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Post by hedgiefrost on Jul 11, 2011 12:12:05 GMT -5
This was not fun. At all.
When Ryan Frost invisioned "going out on a Saturday night," he imagined going out to the yard with his mothermonitor on the grass behind him, staring up at the stars and listeing to his ancient CD player. Which, to be honest, was boring as hell. So when a few of his guy friends invited him to go somewhere, he slipped the sleeping pills into his mom's food and snuck out.
He didn't want to, but honestly what she needed was rest, so. He convinced himself it was the right thing to do and left the house and met his friends at an address. They didn't give him the name of the place that they were going to, just expected him to arrive. There were some pretty odd looks from people he asked directions from, but they had said nothing and pointed him in the right direction.
When he got there, his heart dropped to his stomach.
His considerably less awkward friends had dragged him and some other poorfellow inside, then went to some backroom somewhere and ditched them both.
Oh, he knew this guy. From that internet chat the other day. They must have mutual friends or something. What was his name?
Oh yes, Joseph.
"...Well, we're in here now, I guess. Might as well do something productive." An odd way to word it, but that was the norm.
And it was gonna be hard to form complete sentences in a strip club.
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Post by lefou on Jul 12, 2011 0:31:46 GMT -5
Joseph hadn't been on a date in a while a year. It wasn't his fault that all the girls his friends introduced him to were just golddigging little hoes. Not that he'd ever say that to any one's face. Oh no, Joseph was much too shy to do that.
Speaking of being too shy for something, Joseph wanted out. Like now. When his god best friend Hector announced they were going out, Joseph imagined just going to a bar. Maybe even a nightclub, like that place Down the Rabbit Hole. That, he could handle, especially since Hector was there to party it up for the both of them. But this?
Oh hell no.
It had all started earlier that evening when Hector called to make plans. All his words were, "Meet me at my room in ten." Ok, that was easy enough. The journey to their location was fine, except for the fact that Joseph wasn't allowed to know where they were going. It made tons of since now, though.
They were at Sahara's.
Strip clubs were not Joseph's ideal hangout. He thought it was a bit sick to make women look like such objects, and not people. Unlike most men, Joseph respected women, in his own way. Sure, he had some older views, but he respected them. In short, Joseph hated strip clubs. They brought out his inner awkward. Or, er, made his outer awkward more pronounced. And they had LEFT him. Just left him there. Joseph could already see a strung out chick making her way towards him...and the other guy that had apparently been left.
Hmm. He looked familiar. Oh, yeah. Ryfrost. From that chat. "...Well, we're in here now, I guess. Might as well do something productive." Joseph snorted.
"As long as productive doesn't mean that. I mean, there are some nice looking women here, but she's a little too...plastic for me." Joseph glanced over at the "exotic dancer" again. Yep. Way too plastic-y. He liked his women real...like Elizabeth.
Woah, man. Joseph tried to clear his head. Thoughts of Elizabeth were forbidden. She cheated on him, so it was not good for Joseph's already low self-esteem to be thinking about her. ...Maybe a drink would be good. Yes, a drink would be amazing.
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