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[ log; rolo + minatsuki ]
Oct. 9th, 2009 11:45 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lamperburton.livejournal.com[ It's late night in the party district and he already started making his rounds. The week had been long and with Lelouch out of town on some school related trip, he's felt the need to let loose and slip back into some old vices. Getting in was easy enough. He's been doing it for so long that lying is easy and he almost looks the part now that he's older. In a pair of torn but tight fitting pants with more zippers than he really needs and a couple layered wife beaters under a loose fitting vest, he's dressed for the scene.
Of course, he looks a bit wealthier than some of the people in the place, and already he's prevented two others from trying to pick his pocket (the first was rather surprised to find a knife to their throat before they could blink). But he's not a idiot and he knows how things work here.
A cigarette dangles from his lips as he closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in toxic fumes. He can smell marijuana in the air, but it doesn't get to him. Nor does the heavy throbbing base of the music from the dance floor. It's all too familiar to him. And he takes it in like a drug. One that he's craved for a while since he's moved in with the Britannias.
Taking a drag, he catches the eye of some scantily clad girl down the bar who he can tell has been eying him. He smirks at her and leans forward towards the bartender, ordering her a drink. Nothing will come from it, but he wants to play a little. He orders a drink for himself as well, sliding the plastic card that has his adoptive brother's name on it across the metal counter.
Part of him wishes Lelouch were here too, but if what Lelouch had said about traveling was true (and he had no reason to suspect otherwise), the elder is in another town and bogged down with boring work. Poor him. Rolo, on the other hand merely throws back the shot before ordering another and grins to himself.
It felt good to be back, if only for a few hours. ]
[ WARNING: This post contains dubious consensual sex, severe cursing, violence, alcohol, and mentions of drug use. Oh and poor attempts at translating Japanese. ]
Of course, he looks a bit wealthier than some of the people in the place, and already he's prevented two others from trying to pick his pocket (the first was rather surprised to find a knife to their throat before they could blink). But he's not a idiot and he knows how things work here.
A cigarette dangles from his lips as he closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in toxic fumes. He can smell marijuana in the air, but it doesn't get to him. Nor does the heavy throbbing base of the music from the dance floor. It's all too familiar to him. And he takes it in like a drug. One that he's craved for a while since he's moved in with the Britannias.
Taking a drag, he catches the eye of some scantily clad girl down the bar who he can tell has been eying him. He smirks at her and leans forward towards the bartender, ordering her a drink. Nothing will come from it, but he wants to play a little. He orders a drink for himself as well, sliding the plastic card that has his adoptive brother's name on it across the metal counter.
Part of him wishes Lelouch were here too, but if what Lelouch had said about traveling was true (and he had no reason to suspect otherwise), the elder is in another town and bogged down with boring work. Poor him. Rolo, on the other hand merely throws back the shot before ordering another and grins to himself.
It felt good to be back, if only for a few hours. ]
[ WARNING: This post contains dubious consensual sex, severe cursing, violence, alcohol, and mentions of drug use. Oh and poor attempts at translating Japanese. ]
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