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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 22, 2012 10:49:45 GMT -5
Eduard was now a little more comfortable in this awfully loud environment but was at least able to talk a bit more freely. He grinned back at the Dane who had introduced himself as Mat. "Hey Mat," he replied in an openly friendly tone. He was likely to have a damn good time tonight if nothing else, he would make certain of that. Social people, good beers in his system, loud music. Yes, he was determined to do what he could with this increasingly pleasant and entertaining situation. Parties didn't seem to be his scene but it was worth trying anyways. So far, it was all pretty good. He didn't even seem to much feel the effects of the Dutchman's hard clap on the shoulder anymore, which was definitely a plus.
He managed to look around more at the other patrons as well as the interactions of those within the party he had entered to. If nothing else this was some way to meet people. One of his goals after all was to get out more and make more contacts and friends from where ever he could. If adventures resulted in such things often enough, he knew he would tire of it..but there was always time to be quiet and relax elsewhere later.
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Post by prussia on Mar 22, 2012 15:17:12 GMT -5
Heels clicking against the sidewalk with a haughty air, Maria held herself like a queen as she wove through the streets of Amsterdam. She was searching for some sort of entertainment, and nothing sounded better to her at the moment than getting drunk at some random club and perhaps meeting a perfect stranger to…just get her mind off certain things. She had chosen to come to this Dutch city for her week off simply for the fact that it was somewhere brand new.
And yet, she was already bored.
The Prussian woman thought she knew someone in this city, but she couldn’t recall their name or where she had met them before. Maria pursed her lips, trying to remember, but she sighed impatiently and tossed her head when she was unable to. No matter. She just needed a drink.
She found a promising venue on the next street over, and she smirked inwardly as she managed to make her way inside almost instantly with a cheeky wink to the bouncer and folding several twenties into his fist. It was almost too easy. But one must know their way around if they have the money to do so.
Maria laughed softly, her back straight and proud as she entered the club, and immediately her senses were assaulted with the noise and lights and crowds. She wove through the intoxicated dancers expertly, bumping her hips against handsome men and beautiful women with a confident grin – and she found herself performing an impromptu dance with one such woman, a gorgeous blond with startling green eyes.
Ending the dance with a chaste kiss on the cheek and the promise to text later, Maria bounced towards the bar with her trademark smirk on her lips, and slapped her hand against the bar. “German beer, make it fast!” she ordered, before she was distracted by the noise coming from a group near her.
Maria’s crimson eyes traveled over the people there, curious, and she perked up when she recognized Lars. “Oi! Broomhead!” she shouted over the music, snatching her beer and making her way over to the group. “Sie Hurensohn, what the hell are you doing here? Shit, if I knew you were here I would have called you! Where’s that cute boyfriend you were telling me about, eh?”
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 25, 2012 1:36:29 GMT -5
Lars grinned from ear to ear as he heard a familiar voice call his name; setting down his bottle of beer and removing his hand from around the Estonian's lanky shoulders, he turned toward that rather shrill, obnoxious voice. The boisterous tone that could cut through any setting, any amount of people, even in a club with strobing LED lights and deafening bass lines.
He scoffed a little at the nickname.
"Maria ~! I always come here !! " Lars made his way over to her and put up his fist to offer her a pure, unadultarated brofist. Touching their knuckles before blinking at the question.
"Oh, he's around here somewhere .... What about you, huh ? I saw you eye fucking that girl, you gonna score tonight !?" the corners of lars' lips twitched a little in a snicker, before he spotted Antonio in a mix of dancer's and pointed in that general direction.
"He's over there !!"
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Post by prussia on Apr 8, 2012 1:06:48 GMT -5
Maria grinned easily as Lars came towards her, laughter reverberating in her chest with the beat of the loud music as she bumped her fist against his in their friendly greeting. While having no idea what it was when she first met the Dutchman, it had become quite familiar to her. “Damn straight I am,” she crowed, smirking now as she tilted her head up proudly, posing on the spot. “Kesesese, isn’t she looker? I bet she’s awesome.” Mischief glittered in her eyes, and judging by that expression, one could guess where her train of thought was going.
The woman lifted the beer to her lips, her eyes closed in bliss as the liquor ran over her tongue. It felt wonderful. How long had it been since she had last had German beer? To her, it had been too far of a long time (when in reality it was only a week, due to her business trip). Well, that didn’t matter to her. Maria didn’t care, as long as she was able to drink as much as she wanted tonight.
Pulling out her phone in one deft movement, Maria proudly showed Lars the first two numbers she had managed to acquire within the first five minutes of being inside the club. So far her record was ten numbers in one night, and she was looking at get at least double that tonight.
She blinked as Lars pointed in the direction of his boyfriend, leaning around him to get a better look, and her expression lit up instantly when she saw him. The woman immediately went right up to Antonio and slipped an arm around his shoulders, laughing. “So, Tonio! You are getting some action! Kesesesese, why didn’t you tell me, eh?”
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