//::cyanide and happiness

[Zachary DeMoore]

It was a cool night and the breeze carried along the fumes from vehicle exhausts, nothing to shocking for the city atmosphere. Zachary stood just out of the glow of a dimming street light, only his new black skull converse and bottoms of his skinny jeans could be seen, with his ankles crossed as his figure slouched leisurely against a street wall. He noticed a girl looking his way and Zachary couldn’t help but smirk. He could tell that the girl was fixated on his crystal eyes shining from within the shadows, no female could resist the mysterious type of guy and it made him laugh to himself at the thrill he did give some women as they took interest.

Riot Scene was the place. What better to do on a Friday night then to go to the most popular rocker bar in town and pick up a few girls to take back to a room?

Steeping forward out of the shadows reveling the rest of his attire, that being a white cotton shirt with a lime green broken heart spilling out pink bloody design on the right breast, a green studded belt and black skinny jeans. His eyes tore away from the staring girl as he looked back at the door of the club, the security guard allowed him in and Zachary thanked him by nodding. Zachary slipped his hands in his pockets Zachary looked around at the clubs grungy looking interior, with its dark walls and neon lights, full stage and scantily dressed waitresses. This would be his place of entertainment tonight.

Zachary made his way to the bar, taking his hands out of his pockets he brushed his fringe back a bit and smiled at the small, sandy blonde haired waitress ready to take his drink order, "Hmm... Gin and tonic, please." He asked handing over some money, "and is there anything you want?" He smirked.

"Hah, no thanks. I have a long night ahead of me." The waitress blushed a little as she began fixing his drink.

"Suit yourself." Zachary shrugged.

When his drink was handed to him Zachary said this thanks and walked down the stairs to a spare table. Looking around at the dancers on the floor and then to the small groups of underage girls looking scared out of their minds from the fire-breather and the pierced pole dancer. Tonight seemed dull without a friend with him, though maybe the drink could fix that.

[Devin Saint]

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

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Adjusting his belt Devin smirked a little, strutting from the ladies toilets and wiping some red lipstick from his jawline, the harsh colour showing up even when he wiped it away from his deathly pale smooth skin. He smirked a little more looking behind him to see a small timid looking girl walk...well...limp slightly from the ladies, blushing madly and wiping the corner of her mouth. He almost laughed, but didnt, and sauntered over to the bar so casually you'd never suspect a thing. Tapping the sticky bar top as he waited Devin looked around, his big brown eyes scanning people in the bar with an uninterested eye.

He knew most of them from school or just around. There wasnt a lot of people in this town who Devin didnt know, or who didnt know devin for that matter. He was just one of those people that even if you didnt know him personally, you couldnt help but know about. This place, this world in general was all about knowing the jones's figuritvely speaking. Devins social and financial status had rocketed him to the public eye, even in a small place like this. Staring at a few of the people rocking out and generally having a good time Devin stopped his gaze on one boy, cocking an eyebrow and looking him over from head to toe. Ok so there was one person Devin didnt know. He wasnt all sure he wanted to know the boy either, but curiosity was slowly getting the better of him.

Ordering a drink he sat himself down on one of the bar stools, tapping the bar top still and grimacing at the sticky feeling. He looked round for the girl he'd been 'busy' with in the bathrooms and spotted her sitting down, crossing her legs and biting her lip, still blushing with her hands in her lap. Devin smirked and tipped his glass toward her gently. She attempted to smirk at him sexily and waved in a coy fashion. Devin turned away, glad he hadnt caught her name. Bowing his head slightly he licked his lips and took a long swig from his drink, looking over at the boy he didnt know for a moment, then down into his glass at the brown liquid inside it.[/blockquote][/size][/font]