Head back downstairs

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You're a little overwhelmed up here, and decide to head back down.  As you pass by the bouncer, you hear him chuckle, and keep your eyes straight ahead.
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You're a little overwhelmed up here, and feel very exposed and alone.  After a few undecided seconds, you change your mind, ready to head back down.  You're half jogging down the stairs when something strange happens.
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You walk into the ground level of the bar, and as you pass the hallway, a rough voice startles you.
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The lights go really dim.
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“Nice ass, boy.”
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“It’s Friday night!” a man’s voice announces over some sort of speaker. “Time for Blackout at the Midtown Pub!”
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You turn and look, and spot a gray bearded man in jeans and a brown t-shirt that says “Daddy” across his chest in yellow letters.  He nods at you, and gives your ass another long look.
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At the dimming, there are cheers. You stumble in the dim light, and slam into someone half-way down the stairs.
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“Bet that’s a tight one.”
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"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.
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He’s a little scary.  He’s probably thirty or forty years older than you, and there’s something in his gaze that’s aggressive and mean.  But there’s no denying that your stomach is reacting, and there’s just something about an older man with a take-charge attitude. He's also got a good package in those jeans, and his chest is wide, with hairs peeking out over the top of his Daddy t-shirt.
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You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up.  The stairwell has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.
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"The lights," you say, confused.
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"Blackout night," the older man says. "Last Friday of every month. Travel guide says this place gets pretty wild when the lights go down."
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"Oh," you say, and right yourself.  Pretty wild?  You make another move to go past.
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"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again. "You ran into me pretty fast there."
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“Well?” he asks.  “Is it?”  He takes a swig of his beer, tipping it back for a long swallow.
 
You say...
You say...
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*[["Sorry, I'm just heading for a drink."]]
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*[["Sorry!" and head on home. Obviously this just isn't the bar for you.]]
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*[["It's pretty tight, yeah."]]
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*[["No fire, but you're pretty hot."]]
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*[["Wow, you're blunt, aren't you?"]]
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*[["Sorry, I didn't see you."]]
[[Category: Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night]]
[[Category: Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night]]

Revision as of 15:39, 5 June 2011

You're a little overwhelmed up here, and feel very exposed and alone. After a few undecided seconds, you change your mind, ready to head back down. You're half jogging down the stairs when something strange happens.

The lights go really dim.

“It’s Friday night!” a man’s voice announces over some sort of speaker. “Time for Blackout at the Midtown Pub!”

At the dimming, there are cheers. You stumble in the dim light, and slam into someone half-way down the stairs.

"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.

You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up. The stairwell has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.

"The lights," you say, confused.

"Blackout night," the older man says. "Last Friday of every month. Travel guide says this place gets pretty wild when the lights go down."

"Oh," you say, and right yourself. Pretty wild? You make another move to go past.

"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again. "You ran into me pretty fast there."


You say...

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