iShatteredSanity
DrakonMacar
Thecyberbully
LuciL
LadyBelz
Tikool
CharlotteCarrendar
Marrok
Carrendar
iShatteredSanity: -Another week had passed, a week that had found the staff of the Deathclub relaxing and spending some good time either by themselves, with friends or family. It was as if nothing had ever happened at the club, as if the deaths that had occurred were nothing but just a scene of a movie that only lasted for a second. Yet none of the staff, not even the owner who was none other than Demetrios, could imagine what fate had in check for them. While the staff lived a life that resembled that of a fairy tale, the wheels had been set in motion. The family of Viktor who had been brutally killed by Demetrios himself, they had found out about the whole thing. And with Alexandros move, to destroy all of the computers that they used and furthermore steal money from them, that only made the Russian mobs to mobilize. But of course that was something that Demetrios knew and Dietrich had warned him, and Alexandros was monitoring their moves. So far things were good, but for how long? Oh well, if something was to happen, it would not happen in plain sight. Viktor was a fool for doing all of his deeds in public, but the same could not be said for his family. Nikolai, Viktor’s father had sworn to himself that whoever brought that misfortune to his family, they would pay. Many could see the clouds that were slowly gathering above the Deathclub, but were they ready? Only time would tell. As for the Deathclub. As usual it had opened from early so that the staff would be in place. The bouncers were already in their respective positions, the bartenders were preparing everything on their posts, the dancers in the cages, relaxing before the big showdown, the music making the very building shake with the loud bass, and the one who was usually in charge was already inside her office. Helena observed everything from the monitors inside the office and making sure that everything would run smoothly. That week had been very good for her, spending her time with her adorable submissive Anna, bumping into Dixie and Demetrios at the shopping centre when she went there to get some new ‘toys’, oh yeah, she was good. And so the time was almost 12. The lights outside had already lit and the big red neon sign added a reddish tone on the walls of the old building across the street. Ivan and Nikolai, the two Russian bouncers were already outside the club and looked at the crowd that was already there.- [Nikolai.] “Another buy night tonight.” –He said to Ivan.- [Ivan.] “So it seems. Lets begin.” –Ivan said and Nikolai nodded as he looked at the crowd.- [Nikolai.] “Alright, IDs or driving licenses otherwise nobody goes in.” –He said and clapped his hands a few times to get everyone’s attention. The crowd looked at his direction and began searching for their wallets and IDs so that they could walk inside. A few that had neither an ID nor a license, they left so that they could get them. And so the time was there, 12 o’clock. Ivan and Nikolai began checking the IDs and the licenses of those before them, opening the doors and allowing them inside. And so began another adventure for everyone at the Deathclub.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – After leaving Mia at the Cafe Slavia, Dixie thought long and hard, as she walked down the sidewalk, her mind filled with how Mia was able to captivate men, just by licking a spoon and crossing her legs. Dixie stopped, as she caught sight of herself in a window shop front, her long black tresses, messy, but otherwise, she looked fresh, the crisp white of her pants, and the coloured tank top, mixed with her ink. Dixie frowned for a moment. She worked in a place that was famous for sex, hot women, and more sex. Sure she was just a barmaid, but hell, she could give those drop and snatch bitches in the cages a run for their money. She slowly reached up and ran a finger along her cheek bone, and then to her lips, tugging on her bottom lip as she thought about how she could turn things up at the bar. Sure, she and Inga had danced on the bar top, doing their own version of Coyote Ugly, and then there was the fun of blasting that old duck with the soda gun, that was ace. But, maybe the death club needed something new at the bar. Always, Dixie wore her trade mark band shirts, and torn jeans, her hair, wild and untamed. Suddenly the girl in the reflection smiled back at her, and she got a novel idea. Two blocks from the cafe strip was a small outlet that she had seen advertised in one of the local rock mags. Spinning on the ball of her right foot, she trotted off down the street, her smile growing wider, and by the time she turned the corner, she was into a fast walk. A few more minutes and she found herself out the front of Prague Vintage. Already, she could see the place was packed, and god, racks and racks of gear, that was to die for. Dixie entered, seeing a guy dressed in the theme of Johnny Rotten, totally covered in piercings and tatts, orange hair standing on end, and a sneer as he was flicking through a rack of 80′s band shirts. The music playing on the speakers was Nirvana. Oh yeah, this was grunge girl heaven. An assistant was putting away some faux coats, and noticed Dixie, looking awe struck, and she finished putting up the hangers, before approaching her. “Girl, have I got the look for you. Come this way.”