Post by Drake Marston on Dec 7, 2010 20:36:08 GMT -5
It was saturday night, and the city was bustling with life. There wasn't a bar or nightclub that didn't have people, and the busiest bar within the city had people down the street waiting to get in. It was quite a busy night, especially since the weekend had just begun. People were having their ids checked at the door, though the bouncer just barely glanced at the small card as he let people in. An underaged person could probably get in without much problem by just flashing their school id cards. The line was progressively getting shorter outside, but inside was a different story. There were five bartenders rushing back and forth on average, and they were being ran ragged. Luckily there was a shift change for four a few of the five every six hours to give the people a chance to enjoy the lifestyles of the drunk and famous. There was a head bartender who was getting a breather while standing out in the back alleyway, half guarding it so no one would try to sneak in the back way, which happened more often than not. For the most part it was being guarded well, seeing as how the burning end of the cigarette was lighting the alleyway somewhat. The man guarding it was strong, and looked as though he might have been a bouncer if it was not for the way he was dressed, which was to say that he looked quite dashing in his suit and tie with the polished black shoes.
The cigarette was down to about a quarter of it gone, and already he was craving another one. Smoking was, admitably, a bad habit that he could not quite kick. So he would come back here for fifteen minutes and smoke on average about two or three cigarettes, as much as he could fit into a fifteen minute time period actually. At the moment this was his first cigarette, though the pack of cigarettes would tell someone differently. It was about half empty, though the man always kept a spare pack in the console of his muscle car, which was a modernized version of the Shelby five-hundred. He had a 1969 version of the car, but he dare not drive it. That car was his livelyhood, and his lady of choice. The modern version of the car was his every day 'drive me ragged' vehicle, and the other one was simply for show. He went back to his cigarette, puffing on it lightly as he watched the line of people going into the pub slowly diminish. He watched as a group of girls was peering down the alleyway, looking at him as he made his way back into the shadows. He didn't like being gawked at like some piece of meat under glass. The cig burned slower now, as he puffed on it, taking in a lung full and then exhailing as much of the fine smoke as he could. He caught the eyes of a pretty human girl and he flashed her a smile and then he vanished from sight, making his way over to the corner where he usually smoked.
By this time he had pulled out another cigarette and was about to light it up when a scrawny little bartender opened the door and explained that he was needed. Drake scowled at the younger man, and the man immediately vanished from sight, taking with him a look of being abashed and one of embarresment. Watching as he left, the werewolf lit up another cigarette, and actually took his time with this one just to piss off the little homosexual. He didn't know if the man was one or not, but it was a good thought. He looked down the alleyway once again, hearing the rustling of the trash bins like someone was coming down the alleyway. He shied further into the shadows, half beating himself that it might be one of the pretty human ladies. It wasn't that he had anything against humans, he just simply thought them annoying. He stood there in the shadows, readying himself to sprint away from fan girls.