ARABELLA | open, human/club au !!

[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEY
BOY

Tommy DeVito was a regular at the club. Or the other club across town. Or anywhere where there was a party, really. He thrived on socialization and having fun ( and of course meaningless flirtation and a few cocktails ), so he normally found himself here every week or so. Today he had come with a buddy of his, but he had branched off somewhere else. So, Tommy had taken matters into his own hands and was currently trying to get the attention of a woman that was standing with her girlfriends by the counter. "Ey, I'll take a Jim Beam on th' rocks." Like cockiest of peacocks showing off its feathers, the Italian-American sported a signature grin. "How's about I buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

However, Tommy was met with a look of distaste and a turned back as the woman in a little black dress walked away from the bar with her little squad. Ah well, he couldn't win every time. She seemed like a real bitch, anyways. Tommy pursed his lips and swiveled back towards the bartender where he clarified, "Yeah, I'll take just that Jim Beam." Whatever, there were plenty of other people to chat with in this place.

He glanced to the side, where he saw a familiar blonde-haired individual. Did his eyes deceive him? Since when did Pierce Parker go clubbing? Sporting an amused grin, Tommy exclaimed to him, "Piercey! What the hell are you doin' here, huh? Tryin' ta' take someone home wid' you?" He gave a [sup]raise[/sup] of his bushy brows.

© MADI