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[/b]hase walked into the club already buzzed. It wasn't like he had to pre-drink to save money or anything, it was just that he enjoyed his drink... so he had already been previously drinking anyways before getting the idea to go to a club. What was the point in drinking alone if you could drink with attractive people? As he walked in, the smell of booze and sweat was in the air. Strobe lights flashed, and everything looked much sexier than it would have if the lights were just plain on. All the girls had their extensions in and their heels on, and all the boys were grinding up on behind them. Chase knew a lot of guys who hated girls who wore extensions for it made them seem fake, but he personally loved them, especially if they were his girlfriend. What kind of guy didn't want a girl who could change their appearance on cue? One day he had a girlfriend with short/medium hair, the next it was long. It was like sleeping with a different girl every day. He got a huge kick out of it.

C[/b]hase reached the bar and took a seat on a stool and grinned at the bartender. She was attractive, but looked like she could be siblngs with the male bartender down the bar. They both had shiny black hair and green eyes, and were both looking as if they were trying to seduce poor souls who thought they had a chance on hitting on them into buying more and more drinks. Technically, they had to deny drinks to anyone who looked intoxicated, but here, Chase knew better. The more drunk they could make the people here (many of which were also underaged, but paid to get in), the better. It meant more money for the club, and more likely they were to get raises.

T[/b]he bartender, which Chase had grown to know as Lacey, smiled back and said, "Don't you ever have to get up in the morning?"

"I[/b]t's Friday... leave me alone," he replied, jokingly. He glanced over his shoulder at the dancing crowd, and desperately wanted to be apart of them. He knew by now that trying to get with Lacey would only end him going home alone, so he had stopped trying ages ago. The crowd was much larger than it was on week days, and he was kind of hoping the girls were underage. He wasn't much one to go for older girls. Older men, however? Yes. But he tried not to make men his priority. He was much pickier about his men. "I'll just take my usual, please."

L[/b]acey fetched him what he ordered, then turned back to the other customers. The other bartender, Tim, glanced over and Chase winked. Tim blushed. Tim was extremely gay, but Chase never saught after him. He was too timid, and in Chase's opinion, Tim was one to search for a relationship, not fun. Although bisexual, Chase had never looked for a relationship with another man. For some reason, that seemed a lot more shocking than just sleeping with them. Chase then grabbed his drink off of Lacey, then stepped off his stool to head back into the crowd. As he was about to do this however, his footing missed, and he ended up spilling his drink all over the person closest to him. [/blockquote][/font]

[HARRISON OLIVER ROBERTS]

Harry walked into the club on his night off feeling more angry than he probably should. His girlfriend was apparently back in town after disappearing for the summer... actually probably ex girlfriend now that he thought about it. She was on a date after all with some guy. Dinner usually qualified as a date. He just wanted to be able to stay mad a bit more without people telling him he really shouldn't now, and move on like he had this summer.

And getting drunk seemed like an ideal plan to help him forget and move on. Harry used to do this sort of thing often back in the days, but after high school he matured and got over the partying stage but tonight seemed like a good night to do so. Harry ordered his drink over the bar, and told the bartender, Lacey? to keep the drinks coming. What kind of a bartender had the name Lacey? Harry didn't know.

After awhile of sitting there, lost in his thoughts while drinking, Harry saw movement out of the corner of his eye. His best friend Chase was a few seats away. Harry was surprised he hadn't noticed him sooner before now. Before he could say anything, Chase had spilled his drink on the person next to him, causing them to get mad and stand up. When he stood up, Harry did as well, ready to stop him or take him on if needed. Harry wasn't much of a fighter but if a fight was started with a friend in it or something he never held back during it. Him and Chase had been in fights before but they always had each others backs during them and this time proved to be one of them.

[chase]

Chase's eyes widened as he noticed the person he spilled his drink on was quite large. The guy was typically bad-ass looking, with large arms, and easily surpassed Chase's five foot ten. The guy had shaggy black hair and matching black eyes. Unfortunately, Chase's drink was red, and the guy's shirt was white. The guy actually growled - yes, growled - and then did exactly what Chase assumed he was going to do: throw a punch. However, Chase ducked, and as he did so, he noticed under the guy's arm that Harry was standing there. He felt a surge of confidence that hadn't been there moments before and knew that if he and Harry took this guy down, there was no way Chase was going home alone tonight. Although girls denied it, he knew very well that girls liked guys who could take care of their own.

The guy stumbled forward, almost drunkenly, as he missed Chase. Chase took this opportunity to run over and touch Harry's shoulder to grab his attention just in case he wasn't paying attention to what was going on. Chase then grabbed a stool and with all his force, slammed it into the guy's side. The guy was knocked into the bar, spilling several blondes' drinks. They let out squeals of displeasure, and then Chase moved out of the way. However, for some reason he began to go after Harry, who - as of yet - hadn't done anything.

Thinking fast, he punched the guy in the stomach, and then as the guy was crumpled over, Chase ran around back to very quickly apologize to the girls with the most sincere grin he could muster. When he turned around, he was disappointed to see that the guy was still trying to keep going, and was once again going after Harry... but Chase knew he wouldn't be able to get in this time.

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[HARRISON OLIVER ROBERTS]

Harry hadn't been afraid when it was obvious that the guy they were fighting was the usual beefy guy that liked to hang around bars and then cause trouble when something goes wrong. Like now for instance. He was too busy waiting for his chance to get in to notice the crowd forming around them. The guy hadn't quite noticed Harry there yet, but he almost did once, and almost took a swing at him then. Chase seemed to be doing fine by himself...

Until now. Harry's eyes widened as he saw the guy was now going after him, leaving him trapped since there was nowhere for him to go really. The counter was behind him, and he couldn't exactly move... Harry was able to duck just in time when the guy was about to swing at him. This caused the guy to run into the counter and tumbled over it, causing stuff to crash. Harry took this chance to escape and rushed over to Chase's side. "You ok man?" He asked his friend after making sure nobody else was going to be coming after them now that this man was down. They didn't have too long before the guy got back up again...

[[ooc: oy, sorry this is bad, just waking up.]]