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, Shu <3
Looking for a Better Tomorrow
Group: Admin Sage
Member No.: 5
Joined: 27-March 08
It was midnight, or maybe even past? Shoren didn't know. All he knew he was in his 'street threads' looking good. Of course, it was hard for Sho, or even his brother Shu to not look good in what they wore. They just had that quality to them. Whether they inherited from their father and his 'dood ol days' or if it was from their mothers... Although getting it from two different mothers for both of them was slim to none. Their father must of been something when he was younger...
But anyhow, he moved, stepping into the place. This was a new one, and he only recently heard about the place. So he wanted to check it out. It wasn't abnormal for him to explore new places.
He stood outside like others for awhile, but when he finally made it in side... The lights were flashing, different colors as a heavy beat seemed to vibrate through your body. He wa surprised he didn't realize the music was this loud from outside. Of course most clubs had good sound proofing.
He moved along the dance floor for awhile, not knowing a few were watching him. He was oblivious to it. So when he finally needed a breather, he went to the bar, taking a breath and moving his hair from his face from the dancing. He smiled at the bartender, not often there was a woman tending bar, so it was just icing on his cake of the night.. "I'd like a scotch on the rocks please" Heavier than what he normally started with, but he didn't think he'd be here to long. It was all fast paced and he was getting worn out.
He didn't seem to realize how long it took for his drink to reach him, nor did he realize the bartender had talked to the group that had been watching him earlier. He also didn't notice what was passed, or put into the drink. He was oblivious to all of it...
So when his drink finally arrived he just smiled, took it and turned some, looking around the crowd a bit. He honestly didn't recognize anyone.. Well okay, maybe a few faces from one night stands, but no one he talked to at these things normally. He tilted back and downed his drink, turning to set it on the counter before he moved to the floor once more.
It wasn't that long before things started to seem fuzzy. He didn't have a strong drink did he? He shouldn't be fuzzy all ready, he just had one scotch. Unless she mistaked and gave him a double, but he was fairly certain he would of realized. But no matter, he started to head off. He should head home before he got worse. He very rarely got this far with drinking, he had to be able to sneak back into home anyhow...
He gasped feeling a hand press against his chest, stopping him and he looked up, when did these guys get here? Why didn't he notice them? He swallowed, "Scuse me.. But I-" He didn't get to finish since the man grabbed his hirt and pulled him roughly to a side. He gasped and tried to glare, "Teh hell...is.. your.." he groaned.. His head was starting to feel like it was slushing around in a deep pool. Something was wrong, what he didn't know though.
He felt himself getting pulled again and he glared, and reacted like he would any other time, a fist was sent towards the one holding him, but it felt like he was going in slow motion and he barely tapped the guy. But he still flipped and turned and decked him. Which made him fall into what he assumed was one of his buddies since he was just grabbed and was pulled along still..
What the hell was going on? He blinked slowly, a hand managing to reach his cheek.. Or maybe it was more his jaw, either way it hurt like hell. He seemed to get smacked in the face with cold and he blinked slowly. They were... He glanced around.. A hallway by the looks of it.. He groaned hearing a click he turned some, and just relaized they left the hall and were in another room.
Sho squirmed trying to pull away from who was holding him but it didn't work, all it did was piss him off and next thing he new he was tripped and was face down on the floor. He growled a bit trying to get up, "get.. off" he muttered weakly...
The rest went by to fast. And no matter how much struggling he did he couldn't get either of them off and to leave him alone... It could of been minutes, or hours, he had no idea. All he knew was they just left him there and he struggled to even move. It felt like his entire body hurt. Those ass wipes were way to rough.. If they hadn't been such dick weeds he might of been willing even. He was rather known for his nightly habits. Even if there was no 'proof' of them.
He struggled to get dressed, stumbling to the door.. He swallowed hard, his head was still swimming, and now there was a pounding.. He looked up.. It looked like the hall was moving, but he slowly started to move, leaning a bit heavily against the wall... When he got back to that other room the music made the pounding in his head worse.. But he did his best and pushed past it.. Staying at the edge to have a wall to lean against if he needed it.
He managed to reach the exit and he slipped out, stumbling a bit. He didn't hear the murmurs of 'is that guy okay' and other similar mutterings. He couldn't really hear at the moment, his head still pounding from the music...
He staggered a bit, anyone who saw him probably think he was some drunk that got in a bad fight due to the bruising on his cheek. (lower more on his jaw)
He continued on like that until he got into firmiliar territory.. He leaned against the building for awhile to clear his head.. Luckily the cool night air helped it clear, and he was soon heading inside.. Moving as silently as he could... And where did he go?
To the room of the only person he figured he could trust for help.
He knocked on his brothers door before slumping against it, not thinking of the fact he'd fall in soon as it opened...