Yaaaaa that mascara leakage and Elena looked like Godzilla, yo... scaaaary.
He said nothing as he watched her rise and make her way through the dimly lit nightclub, easily zigzagging through the crowd with obvious discomfort to the ladies’ room. Reno had to snort to himself at that though. Guess there was a first for everyone in a nightclub.. Even a first time for learning about leaving your purse behind unattended too, but he was just going to be a nice guy and tuck it closer to him.
Once the blond disappeared behind closed doors, he let his gaze wander, taking in the surroundings. It was a nice club, really...
The dance floor out in the middle gave the young Turk little to no interest as he eyed the place, however, but the private one on one booths along the wall looked interesting. He couldn't help but notice that the over all theme in detailed asian influence half reminded him of Don Corneo's place - which paused his thought process to idly wonder if there were available whore-rooms here as well... Oh hell nah, Elena would fuckin' shoot him dead if he went off on her to "fool around" yo.
He practically paled as he envisioned a godzilla-like image immerging with a wonderful set of AK-47s in his mind.
Happy thoughts.. Happy thoughts..
Thankfully, the redhead was able enough to shake himself out of it by the time the barmaid came and asked him what he wanted – and fancy that, this nightclub even had fast food order, yo! Oh yes, this was so going down in Reno’s book as a new favorite place. It was like the nightclub of his dreams… all that was missing were the hot naked- images of godzilla again killed that thought dead.
“Pepperoni pizza. Yea, lotsa cheese toppings, just go crazy yo! I like cheese orgies in my mouth.” Said mouth was watering already. “Oh yea! And onion rings yo, please, onion rings!” he added, cursing himself for almost forgetting those god forsaken onion rings.
And then a pause as the woman asked for beverage.
…
Had thyself been in front of him, you could have practically seen the thinking wheels turn inside that delicate one-track mind before a sly mischievous smile spread across those luscious lips.
“Two hard vodkas, on the rocks.”
Once the barmaid nodded and tottered off with the order all nicely written up on a pad, he chanced a look back to the ladies’ room with a slight smirk. Elena sure was taking a while… Greyish-blue orbs meandered back innocently to the purse, evil smile still intact. Oh don’t you go thinking I forgot, yo.
Another look to the lavatory. Then back to the purse. He could see the black plate of the shiney journal, right there. Elena’s journal.
A last glance to the washrooms before instantly, his hands were on it.
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He said nothing as he watched her rise and make her way through the dimly lit nightclub, easily zigzagging through the crowd with obvious discomfort to the ladies’ room. Reno had to snort to himself at that though. Guess there was a first for everyone in a nightclub.. Even a first time for learning about leaving your purse behind unattended too, but he was just going to be a nice guy and tuck it closer to him.
Once the blond disappeared behind closed doors, he let his gaze wander, taking in the surroundings. It was a nice club, really...
The dance floor out in the middle gave the young Turk little to no interest as he eyed the place, however, but the private one on one booths along the wall looked interesting. He couldn't help but notice that the over all theme in detailed asian influence half reminded him of Don Corneo's place - which paused his thought process to idly wonder if there were available whore-rooms here as well... Oh hell nah, Elena would fuckin' shoot him dead if he went off on her to "fool around" yo.
He practically paled as he envisioned a godzilla-like image immerging with a wonderful set of AK-47s in his mind.
Happy thoughts.. Happy thoughts..
Thankfully, the redhead was able enough to shake himself out of it by the time the barmaid came and asked him what he wanted – and fancy that, this nightclub even had fast food order, yo! Oh yes, this was so going down in Reno’s book as a new favorite place. It was like the nightclub of his dreams… all that was missing were the hot naked- images of godzilla again killed that thought dead.
“Pepperoni pizza. Yea, lotsa cheese toppings, just go crazy yo! I like cheese orgies in my mouth.” Said mouth was watering already. “Oh yea! And onion rings yo, please, onion rings!” he added, cursing himself for almost forgetting those god forsaken onion rings.
And then a pause as the woman asked for beverage.
…
Had thyself been in front of him, you could have practically seen the thinking wheels turn inside that delicate one-track mind before a sly mischievous smile spread across those luscious lips.
“Two hard vodkas, on the rocks.”
Once the barmaid nodded and tottered off with the order all nicely written up on a pad, he chanced a look back to the ladies’ room with a slight smirk. Elena sure was taking a while… Greyish-blue orbs meandered back innocently to the purse, evil smile still intact. Oh don’t you go thinking I forgot, yo.
Another look to the lavatory. Then back to the purse. He could see the black plate of the shiney journal, right there. Elena’s journal.
A last glance to the washrooms before instantly, his hands were on it.
Oh ho ho, pay back was a bitch, yo.