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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 16:21:59 GMT -5
Club night is a modern day club that plays remixes of some of the most popular songs. There's a VIP lounge, a regular lounges, a bar where Christina works and a stage for when they have live performances. The club that night was full and everyone seemed to be having fun. People were dancing, getting drinks, socializing, and others were getting along together a bit closer than most to in public. Christina was making a n order for whiskey and so she grabbed the bottle, flipped it in the air, caught the bottle, then poured the whiskey, smirking. She took her tip then went and sat on the counter, waiting for something, anything interesting.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 4, 2007 16:35:54 GMT -5
Vincent entered this club he just came upon, it was perfect for him, dark places and such, he went to the bar. "Can i get a beer?" Vincent asked the bartender, then he looked around to see what kind of people were around, maybe he could find some victims to turn into Lycans.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 16:38:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, what kind, we got anythin," she Christina said and walked over to him, leaning on the bar, "You're new too," she smirked. She always could tell who wasn't native to Italy.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 4, 2007 16:42:13 GMT -5
"I'll a Guiness, if you got it and yes i'm new, i'm from Sweden, but my home has been destroyed." Vincent as he waited for the beer.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 16:43:37 GMT -5
"Ah, and why is that, if I may ask," she asked asked him and then grabbed the beer and popped the cap for him.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 4, 2007 16:45:34 GMT -5
"I would rather not talk about, you wouldn't understand." Vincent said as he grabbed the bottle and then turned around and walked towards a table which were alone and in shadows.
When he sat down in the dark, he yellow coloured eyes could be seen.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 16:47:19 GMT -5
"Weird," she thought softly then sat on the bar, looking out in the club, sure was getting boring for her.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 4, 2007 17:52:22 GMT -5
This was the first real problem that Cameron had ever encountered with him carrying a firearm. He was trying to get into the bar, but the bouncers wouldn't let him for some reason. He was wearing his military uniform and he had his 9mill holstered on his side as he always did. The bouncers for some reason found it dangerous for him to have a gun in the bar, even though he was the most highly trained officer they were ever going to meet. It didn't take too long for them to call the manager or boss of the bar to come outside to try to defuse the situation.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 17:55:44 GMT -5
Christina heard the commotion outside and figured it was probably some drunk guy trying to get pass the bouncers. When the manager came down, she knew something was strange, though she made sure to keep working. Eventually he was let in with the fire arm, but the manager whispered some things to Christina when he entered, "Make sure to watch his drinking, and keep an eye," she said and the girl nodded, then the manager left her.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 4, 2007 17:58:56 GMT -5
It was about time. The whole concept on not letting a Navy Seal into a bar because he carried a firearm was stupid. Seals were the most best and most highly trained fighters in the world. Obviously they weren't going to do anything stupid. Cameron came over to the bar and over to Christina and smiled at her. Cameron was a nice man, not a drunk. He ordered a corona and placed a twenty dollar bill, American currency on the bar. " And buy one for the house too." he said calmly, " If that isn't enough i have more." he said with a smile.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 18:12:43 GMT -5
She slid one down then looked at the twenty dollar bill. She smirked, then gave him his change, "You need alot more than that, but I Wouldn't waste your money," she smirked and noticed the American flag and rolled her eyes, Americans," she hissed softly. She didn't believe in the war, and their president was as ignorant and stupid as the rest of them, she didn't even try a conversation with the man, which was odd for her.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 4, 2007 18:15:23 GMT -5
Cameron nodded his head when she said that he was going to need more money. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two one hundred dollar bills and then placed them on the counter. " I think this would be sufficient. There are not that many people in this bar." he said with a smile and popped the lid of his drink and took a few sips. He watched her for a moment and then spoke to her from a couple feet away, " You don't seem to take a liking to me? Have i don't something to offend you miss?" He asked.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 4, 2007 18:21:37 GMT -5
(It's a club! Why does everyone call it a bar? lol)
The girl refused the money then turned to him, "You support a country with no moral," she told him, "I have little respect for people like you who continue this war, that's messing up even Italy, and you are ignorant, and selfish," then she stopped and turned away. She didn't know why she just admitted all that, and he had a gun, too!
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 4, 2007 18:25:51 GMT -5
( I am used to bars, sorry )
Cameron slid the money back into his pocket and listened to her motive for not liking his kind. He was a military man and from the looks of it, she didn't like the military. Interesting enough, so many people didn't. But the truth was and this could be denied by no one, was that war was really the only way to solve the problem in Iraq. It wasn't going to happen diplomatically, Clinton tried that, it failed. In any case Cameron called back to her, " Aren't you stereotyping us? I mean how do you know what kind of person i am from only several minutes of interaction?" Cameron asked.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 4, 2007 18:26:21 GMT -5
Vincent had already drunken his beer, and he wanted seconds so he went back to the bar, where a man sat with Corona. "May i have another Guinness." Vincent said as he gave her some Roman currency.
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