty retreat from the bar after getting drinks. Smelling a little like someone's ceaser and a little like some ones appeltini, he rolled up his sleeves as he enjoyed his drink. Walking to the other end was all good except for being stepped on by some pencil sharp heels and being poked in the stomach by some elbows as he made his way through the crowd.
He scanned the crowd pulsating to the high energy of the bar, and made some serious eye contact, Once he had a target locked in he moved closer, and nodded his head and said "hi"
HE felt under-dressed for cold as it was colder that he though it would be, but so what, the rest of the night was going to be as sizzling. Except for may be all that slush that smeared his trousers as we walked to his destination splattering on his trousers, all was good. There was no chance that the ladies would go past his raised eyebrows, sharp hair, the talks and a bit of moves on the floor.
Even after spending about 45 minutes in the line to get in to the venue things were great as he looked forward to "playing" inside the "field". His head did hurt a bit as the music seemed awfully lound tonight to him, but maybe he busted his brains too much at work all week, so it will take a while getting into the grove. More drinks is the call of the order.
He finally got his drink after being ignored for about 15 minutes by the bartender who was busy serving pretty ladies one after the other, but only after being splashed by the "wooohoooo" girls in their hasty retreat from the bar after getting drinks. Smelling a little like someone's ceaser and a little like some ones appeltini, he rolled up his sleeves as he enjoyed his drink. Walking to the other end was all good except for being stepped on by some pencil sharp heels and being poked in the stomach by some elbows as he made his way through the crowd.
He scanned the crowd pulsating to the high energy of the bar, and made some serious eye contact, Once he had a target locked in he moved closer, and nodded his head and said "hi"
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