- Following along behind her, past racks of skirts, and jackets, she was led to a fitting room and the assistant opened a curtain, gesturing Dixie to enter. “Be right back, okay?” – zipping the curtain closed, Dixie giggled nervously, as she waited for the fun to begin. Sure enough the girl’s boots click clacked on the worn timber flooring, and a bundle of clothes was passed through. A black and hot pink tank, black frill mini skirt with wide belt, fish net suspender stockings, leg chains, and then the piece de resistance… black boots, chunky, that were to die for. Dixie stripped down to her laceys, and then began to get dressed up. The assistant was helping another customer with some crucifixes and other jewellery, when Dixie finally emerged. She stepped across to where the large mirror was against the wall, and she brought her hands up to her hips, before shaking her head side to side, and then bent forward to place both hands either side of her calve, drawing up her gloved hands, her nails straightening the seam, while the other customers and the assistant got a good look at Dixie’s black lace thong. The Johnny Rotten look a like swore under his breath, since getting a hard on in his skin tight jeans was painful. Dixie drew back up slowly, and then started a small dance before the mirror, as the song, Maneater came on the sound system. ”Oh yeah….now this…works.” -she purred, then blew a kiss at the mirror, before going back into the fitting room, to change back. :: Bar entrance, Saturday night and the door opens, as Maggie and Nikolas had been in early, doing Dixie’s job of loading the fridges with beer and vodka cruisers. Nikolas turned to see the “new” Dixie and his jaw dropped. “Dixie?” he said, seeing her decked out in the gear she had bought from Prague Vintage. Maggie was just putting away the last of the bottles, which clinked together merrily, only to hear Nikolas exclaim Dixie’s name. Slamming the fridge door shut, she also turned around and then placed a hand up on her chest. “Well fook me and call me Jessy…where’d you get that outfit? Oh my gods…the boots! You know how long I been looking for a pair like that, fooking years!” Dixie even had her hair straightened, tied back in a neat pony tail, with her bangs dead straight. Dixie, had grown up. Nikolas leaned over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. “She got laid.” – Maggie chuckled and nodded, folding her arms and teased. “If your lad catches sight of you, in that, he is going to be camping all night long, with his tent pole stuck through his jeans. Ya look great, luv.” Dixie was actually blushing at this, and then went back to being her usual self, since she managed the bar. “Get back to work…and if I catch ya’s touchin’ my ass, I’ll deck yas” Dixie then went on to work, but not before poking her tongue out playfully, coming back with. “And..yes, I did get laid. Sue me.” <3>
LadyBelz: -Another week’s gone by and now that the kids are put away it’s time for the adults to come out and play. The neon lights of Deathclub color the sidewalk and the area around it in red, as the line to get inside starts to form. There’s some angry pushy-shovey games going on that Niko and Ivan see to quickly, shoving the offenders to the very back of the line, much to their annoyance. But they don’t voice their displeasure out loud, for fear of inciting Ivan’s wrath. Ivan was famous himself, once news got around of how he handled the guy with the camera that had managed to sneak in a few weeks back. Nobody wanted to fuck with him. Mia stood at the single view window high over the street looking down at the people. With earbuds jammed in her ears and Janet Jackson blasting from her iPod, she wouldn’t hear anyone if they came into the room behind her. She chuckled to herself watching Ivan manhandle someone to the back of the line, daring the little moron to say something.- “Such a sweet man.” -she murmured, stepping away from the window. Checking the time, she noticed that she had another half-hour to herself before she has to work and she settled down on the couch. Checking the alarm on her iPod to make sure it will wake her in time, she closed her eyes for a quick nap.-
DrakonMacar: Duke had pulled away from the bar with a rather grim look to him. 5 o’clock shadow and dark around the eyes. His nose was bruised up, slightly swollen and clearly showing a pair of stitches. The singular scar running across his left eye added to the mix and he looked like the words toughest son of a bitch. Since the attack on Inga during the engagement party, Duke was purely enraged. It took Donnie and some light persuasion, a few phone calls, a few strings pulled and four shady go-betweens to arrange a meeting that was conducted in the utmost secrecy. His years in the Rangers, Sheriffs department and Boarder Patrol, Duke learned to home in on trouble and take care of business. He’d heard of the boss man’s rage, he’d heard of how every mourned, wept, rejoiced. He was nowhere to be seen. His co-workers never saw hide nor hair of him. Instead, it was middlemen and third-party sources. The gunslinger felt at fault, he was the guilty party. He had not done his job and