A night clubbin(now Open)

[Rorschach]

Angel says: I will be watching, and will probably insert a NPC to keep things at a reasonable level. You have been warned.
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Sour and IOY stood outside. The music was bumping, the base was pumping and there were women everywhere.

"Is this the place?" Sour asked with a slight sense of intrigue.

"This should be," IOY stated. "Pablo gave me the directions to go off riverlake street and turn onto Brock Road. This better be the place."

Sour and IOY stared at the club. They were wearing black tuxedos and black sunglasses to match their attire. IOY'S blond hair was slicked back while Sour cut his earlier in the morning.

Sour and IOY began to walk into the club. The guard was standing in front keeping the club safe from potential fools or losers. Luckily Sour and IOY were on the list.

"Names?" The guard asked suspiciously as Sour and IOY continued to rock their fly looking tuxedo's.

"Sour and IOY", the two yelled in unision.

"Ok your in," The guard spat to the two.

Sour and IOY walked into the club looking as fly as ever. As they entered the club, everybody was watching them. IOY and Sour then took off their sunglasses and tossed it into the crowd. It seemed a lucky young lady had caught Sour's shades while a group of women were fighting on the floor to pick up IOY'S shades.

"They seem to like us," Sour stated in a cocky tone of voice.

"It seems so," IOY agreed.

Sour and IOY stared at each other for 5 seconds, nodded their heads and then ripped off their tuxedos sporting more comfortable, casual attire. Sour was wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans while IOY was sporting a fly t-shirt and tight jeans rocking more of the skater style.

"Now the real party starts," Sour spoke in a soft tone.

Sour suddenly walked to the woman who picked up his shades.

"It seems you have been blessed today", Sour flirted. "You picked up my shades."

"Would you like them back?" The woman asked in a sensual arousing tone.

"No," Sour explained. "But I would like to buy you a drink."

The woman began walking to the bar, and Sour followed her wondering what would happen in the near future.

[OOC: Nobody post on this yet, I need to get it approved by the mods first AND I need to do some indivisual posting with just me and IOY....get things rolling before others can join.]

-Sour

[ok another thing....dont post wether its approved or not or what u think of it plz pm it to me considering its STILL AN RP lol.....only people who can post are me, BB and IOY and angel(BB is the DJ and a club always needs a DJ....srry if I sound unfair...he can create another character though if he wishes too)...nobody else can post except angel because angel is the mod and she has to post to keep this rpg alive)

[Big Boss]

DJ BB walks up to the stage as the crowd watches, he raises his fists and makes a metal sign. "Ladies and gents, DJBB is here to trip your mind"

[Angel]

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Angel was sitting in one of the couches, next to her friend who was obviously a bit distracted with the boy she brought to this place. She wondered why she even came.. her friend said that she wanted company, but then she picked up this.. boy.

"This kinda place isn't my scene anyway.." she said with a pout. She didn't really wanna be here, but was stuck for the moment anyway. Staring off into space, she tried to imagine what it would be like to be someone who came to this place regularly, to be the kinda girl that was with a new guy every night.

"That's just not me." she said instantly. It wasn't. But she fantasied at times. Why was she EVEN HERE!?

[IOwnedYou]

(( Can I has mah black hair back XD ))

IOY looked down at the group of girl fighting over his shades.
"Ladies. Cool it", they stopped at looked at him. He scratched his head and then said "This is a wig.. Quite itchy", he ripped the wig off and his crazy black hair flew all over, it was quite messy... But that's the way he liked it. IOY grabbed a lady's hand. "You're my first choice ma'am. Let us go to the dance floor", he brought her over and they danced crazily for the first few songs. The next few were good slow ones.

He slow danced with her for a few minutes or rather a few songs.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Sure", she replied in a girly tone. She was blushing.
IOY went over to the bar and got two drinks. He gave one to the woman and they tapped glasses. IOY drank his in a quick way gulping it down very fast. His quiet lady friend drank her's more slowly and quietly. He looked over at Sour.
"Wanna meet a friend of mine and his girl?" IOY asked
The girl nodded and they went over to Sour's table.
"MINI PLAYA!" Sour yelled.
"SOMETHING PLAYA!" IOY yelled.
The two talked as the two girls talked.
"Wanna meet my date?" IOY asked in an odd tone.

[Rorschach]

Sour stared at the two women having a conversation. They were so beautiful. The women conversed as if they knew each other.

"Something playa?" IOY asked in confusion.

"Oh, sorry I was just thinking of something" Sour chuckled.

