MAKE LOVE IN THIS CLUB, OPEN.

[logan hayes dawson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » IN THE CLUB The night was vivid. The atmosphere was extremely electrifying. Anyone who was anyone was in-attendance. Hell, even those who were seen as nobodies were crowded somewhere in the packed house of this Element nightclub. Logan had definitely outdone himself this time, somehow, someway, he had managed to recruit over one thousand and three hundred students and locals combined of the city of Maryland, and convinced them all to gather up and party their night away at the before mentioned club. Tonight’s special event was dedicated to the last few weeks remaining before the start of the school year, thus it came to no surprise that Thirteen Below was entirely sold out, and that every inch and step inside the room was occupied by a dancing or active figure. Logan could do no more than smile contently at the sight of a thousand dancing bodies, as he approached the handrails of the second floor, and looked down towards the first, enthralled by the chilling atmosphere. He saw the crowd as an endless opportunity for him to work his magic, and sell his drugs as was assigned to him by the higher ups. Tonight he had on him some methamphetamine, some mdma, some cannabis, and even some cocaine; the normal shit that you took in parties such as this one. He was loaded, so much in fact that if he were to get caught, then he would undoubtedly face up to fifteen years in jail, assumingly. With those concerns aside though, Logan was personally assured that tonight, his business would sky rocket, already given the fact that he had managed to acquire over a grand of cash just for a few bags of mdma. The thought of how much he would garner by the end of the night aroused his mind and gave him the most intense internal satisfaction ever. He abused the system of the young, the wild and the free. To them, life was meant to be lived; concern free, with loud music playing over your ears, allowing you to actually enjoy every second of it, instead of dreading, and fretting over matters that made you depressed about being alive. Yeah sure, he could generally agree with that, and he would admit that he sort of lived that same lifestyle, however, he only ever cared about profiting from his surroundings. He had always regarded his his environment to be a product of what he had to offer them. One should never be a product of one’s own surrounding, rather they should make their environment a product of them. And that statement stood true tonight. With all of that in mind, Logan fixed his sight at the crowd below; surveying the area from a distance at first, trying to pick out any interesting data or spot a group of desperate individuals looking to score some drugs. However, suddenly, his eyes landed on this beautiful girl sitting right by the bar with a few of her friends. For some damn reason, he immediately caught an overwhelming sense of attraction towards her as he narrowed his eyes, desperately trying to decipher her identity from afar. He couldn’t quite tell whether he recognized her or not, but something about her demeanor: the way she laughed, the way she poised herself, simply drew him towards her and eventually led him down the stairs from the second floor, and heaved him closer to her body. Just like that, the man found himself fashionably, with a proud air of confidence, approaching the trio of girls who were chatting among themselves, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. “Ladies, if I may, can I buy you girls your next round?

[/b]” He asked bluntly, interrupting their conversation. The boldness in his approach was outweighed by the smoothness in his mannerism. Smooth as silk, was how he processed, and it had rarely failed him. He knew how to approach the ladies, or so he was convinced that he knew. He understood them, at times, even far better than how they understood themselves. If not, he’d manipulate their thoughts so that they felt as though he understood them so well. In all, he poised himself as the predator stalking his prey as his piercing blue stare stayed fixed on that one particular girl that had caught his attention, anxiously waiting for her to turn her gaze towards him, and allow him to take an in-depth look at her beauty.
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738, outfit, open, i know it sucks.

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