now his tasks were harmed. Donnie made the call, Duke showed, then there was the hitman. Duke knew, he knew enough, probably more than he had any rights. He’d left the bar, a tall glass of the driest gin they had on rocks, nothing but melting ice was left. He smacked his tongue around in his mouth, the burn helped him focus. Now wasn’t much of a time to be drinking but tonight he was ready to come down hard. Even the slightest infraction he wanted to make an example of, by God how he wanted to. No, it was horrible for business and the club made it’s business on the shocks and jeers. He’d barely spoken more than a few words, nothing more than a grunt and shrug before he walked away if the subject mentioned Inga. Inside, he was relieved at her recovery, in his studio, he prayed, in his studio he rejoiced. Tonight was a night of redemption in his eyes, he’d brokered a deal that would shake those who shook him. He was on patrol as Dix showed, tipping his hat at her as he passed by. The club filling up, the door men, the bouncers, camera operators, everything was going to be high priority, no low balling. Donnie was nowhere to be found as hewas working with his people, maybe for the best. He sighed to himself as he walked up stairs, avoiding most of the crowd as usual, heading to his own little slice of heaven above and over looking every thing. Nothing got by tonight.
LuciL: Saturday had finally arrived and Sabina had woken up earlier from her usual nap and was happily getting ready a bounce in her step. The radio was in the shower as she stripped off the oversized shirt she had substitute as her nap pjs and turned on the shower. Soon the radio was announcing [[For all those Revengeance fans out there, let it be known that the band is here in our very own city of Prague! Their world tour has reached our doorsteps, if you want tickets please call 77.1 FM on 420 714 290 390. Now here is a track to celebrate their arrival]]Coming loud through the speakers was one of their first original hits. A song that Sabina had heard when she went to their London concert and became a devoted fan. Stepping into the shower at first she hummed then quietly started singing with the song, by the time she was finished and in a towel applying her nightclub make-up, she was singing loudly and doing a little gyrating dance on her feet. Finishing up her make-up as the song finished, Sabina quickly straightened some of her hair, stuffing a red rose behind her right ear. Stepping out into the hallway, Sabina changed into her new clubbing outfit for the night, a leather ‘belt’ top. It literally was a belt with mesh underneath it, very skimpy compared to the other tops she wore but she did not care, there was a lot more worse things to see and occur while she worked at the Deathclub. Sliding on a sparkling black panties, she giggled at the fact it lit up with mini lights dotted everywhere- it was a cute find, in an adult shop. Dressing over the top was a red very mini skirt complete with thigh high sheer black stockings, a black sparkly flower garter and black stiletto killer heels. She did not wear her art noveau choker this time, instead it was a black choker with hanging diamond shaped onyx. She kept her lacy gloves and the pearl flower bracelet from Evzen on her wrist, while in her ears she had silver hoop earrings that read ‘Lust’ in the centre. Approving her look for tonight despite the fact she didn’t have a routine done this time, Sabina sauntered out of the door and down the corridor. Miho had already informed her that she would be running late tonight and Sabina hoped that Evzen would not show up, loitering around that blue hair British bitch. Stepping outside, Raduz was already waiting with the door open. Grinning at him, Sabina pecked his cheek “Evening Raduz” and stepped into the passenger seat. Raduz blushed a slight red before quickly getting into the driver seat and taking her to the Deathclub. The patrons had not arrived yet and Sabina quickly exitted out of the black car, thanking Raduz and walking up to the double doors. Already at the doors, Ivan and Nikolai bowed to Sabina who grinned at them both, hugging both their arms “Good to see you boys” and entered the club, already the music was getting loud and set up at the decks. Sabina decided to get onto the ventilation tanks, it was her special spot lately especially with the fan roaring underneath and letting the wind attempt to cool down the patrons when it was full house later on that night. Sitting down on the tanks, Sabina pondered on grabbing a quick Black Russian from the bar, ever since she had gotten the free drinks last Saturday she loved the taste. Sitting on the ventilation tank, she looked over her shoulder her long pink hair draping down her back and almost stumbled taking sight of Dixie’s new look. Chuckling under her breath, Sabina approved of the new attire, the 19 year old was looking like a woman that could blend in with the patrons and dancers of the Deathclub. Checking the clock that hung on the wall near her post, Sabina decided to quickly jump off the tank and walk straight up to the bar, seeing the hung man and redhead stock up on the bar, Sabina flipped her hair over her shoulder “I’m sorry if you guys are busy, can one of you get me a Black Russian by chance?”