After the two couples finished their drinks, Sour led everybody onto the couches where they can relax and listen to the music.

But soon Sour noticed a woman looking terribly uncomfortable. She had a beautiful face and seemed like a very intellectual person. Sour then looked at the woman by his side and then at the woman on the couch.

"So baby, what brings a woman like yourself into a place like this?" Sour asked in now a deeper voice.

"My friend and I were looking for some fun so we came here. Shes over there though," the woman spoke.

The woman pointed to the woman who seemed to be dancing with a man. She looked uninterested and bored but she continued to dance. The man had absolutely horrible dance moves but he was huge.

"So miss, whats your name?" Sour asked as he winked at the woman.

"Jessica", The woman yelled due to the music growing progressively louder. "Whats yours?"

"Call me Sour," Sour belted with pride.

Jessica looked a little worried. She continued looking at her friend with more and more fear. She then looked at Sour. Sour nodded and the woman got up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and went off to see how her friend was.

Sour took this chance to walk over to the woman on the couch.

"You look uninterested," Sour said to the woman on the couch. "Tell me whats wrong."

[OOC: Angel is the woman im talking too....not jessica but the woman on the couch.

[IOwnedYou]

IOY watched Sour use his moves on a nervous woman on the couch.
Heh... good job my playa brother
IOY looked at his own beautiful date. He noticed her stare at him for a long, long time.
"What is it my dear?" he asked smiling.
She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. Then she got up and left.
That was weird he thought.

He saw a one beauty... and one beast. He noticed sour look at them too. He was flirting with this other chick though. He walked over to Sour and whispered in his ear. Sour nodded in approval.
"Good...", he said then walked over to the beast. He tapped him on his shoulder. His "girlfriend" turned around too.
"The girl you're with... Did you ever notice she seemed bored?" he told him. The man clenched his fists. The girl shook her head at IOY.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE SAYIN'?!" the big man towered over IOY.
"I'm sayin' that she obviously is bored with you", IOY shot back.
The man went to punch him in the face.

[Rorschach]

The man punched IOY in the face. IOY fell to the floor with a loud BANG! Sour was alarmed and got up from the couch to see what was going on.

"Sorry hun, but I really have to get going!" Sour yelled as the music was pumping.

Sour sprinted to the center of the club to see IOY getting up with his nose bleeding. Sour sprinted to the huge man and punched him in the face, Sour then grabbed his head and kneed him. The man took a few steps back but was on his feet again.

Soon the mans friend joined his size. Sour was only 5.5 while these two guys were over 6 feet tall. Soon the mans friend lunged at Sour and instantly DJ BB changed the song to this

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Sour and IOY were brawling and they didnt seem to be hurting the other men much. The man punched Sour in the face but IOY tackled the man allowing Sour to get up and kick the mans friend in the face. Sour and IOY were getting tired.

The men started to tire a little. They were sweating a lot but the continued fighting. The mans friend grabbed Sour and threw him into the wall. Sour went flying and was dizzy from the impact. The other man ran in and ram Sour even more into the wall.

Sour fell to the floor bleeding from inside his mouth. IOY knew it was time to get serious. He grabbed a bar stool and WHACKED it over the man's friend's head. The man fell to the floor. IOY tried hitting the first guy with the bar stool but the man caught it...So IOY grabbed a Pool stick and Smashed it in his face. The man fell to the floor unconsious.

The other man snuck up behind IOY until...Sour grabbed a garbage can, stuck it on his head, hit it with the pool stick to make it rattle and then kicked him to the floor and rolled him into the wall. The man banged into the wall and was squirming for a little while but soon stopped moving.

Sour and IOY stared at each other and smiled. They were bleeding, cut and bruised but they won the fight. Soon a group of women grabbed them, took them to the couches and began to obsess over them saying many things at once.

Sour told the women to talk to IOY because he was the one who won the fight. Soon, Sour limped through the crowd of women to talk to the uninterested woman sitting on the couch.

"Now where were we?" Sour asked with a joking tone of voice as in nothing had happened.

[IOwnedYou]

IOY had many ladies gathered around him. He saw one, one very beautiful girl. She seemed shy, she had blue eyes and brown long hair. He pushed throught he others in a rude way. Some walked away and some stayed. He didn't care much at all.
"You're my choice. You're my love", IOY spoke in a soothing way.
The lady blushed and smiled a little bit. IOY and the girl went off to the dance floor. They slowdanced most of the time staring one another in the eye.
"What's your name ma' lady?" IOY asked in a quiet tone.
The girl barely talked.

