Post by Tiff'blz on Oct 19, 2007 17:44:52 GMT -5
A black boot tapped the uprising of the bar, the footstep up to the barstool. A dark pair of jeans clad Darren's legs, matching the polished black of his shoes. In a clashing and striking difference, his shirt was a bleached white. The darkness of his tan was a sharp contrast, as was the jet black of his hair. He held a swirling cup of brandy, twisting his wrist to create a whirlpool effect. The liquid slipped up to the very edge of the cup, but never slopped over. He paused, and took a sip. The boot was catching the beat of the music that blasted in the background.
His head turned, only to see the throbbing twisting crowd of people on the dancefloor. From where he was sitting, it looked as if they moved as one, using the music as a heartbeat. He shook his head. If he had someone to dance with, he would join the floor, but as it stood, he was by himself. Darren Barrerra was a loner, by his choice or not, he was there alone.
Drinking alone, and watching others have fun. He looked over at the bartender, a replacement for the chestnut haired girl that usually tended the customers. Word was she hurried out after a blond haired guy with an attitude and didnt come back. None of Darren's business, but people let their gums flap about. Darren prefered the company of dogs. They wagged their tails..not their tongues.
Darren spun his seat around, settling his feet on the lower bar of the barstool. He leaned up against the bar, setting his elbows back on the mahogony surface. His eyes stayed focused on the crowd. The music changed, now faster and harder hitting. A few hoots and howls came from the floor. Even as tired as they must be, they danced harder than ever.
His head turned, only to see the throbbing twisting crowd of people on the dancefloor. From where he was sitting, it looked as if they moved as one, using the music as a heartbeat. He shook his head. If he had someone to dance with, he would join the floor, but as it stood, he was by himself. Darren Barrerra was a loner, by his choice or not, he was there alone.
Drinking alone, and watching others have fun. He looked over at the bartender, a replacement for the chestnut haired girl that usually tended the customers. Word was she hurried out after a blond haired guy with an attitude and didnt come back. None of Darren's business, but people let their gums flap about. Darren prefered the company of dogs. They wagged their tails..not their tongues.
Darren spun his seat around, settling his feet on the lower bar of the barstool. He leaned up against the bar, setting his elbows back on the mahogony surface. His eyes stayed focused on the crowd. The music changed, now faster and harder hitting. A few hoots and howls came from the floor. Even as tired as they must be, they danced harder than ever.