Tikool: After the Melissa got home from hanging with her new friend Sabrina she enters her hotel and sits down, looking to the bed she gets a call from JL. ” Hello JL what’s the news? ” JL who is now at a hotel of his own sits at a desk with papers all laid out and in a complete mess. Tiffany is also at the hotel room simply glaring as if something’s on her mind, JL pulls a paper out and speaks. ” Super babe, I haven’t found out much but tomorrow night you’re going to a place called Death Club. I’ll text you the addie so dress to impress, and oh.. DO not fuck things up will ya? Anyway check it out. ” Melissa hangs up and falls on her bed, thoughts race through her mind as she stares off into the ceiling. grabbing a bottle of beer she makes a toast to herself in the air, ” This is for me.. and hopefully .. to getting laid? Nononononooo. This is for hopefully…. fuck it. This is for making it to a club. ” Shaking her head she downs the beer, finishing it she turns over and goes to sleep, the only light is coming from the moon shining on Melissa’s sleeping body as the camera pans out from the hotel. The next day Melissa is throwing clothes out her bag, fearing she’ll fine nothing to wear she pulls a see thru pink shirt and some flashy jeans out. Smirking to herself as she finds it’s horribly kiddy she runs into the shower. ” Fuck me life bitch! how do you over sleep to after fucking 6pm on the next day!” Grabbing the soap and towel she angerly washes herself as the water sprays down on her naked small body, while oddly enough brushing her teeth in the shower. ” If this isn’t getting an medal for awkward I don’t what is.” finishing in the shower she leaps out without a towel and grabs one on the way out the bathroom. Slamming herself on the bed she dries herself off and grabs the clothes and puts them on. ” Fuck…. this is kind of revealing… And showing my age. Oh I can see it now, – does mocking guy’s voices- Dude look at this bitch, what is she fucking 17? ” lowering her head she puts on her shoes and grabs the iphone 4 and calls a cab, only knowing the name she places a ride to go to the ” Death Club ” and hangs up. ” Game time. ” Sliding down the stair’s Melissa runs out the doors shocking everyone in the lobby, outside lucky her the cab is waiting for her as she jumps in. ” To the Death Club dude ” The cab drives to the location which takes a bit, Melissa plays with her phone wishing she got Rina’s number before she left. As time flies the cab finally stops and lo and behold. Paying the driver Melissa steps out and walks towards the entrance, not knowing what to expect and hoping she doesn’t make a fool of herself like what could’ve happened at the mall. Walking in she does a deep sigh and walks in, lighting the sounds and light hit her on her way in.