IOY was curious. Was she mute? No... She spoke to him before. One sentence... Was she overly shy? That was the most likely choice.

[Rorschach]

Sour seemed to lose interest in the woman on the couch. He was here to have fun and fun was not what he was having. It seemed the other women were still standing around. Sour walked back to them.

"So ladies, unlike my friend Mini Playa, how about you all come to hang out with Sour? Sour asked, his tone, sensual, smart, sophisticated.

The women grabbed Sour, took him to the couch and began to sit and talk with him. Sour put his arm around the two women beside him as they gave him a kiss. One woman on the cheek, another snuck a kiss on the lips.

The woman who Kissed Sour on the lips leaned on his shoulder. She was beginning to gain Sours attention more than the other women. Suddenly, one girl, spun Sour around to face her and started to make out with him.

"Hmm," Sour thought to himself. "Ack No, shes slobbering on me, she obviously doesn't know what shes doing."

Sour let himself go from the woman. She looked crush and now the other women were snickering at her whispering words like "desperate fool" and "stupid tramp".

Sour felt bad for the woman so he gave her a seat right next to him moving the other woman out of they way and allowing him to spend some time with his new "friend" leaning on his shoulder.

"So whats your name cutie?" Sour asked her curiously.

"Miranda" The woman spoke. "How about you?"

"Call me Sour," Sour bursted with pride.

Mirandas skin so smooth, legs so nice and perfectly toned, body so curvy. She was perfect.

Suddenly, a rather muscular looking man walked up to Sour. Sour was suddenly extremely nervous and somewhat disturbed but he kept his cool.

"Hey sup?" Sour asked regreting the decision he just made.

"Antwan," The man yelled as his voice echoed throughout the room. "How about I steal one of these ladies from you?"

Sour took this as the perfect chance.

"You beautiful ladies dont want to sit here bored while I just chill. Why dont you dance with my friend Antwan here," Sour politely offered.

The women nodded their heads and walked over to the dance floor with Antwan.

Sour looked at the woman leaning on his shoulder. He then stared at her beauty for a minute.

"It seems me and you get some alone time," Sour bursted with confidence.

Soon, Sour and Miranda's lips touched as the dance floor was moving. Sour was holding Mirandas hips as things began to get more intimate. It seemed as if time had stopped and Sour and Miranda were the only people in the room. Everything in his life was perfect. Mirandas lips so soft, hands so smooth, everything was perfect.

"Im in the mood for a dance now," Sour sang excitedly. "Would you care to join me?"

[IOwnedYou]

IOY got done dancing with her. He got quite bored and sat on a couch.
Aye, so many girls... But so bored...
A big man towered over him. He picked him up by his shirt.
"Were you dancing with my girl?!"
Oh lord... not this bullsh*t again...
He threw IOY against the table and the table smashed. IOY got pissed off.
He tripped the man and quickly grabbed a bottle and smashed it against his head. He threw the shards at the man, giving him cuts and making him bleed. He was on the ground whimpering in pain. IOY turned around and left into a crowd. There was no one to dance with. He went up to the bar and sat on a stool
"Give me a Cherry Viola" he sounded demanding.
The bartender quickly filled the order and gave it to him. IOY gulped it down within 5 seconds.
IOY yelled to the DJ
"CRANK UP THE MUSIC!"

[Rorschach]

Sour was dancing with Miranda. He was nervous that he would screw everything up but he continued. Suddenly he looked at IOY. He was drunk as a well....drunk.

"Im sorry miranda but I have to check up on my friend", Sour explained.

Miranda nodded off as Sour walked over to IOY. He saw him dancing around with a glass in his hand. There was wine spilled all over his shirt. He wasn't looking so good.

"Ok buddy lets get you in the car," Sour explained as he grabbed IOY.

IOY brushed himself off of Sour. He didnt know what he was doing.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" IOY yelled at Sour not knowing his own actions.

IOY threw his glass at Sour. Sour ducked and dodged the glass. He rushed in to tackle IOY to the floor. IOY dodged it and kicked Sour into the wall.

"Oh man not again," Sour moaned.

Sour knew IOY was physically stronger than him. But right now, Sour could outsmart him.

Sour ran at IOY, jumped and Kicked him in the face. IOY barely took a step back and retaliated with a bone-crushing punch to Sours face. Sour flew into the bar knocking down the bottles.

IOY jumped into the bar and grabbed a beer bottle. He was ready to knock Sour with the finishing blow but suddenly...he fell to the floor. IOY was asleep. Sour whiped his head and picked up IOY. He then walked out of the club, placed IOY in the car and left.

