(11-30-2015, 09:21 AM)Devastator Wrote: A young man enters the club. It is apparent to onlookers that his age definitely doesn't exceed 25. He takes off the long brown coat he is wearing revealing numerous scars on his arms and neck line. He makes his way over to the bar and asks the bar tender for some whiskey. He pulls a half spin on the bar stool and surveys his surroundings hoping to find Sunny or one of the other AFC members to talk to. When the bartender comes back with his drink he finishes the 360 he started and downs the shot no sooner than it hit the table.
Sunny would walk into the club's bar, swinging the door open and letting the dance music seep in before closing the door shut and muffling it almost entirely. He has a weed-cigar on the side of his lip, moving it from side to side and smoking a bit. He has one hand in his leather jacket's pocket and the other he takes out the cig and rolls it between his fingers as he lets out a long breath of smoke in the air that vanishes up and soon away through the vents. He walks up to the bar thirsty for a drink and feeling his mouth dry and in need of some moisture, though judging by his reddened eyes we was not complaining about it but having a good time. He walks up, seeing some cute girls and meeting their gaze before taking a seat and sitting down at the bar counter. Between him and the young man was one empty seat but Sunny doesn't notice him straight off but instead puts his elbows on the counter and hands under his chin, taking another smoke of the weed roll.