Carrendar: Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away… Oh, wait. Wrong story. My bad. Ahem. Well. Another night in Prague. Um.. Igniatus had made sure to leave her home on a good note, taking everything she needed this time so we hadn’t a repeat of last week. Phone, some cash, ID. The works. No reason to not get in, ja? The Jekowski girl had still been a little.. Freaked, over yesterdays encounter. Nick and Mags, bless their souls were very kind to Iggy in regard to her speech impediment but it was Nick that left the scarring impression. That HUGE mother freakin’… Just… Christ. Don’t even think about it. Just. Don’t. Arg. Another sleepless night for whatever stupid reason (anxiety, depression, the list goes on and on with excuses for the mundane sleeping patterns) had left Iggy a little irritated but not enough to cause a whole lot of dumb fuckery. Ignaitus wore a black tank top, black jeans and some tennis shoes, not exactly in the mood for dressing up. She was slowly becoming a regular at DC, she didn’t really feel the need to show off any more. She did want to talk to Mags about some things, though. And to get that card Nick wanted to give her from yesterdays meeting. The two gigantic bodygaurds in front of the DC doors would probably look at her a bit funny for her choice of clothing, but, as always she smiled and greeted them with kindness. “G-g-good e-e-evening, g-gents.” She wiggled her bony calloused fingers at them, pulling her ID out and offering it to them face up. “D-d-didn’t f-f-ferget ‘dis t-times.” Her voice was slurred, hard to understand if you didn’t pay close anttention. Should they let her in, she would nod and thank the two, putting her ID away and dance her way through the crowd over to the bar, possibly receiving odd looks for her attire, but, once again, not caring. Finding a seat at the bar, she ploped a seat down and pulled out her phone, checking it real fast then putting it away, looking up and waiting patiently for one of the bartenders to open up, not minding if it took a while. The girl was just glad to be there once again for another interesting night here at The Death Club.
iShatteredSanity: -Outside the club: The roaring sound of an exhaust of a motorcycle began to echo on the walls of the buildings in the narrow street outside the club. A few people from the crowd immediately moved to the sides, thinking that it must had been some crazy man coming by fast. A Ducati was seen approaching the club entrance but instead of going up the street, it slowed down. Since the crowd was on the side of the street, the driver honked a few times for the crowd to clear. When all the people got back in line, the driver got off and removed his helmet, placing it on the steering wheel afterwards while taking the keys off. The driver who was none other than Demetrios was known to Ivan and Nikolai not only as a customer, but as the real owner who kept his identity secret. The two bouncers nodded to him and to each other before letting him in. But as Demetrios walked inside the doors, Ivan patted his shoulder.- [Ivan.] “We make sure no trouble comes tonight.” –He said with a slight devious smirk on his face. Demetrios nodded and patted Ivan’s shoulder as well.- [Demetrios.] “I am sure you will do. Keep up the good work my man.” –Demetrios said and walked further inside the small tunnel, feeling the bass on his chest.- “Oh yeah, time for a drink.” –He mumbled to himself and kept walking forward, only to be bumped by some moron who rushed inside. Demetrios rolled his eyes and cussed under his breath.- “Fucking horndogs.” –But it was alright, he was chuckling to himself the very next moment as he entered the building. Everything was running smoothly. He could see the bouncers at their respective positions and he nodded to himself.- “Good, good.” –He once again mumbled to himself and began walking towards the bar, only to stop on his tracks as his cellphone rang. Taking out the device from his pocket, he looked at the flashing icon on his screen. He had a message from Alexandros. The message read, “I will be there in a minute. Wait for me.” After reading the message, Demetrios waited on his spot, right in front of the massive generator, looking at the entrance to spot Alexandros. And it was as the message read, a few seconds later Alexandros entered the building. Alexandros was wearing an ‘unusual’ attire that consisted of Black Allstars, black shorts with some tails coming from the back pockets, a loose T-shirt with some Japanese letters on it, round shades and his hair almost covering his face. Demetrios nodded his head as Alexandros approached.- “Fancy as usual.” –He said and Alexandros looked at Demetrios who was dressed different this time. Demetrios attire was indeed different that his usual one, he was wearing black sneakers with crosses on the sides, black baggy pants with many belts and straps, a loose black shirt with a tie and his shades that were kept on his nose. Also many piercings were gone from his face, something hat made Alexandros chuckle.- [Alexandros.] “You are not so bad either. Come, lets get a drink.” –They both nodded and headed towards the bar where Alexandros looked at Mags, Nick and Dix while Demetrios looked around the club to make sure that everything was alright. Alexandros nudged Demetrios a few times and motioned the bar.