"He'll be awake in 2 hours," Sour laughed.

[sephikus]

Just then a stranger dressed in black jeans, with black military boots, a black trenchcoat worn loose over a black muscle shirt, a pair of black reflective sunglasses, a black fedora, and a pair of black biker gloves, with lithe muscled pale caucasian skin, shoulder-length slightly curly jet black hair and a black goatee walked up to the bouncer(guard, whatever) and with a swift movement withdrew a business card and placed it on the board in front of the bouncer who motioned for him to go on in.
"Welcome Mr. Vivamorte", the bouncer said as the stranger was already brushing past him no longer even noticing the man's presence.

The stranger walked up to the bar and tossing a twenty on the bar he spoke in a deliberate and precise manner, "Vodka Neat, my private stock" the bartender raised an eyebrow but after placing another business card before him the bartender nodded and quickly ran to a back room to grab a unlabeled bottle and quickly poured a large beer glass full of vodka. Nodding the stranger began to slowly down the drink before suddenly upending the glass and downing half the glass in a single swig, the glass now empty he set it on the bar and rose to find a more comfotable spot.

[Rorschach]

As Sour walked back into the club, he easily entered from his recent fight. He entered the club to hear a new song had been played, an upbeat fast paced song:

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He over at the couches to see the V.I.P lounge was being opened, as all the women got in with ease while only suckers and posers stayed out. Sour knew he wouldn't get into the V.I.P section of the party so he decided to visit the bar for a nice tequila. The bartender gave him a small drinking glass as he handed over last twenty-dollar bill of the night. He wanted to order a second glass only to realize that he had no more money as he opened his now empty wallet.

"One for both please?" An enthusiastic yet seductive voice commanded.

Soon, Sour looked up to see a glass of tequila in front of him and a beautiful blond babe sitting beside him. Sour smiled replying to her offer with a kind "thank you" but also discouraged in his mind.

"RULE NUMBER 8, A WOMAN NEVER BUYS YOU A DRINK!" Sour thought to himself, angered at his pathetic excuse for a wallet.

"So how about we step into the V.I.P lounge?" The woman asked winking at him as she got up, and walked towards the door.

Sour followed the girl as he knew this would end badly until he noticed a man wearing all black, standing patiently behind Sour. Sour looked at the man and whispered "I need you to do me a favor. You are now my best friend in order to get me into the V.I.P club!" Besides, you have swag, why wouldn't they let you in?"

[sephikus]

The stranger reached up and slid his shades down just past his nose, "Of course they'll let me in....But why should I help you out?" With a snort he slides his glasses back up his nose then waving a hand back towards Sour he flourishes a business card, drawn from out of nowhere in less time than it took to blink. "Just follow me and don't embarrass me or it will be the last mistake you ever make."
The Card he had passed to Sour read,
"Marcus Vivamorte
CEO, Vivamorte Studios
Chief Tactical Officer, Akaryu"

Marcus continued walking and flashing another card to the bouncer at the ropes separating the VIP section from the rest of the club, motioning towards Sour signaling to the bouncer that he was with him. The bouncer nodded and held the rope open as the two walked through, the blonde who had bought Sour a drink being turned away after trying to flirt her way in.

Marcus led Sour to a darker section of the VIP Lounge where a round table had been setup against a semi-circular booth-style couch. He slid back behind the table settling near the middle of the couch and opened a hidden compartment on the table, pulling out an unlabeled bottle of clear liquid and a pair of glass drinking cups identical to the one he had drank from earlier. Pouring himself a glass he turned and offered some to Sour.

[Rorschach]

"This guy had class! the clothes, the style, the everything? Whats a slump like me doing with a guy like him?" Sour thought to himself.

The music had become slower, more chilled out as the new DJ had turned on some classic Rock, the crowd was moving to the old sounds of "Kansas".



Sour accepted the mans offer to and poured himself a glass which was more large and sculptured than the usual glasses. V.I.P was insane.

"So, I guess I should thank you," Sour explained. "Not about getting me in, about saving my dignity. AND for this huge couch, we can have a shitload of women coming in!"

"No problem, Marcus calmly replies. "That skank tries to pull that every night with a different guy, though i'd prefer if you took the women somewhere else, i come here to relax not date." Pointing to a small doorway just behind a red silk curtain he continues, "There's a private room in there with couches and a bed if you want to use that."

Sour was in love with the V.I.P section already but he didn't want to seem eager. He drank his vodka and poured another glass, awaiting what women would come to them.