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paixaorpg2008-06-29 03:44 am
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Character(s): Deidara, open
Content: Deidara scopes out the clubbing scene.
Setting: The Wild Ginger [L5]
Time: night
Warnings: Deidara and alcohol
Having spent most of the day wandering to nowhere in particular, Deidara had finally stopped at a place that seemed interesting: The Wild Ginger. And while he hadn't been entirely sure what it was at first sight, it looked far more interesting than most of the places he'd seen. So he'd gone in, and found a rather nice little club. So he sat himself down at the bar, ordered and absinthe suissesse, and settled in to look over the customers.
The girls were appealing him more tonight, though he never had been particularly fond of blond men, which might have explained it (really, no one could work blond hair like he could). But while he liked blond on a woman, today it just wasn't all that appealing. There were just too many of them. And they all looked the same anyway. There was nothing unique about any of them. Even talking to a few revealed them to be oddly shallow.
He would have to look elsewhere for his next canvas, then. It was a pain, but art was worth it. Or maybe someone interesting would walk in. He sipped his drink, leaned easily against the bar, and watched the ocean of blonds for something interesting.
Content: Deidara scopes out the clubbing scene.
Setting: The Wild Ginger [L5]
Time: night
Warnings: Deidara and alcohol
Having spent most of the day wandering to nowhere in particular, Deidara had finally stopped at a place that seemed interesting: The Wild Ginger. And while he hadn't been entirely sure what it was at first sight, it looked far more interesting than most of the places he'd seen. So he'd gone in, and found a rather nice little club. So he sat himself down at the bar, ordered and absinthe suissesse, and settled in to look over the customers.
The girls were appealing him more tonight, though he never had been particularly fond of blond men, which might have explained it (really, no one could work blond hair like he could). But while he liked blond on a woman, today it just wasn't all that appealing. There were just too many of them. And they all looked the same anyway. There was nothing unique about any of them. Even talking to a few revealed them to be oddly shallow.
He would have to look elsewhere for his next canvas, then. It was a pain, but art was worth it. Or maybe someone interesting would walk in. He sipped his drink, leaned easily against the bar, and watched the ocean of blonds for something interesting.