- “Dude, is that your girl?” –He said and motioned Dixie who was dressed in an attire that was far different than the other times. Demetrios looked at Dix and his eyes opened wide.- [Demetrios.] “Holy shit.” –Demetrios said and gulped, admiring Dix’s new look and coughing a few times while rubbing the bulge that started to grow in his pants. Alexandros looked at him and patted his shoulder.- [Alexandros.] “My guess is that tonight someone will get freaky.” –He said and looked at Dem who was almost drooling, but still nodded. And so they reached the bar. Demetrios tried to compose himself as he approached Dix for a kiss while Alexandros sat on a stool and looked at the lovebirds. || Meanwhile outside: Ivan and Nikolai were checking everyone. Those with IDs and licenses walked inside, the rest were not allowed to enter. Ivan noticed a girl who had come the last time but she was sent back home. Smirking deviously he looked at her ID.- [Ivan.] “I see you got ID this time. Go in. Have fun.” –he said and showed her the entrance.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Another Saturday night, the hum of the motorcycles, the line up of patrons, the sickly sweet smell of perfume and cologne mixed together. The crush of people lining up outside the club, waiting to get their ID checked by the burly Russian security guard bouncers. Heightened senses, the promises of sex and titillation The bevy of beauties, the men with the suits, the low life, the high class, all melding into a pot of sex and sin, debauchery and drugs. It didn’t matter where you had come from, or where you had been, cause on this night, it didn’t matter who you were, you would be your own star at the Death Club. The city of Prague was coming alive, the wild lights, twirling strobes, painting the dancers in various patterns, glowing skins. Vibrancy colour, you could reach out and caress the lights, the smoke machines working overtime. It was wonderful just to be alive. Behind the bar, Dixie was going back to her usual routine, getting the orders in from the private rooms, from the wait staff, that got the special requests from those already engaged in sexual activity. Bondage, peep shows, girls in cages, other lounges where the escorts. “Okay, one bottle of the bubbly, two glasses for room four. And ten vodka shots for room six, on it.’-Dixie noticed Duke go past and she gave him a wave, as he tipped his hat, but damn..what happened to his face? Dixie shook her head, worried about the famous gunslinger, but then got straight onto fetching the right glasses, and the chilled bottle of champagne out from the fridge behind her, whilst Maggie was having a joke with Nikolas over the girl at the park. “I wonder if she shows, after you and your jerking around on that chair, ye goon.”- Nikolas was shrugging and then slipped his fingers in his jean pocket and pulled out the card for Iggy. “I didn’t jerk, Mags…eh, I got the card, and if she shows, she shows, okay?’ Maggie reached behind the bar to get the condiment dishes, and ashtrays, as Nick watched a pink haired girl approach the bar, asking if they were too busy to fetch her a black Russian and Nick checked her out, giving her the once over, before suggesting, “I can get ya the Russian…black? Yeah, no problems. Just wait a minute.” -Maggie was already pulling out the glass, and then handing over the bottles, so Nikolas could make it, before she went to serve a group of Japanese business men, who wanted saki…and lots of it. Nikolas finished preparing the Black Russian and slid it over, before asking. “You one of the escort here, sure I seen you on the floor before.” – He reached up and raked his long digits through his hair, before saying. “You get your drinks on the tab, or pay now?” – A good question, to show if she was employed by the Death Club team or not. Dixie had all her orders filled, and made a loud wolf whistle, for Jenny, to come take the drinks up to the respective rooms. It was then she had a moment to compose herself, as she spotted Demetrios, and he had caught sight of her new look. “You like?” she said, her voice raising slightly higher, before giving her man a kiss, that would leave him wanting more later. “Hey Alex…great to see you back at DC.”- she smirked and then slapped Demetrios’s ass asking. “Grey goose, and ten vodka shots?”- It was the usual order, for a Saturday night. Dixie then bent an ear to Demetrios saying. “I just seen Duke at the bar…he looks like he went ten rounds with Mohammed ali…do you know what happened to him?” <3>
DrakonMacar: Duke glared, right now he was the meanest son of a bitch the world had ever seen. His guitar was nowhere to be seen, his breath smelling of gin. He leaned on the railing near the stairs. This time eye balling the bathrooms rather than the dance floor or bar or private booths. His teeth barred, lips thin and pulled back to expose those pearly whites as he watched the club like a hawk. It was only a matter of time before he pounced on the first of his neogh helpless prey. Tonight would be an excellent time to make an example out of troublemakers. People who usually got away with small things were even going to be considered. Alone in his secluded spot he brooded alone to himself. Nobody contacted him thus far. A clenched fist and shaking arm lay across the railing up above. Music booming, bodies writhing. People drinking, smoke in the air, drugs everywhere. His eyes narrowed, it was game time.
