[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:400px; background-image:url(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/LaserGiraffe/blackwoodbg.jpg);][style=margin:20px; margin-bottom:-20px; text-align:center; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-weight:bold; color:#3D3D3D; background-color:#eee; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); border-bottom:8px solid #ccc; border-top:8px solid #ccc; letter-spacing:-3px; font-size:23px; padding:2px;]i'm hanging on, i'm hanging on,[/style][style=background-color:#eee; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#666; margin:20px; padding:2px;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #ccc; height:100px; width:100px; margin:2px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style][style=float:left; margin-top:110px; margin-left:-118px; border-bottom:6px solid #ccc; padding:10px; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia; color:#333; text-align:center; width:100px;]361 WORDS GAEL SHORT SORRY ;A;[/style]It was time for him to take a break. He was off tomorrow in both senses of the word so why not. He felt as if he had gotten a well deserved break from work and a good day off. No cooking or hunting for him, nope. Might as well find his way to a club or bar. It was a way to pass the time and relax for the most part. The shopping district was his destination for this point in time. It was the section of city that had all the clubs and restaurants. It was too bad there wasn't a club or bar that was in another part of town. He always found his way into this part of time when he had to go to work and on his time off that was the last place he wanted to go to. It was a good restaurant don't get him wrong but he felt like he working all the time. He probably was working all the time though in reality. If you took into account the hunting along with being a chef then yeah he definitely was. It wasn't like it was that big a deal though. If he had a problem with it then he'd just slow down hunting to give himself a break but then things might go to hell. Sure there were other hunters out there and especially in this town but they were different. But enough of that and those thoughts, he was going to a club and he didn't give a shit at the moment. Less, of course, all hell did break loose and he'd have to go fix it. That wouldn't happen tonight though or at least he felt like it wouldn't. No, he'd find himself relaxing in the club he had decided to walk into called Afterlife. It looked interesting enough and didn't have much of a line either. Once inside he moved his way around the other patrons making his way to the bar and sitting on of the bar stools. "I'll have whatever you suggest after a hard day at work." Desmond said as he looked at the bartender.[/style][style=margin:20px; margin-top:-20px; text-align:center; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-weight:bold; color:#3D3D3D; background-color:#eee; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); border-bottom:8px solid #ccc; border-top:8px solid #ccc; letter-spacing:-3px; font-size:20px; padding:2px;]blow me away with your hurricane song[/style]

[style=font-family:georgia; font-size:9px;]made by RIVER! - he got GANGNAM STYLE![/style]

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So far his night has been going pretty smoothly. Customers were actually being rather tolerable if not polite, so he wasn't stressed enough that he had the insane urge to go for a smoking break. It was pretty good so far and Gael was enjoying this rather quiet evening. Cleaning a whiskey glass with a rag he glanced around, taking in the talking couples, people out on the dance floor and the very blatant couple making out in a darkened booth.

Looking around he shifted his gaze upwards and jerked slightly at seeing his boss leaning against the rail and looking down to him with a grin. His boss was a strange one, always seemed to know when he needed a smoking break or when customers were just being WAY too stressful for him, while he was nice to his employees, and didn't deal with customers being little shits to them, he was still a weird individual. Blue hair, spiky, with the back tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His ears were pierced with silver hoops while his eyes were a blood red. It really wasn't any of his business but he assumed they were contacts, it was a night club after all.

The company he hired here was on the weird side as well. The bouncer, a large towering man with bright red hair, golden eyes and a physique to make a football player jealous. Why he would be here working as a bouncer, he didn't know, all he did know was that the male could have probably gotten a job anywhere with his looks.

Placing the cup down he picked up another one to clean and looked back to where his boss had been only to see he had vanished. That was another thing about the guy, he was very good at pulling a disappearing act.

Hearing someone sit down in front of him, he looked down and raised an eyebrow at the dark haired male and his order. Well that really help, everyone had different preferences, some like harder liquors while some preferred the more fruity drinks. Shrugging his shoulders, he went about mixing the man a drink. Picking out a whiskey glass he placed a few ice cubes in the glass, before turning and picking off a bottle from the wall behind and pouring a small amount into the glass. It was an apple whiskey, rather good, not too sweet just having a hint of apple flavour.

And if the guy didn't like it then fuck him he didn't order a specific drink in the first place, just whatever was good for a hard day of work. Placing a coaster down on the counter he put the glass down on top of it. Personally to him, the black-haired male didn't even look like he worked all that hard to begin with, probably some cushy job at a desk or something, the guy seemed to delicate to be doing anything else. With a soft snort he picked up another glass and began cleaning it with his rag.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:400px; background-image:url(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/LaserGiraffe/blackwoodbg.jpg);][style=margin:20px; margin-bottom:-20px; text-align:center; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-weight:bold; color:#3D3D3D; background-color:#eee; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); border-bottom:8px solid #ccc; border-top:8px solid #ccc; letter-spacing:-3px; font-size:23px; padding:2px;]i'm hanging on, i'm hanging on,[/style][style=background-color:#eee; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#666; margin:20px; padding:2px;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #ccc; height:100px; width:100px; margin:2px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style][style=float:left; margin-top:110px; margin-left:-118px; border-bottom:6px solid #ccc; padding:10px; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia; color:#333; text-align:center; width:100px;]465 WORDS GAEL LATE LATE[/style]He chuckled as he noticed the bartender look at him and raise his eyebrow, which was probably because of his order. It hadn't been very specific. Most people had a preference when it came to alcohol but he wasn't one for choosing which on he liked. For different occasions he liked different liquor but he liked to stay away from the more harsher of them. This didn't include Whiskey or Vodka though. He rather liked the two of them. It included the far harder liquors than those two such as the ones that were banned in some states. That was probably a given for anyone though. While the bartender went about making him up a drink, he took the time to look him over. No shame in checking out a good looking guy when he came upon them. He didn't really go to too many clubs after all and hadn't been in this one either. He looked like he was at least a good inch or two taller than him and had a good build, one that he could see despite his clothes. His eyes fell a bit lower and he grinned as he eyed the male's butt. It was a very nice looking. Desmond's eyes returned to a much proper height when he noticed the bartender turn back towards him and smiled at him. He was able to get a better look at his face now that he was setting his drink down in front of him. He was a very attractive human being and just his type. No vain stuff up in his mind at all. He just liked the guys who looked like they could beat him up. For some reason they were quite attractive and most of the time they didn't swing that way. He picked up the glass that had been placed in front of him and swirled it around for a few seconds. It was a weird habit that he had. He always swirled the contents of the glasses he drank out of before actually drinking it. It wasn't something that he'd be able to break himself of anytime soon either. He stopped the motion and took a drink of the contents of the glass. It was a mystery as to what it was all up until he actually swallowed it seeing as he had been too distracted to notice what he had made him. He hummed after he brought the glass away from his mouth and started swirling it around again. That was some good whiskey, apple whiskey, he noted as the hint of apple hit him. "Excellent choice, barkeep. Cudos." Desmond said with a grin appearing on his face. "So does this place usually have such a small crowd or did I come on a slow day?"[/style][style=margin:20px; margin-top:-20px; text-align:center; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-weight:bold; color:#3D3D3D; background-color:#eee; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); border-bottom:8px solid #ccc; border-top:8px solid #ccc; letter-spacing:-3px; font-size:20px; padding:2px;]blow me away with your hurricane song[/style]

[style=font-family:georgia; font-size:9px;]made by RIVER! - he got GANGNAM STYLE![/style]