<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Timestamp. Tessera, 81382 Setting. The Rage, a bit past Midnight Who. http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1655Roland Sheka</a> and http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1637Eirik Iuli</a> Rating. <span style='color:orange'>PG-13</span> - <span style='color:red'>subject to change without notice</span> <span style='color:red'>Warnings.</span> cursing, alcohol Notes. Private for Enalska</span> <div align="center><table><tr><td width=400><div align="right"><span style='color:green'><span style='font-family:courier new'>a n a l y z e</span></span></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify">This was bliss. The music was so loud that he could feel it thrum around his body and beat against his skin. He had managed to find his way to what was probably dead center of the floor and it was wonderful, he danced with anyone, everyone, and the physical contact was almost better than a drug. His outift was probably more suited for the Gravedigger, which was where he had been headed when he saw that there was a. there was less of a line at The Rage than The Gravedigger, and b. the music was pretty sweet. As unobtrusively as he could, he weaved his way out from the floor and to the bar, the temperature slightly cooler, even through the slightly ripped fishnet shirt, it didn't offer much relief, but what little it did was welcomed. Grabbing the attention of the bartender he asked for a water, earning a questioning look, but the thill gave him a glass. He leaned against the bar and sipped his water slowly, debating whether or not it was a good idea to head back on the floor. After a few seconds he turned to put down his glass, takng a step forward however, he was still turning and failed to see the 'dragon in front of him and bumped into him almost full on. <span style='color:green'>"Oh man, I'm so sorry, can I get you anything?"</span> He asked, putting his hands out in front of him in apology.</div></td></tr></table></div>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>And so he was back at the club, doing everything but... club. Same time, same place, different people. He didn't think he'd see Garret this time around, meaning he was lonely once again. This time he'd get some stronger drinks, unless someone stopped him again, but he highly doubted it. It was all fine and good, though. Eirik was content with chilling alone as long as he got a drink. He was making it to the bar, not doing too good of a job watching out himself when this guy ran into him when he was turning around.He took a step back and smiled nervously, shaking his head. <font color="#0059fa">"N-no! It's all right,"</font> he insisted with a nervous laugh. Nobody had ever done that before, so it was odd for someone to offer getting someone something just because they accidentally ran into them. He moved over to get out of the arden's way before awkwardly sitting down on an open stool and ordering a hard drink. A large ear tilted back before Eirik glanced at the other to see if he was still there glaring at him or not. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<div align="center><table><tr><td width="450"><div align="justify">Ro nodded, just to show that he had heard the other arden, but he was processing the bit of a stutter in his voice, not realizing it had been a stutter until a few seconds later, he'd thought it was another word the music was so loud. He stayed standing, leaning against the bar again, but this time turning his head to get a better look at the 'dragon he had bumped into. When he ordered a drink, Ro spoke up and asked her to get him another water, he'd pay for the other man's drink. <span style='color:green'>"So we're both good,"</span> he said. For Roland, he held himself in a regard that if he made a mistake he had to remedy it, he figured he could pick up the first drink and the two would be clear. Meanwhile, he completely failed to rationalize that he didn't owe the other arden anything, he had said it was 'all right'.</div></td></tr></table></div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I'm sooooo sorry it's been almost amonth since I posted >_></td></tr></table>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. <small>>>It's fine dude. xD I know yer prolly busy. :3</small> </font></font>He didn't leave. The guy didn't leave. And he was looking at him. It made Eirik more nervous, much more so than the first time he came here and made friends with a guy who had guns on him that whole damn time. Did this guy have guns too? Or was he just... friendly? Eirik seemed a bit tense as he leaned forward on the bar, more nervous since the other guy was apparently gonna pay for both their drinks. <font color="#0059fa">"Y-yea?"</font> he asked back tentatively, eying the other arden anxiously through his bangs. He kind of wished he had his sunglasses on, but they were comfortably sitting on the top of his head, not hiding his eyes. Maybe he needed to stick around home for a while, cause coming out seemed to be pretty nerve-wracking, like he never expected anyone to give much of a shit and come over and talk to him, or apologize for running into him. Poor guy. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