Marrok: Marrok, Chris, James and Damien were whooping and laughing like maniacs, enjoying the rush of an awesome show as they practically ran back to their bus to grab some booze and a few joints. Popping open a bottle of some vodka with a name that was beyond any of their abilities to pronounce, they each poured a shot and toasted to the show and a great night to come. Happily drinking shots and swigging some strong tasting lager, Marrok had the idea to go out on the town to party with the locals. “It’d be a damn good time ya know? I mean we just played for ‘em, they prolly would want us to come taste their nightlife. And have you seen the girls here man??? States got nuthin’ on these girls…” That was more than enough motivation for the other guys to pack up the remaining joints and bottles, grab ids and enough cash to buy a yacht and bounce, in James’s case literally out of the bus. The gang was crouching low to sneak around the almost empty lot where the bus was parked, cheers and screams still echoing from the concert hall as random crew members were either loading things up or pouring cups of coffee. Nobody would have even paid them much mind seeing as their job was done for the night. Marrok led them to the gate where the bus, crew and various other personnel came and went, guarded of course, but the guard let them out with a wink and a word of warning, “Don’t go pokin’ around in too many a dark alley mates. City isn’t a playground at night. Cheers lads.” With a wave and a puff of smoke, Marrok turned and put both arms over the shoulders of the three people he had come to know and love as brothers. “Where to first on our grand tour?” This night would be one they would never forget…
Thecyberbully: -he had been walking around aimlessly, like a zombie, around the city. Being night time, he thought he would have found a decent pub or club. Well, he would think he would have learnt how to understand this city. Stalking the street would sound more like Jack the ripper. He was nothing of the sort, in fact, he was just…lost. Looking at his digital watch, the green light gave the time as it shone a dim light to him. “23.00” He just tilts his head as he shrugs. Only been walking for 30 minutes. His friend had left him, returning back to their home as he explored the night life here. He smirks to himself. He knew they were going to miss out of the drunken dancing and fun but still. He did miss them, for less than a nano second before walking to a bar. He didn’t know much of speaking the current langue but still. He did know some spoke English. He looks at a sign as he tilts his head, trying to pronounce it his head “Národní odpor”. “Hmm. Seems like a nice pub I guess. “-He spoke to himself as he walks towards the door. Pushing it open as the light shone into his eyes. He looks around as he walks in.The small “pub” seems to be packed with smartly dressed males as he smiles to himself. He had found an ideal place to get a drunk or two into his system. He looked more around on the walls as he saw phases on the walls, guessing, they was menu’s. The males in suits, slowly turned around as they looked at him. They blinked, each one just ..looking at him . The male was confused as he speaks.-“Hi…Hello, how are we?”-His hello was met by a cough as one of the males walked forwards to him.-“Whaats a nugga doin ‘ere?”- He spit at the floor as the male looks back.-“ I am. Sorry, but I thought this was a club or pub”- The coloured male, was shocked by the remark but tried to keep calm. Little did he know, this was a neo-nazi pub? He back slowly to the door as he licks his lips. Trying to moist them as he became slightly scared.-“ I…be..on.. my..-“ without finishing the sentence, the coloured male raced out of the pub as he fled the pub. He knew he should have taken another langue. He had been running, around about, 15 minutes as he breaths quick and fast. His heart was pounding in his chest as a thin sweat raced down his fore head. Moving his right arm, he rubbed his white shirt across it. Mopping up the drops as he looks back. Luckily this time, no one had changed him. Something else dawned on him.. He reached to his back side as he slightly felt it. At least he didn’t shit himself through the fear. He carried on as he walks a bit more. It had hit “0.00” on his watch. He was about to give up before he saw a few people, most be the same age as him [around 29] .He followed them as they led him to a door with…some big..angry…fellows at the door. Now, he was crapping himself. Maybe this was another one of those pubs , that he just went in. Taking deep breaths, he walks forwards. He had his passport on him for a form of idea as he waits in line. It didn’t take long before he walked to the front of the line as he coughs. Slowly moving to show his ID as he waits to be allowed to enter. -
