Rollin'

[Nox]

Nox was impressed with Bas' car. While to him old typically meant beat up Bas' car was far from the junkers his dad use to ride around in. Another memory came to mind, how utterly useless it was. Nox sighed as he got out of the car. The friggid air made Nox pull his leather coat tighter. He probably should get something for the weather other than what little of his luggage had been retreived from the flight. Maybe he was a poor planner?

"And where there are girls, there are douchey guys."
Bas laughed. "Hey, we're here aren't we?"


Nox laughed. While he didn't think he was one of those guys every girl warned you about, he wouldn't really know either. Last girl he'd met he'd left her hanging with some other douch because Nox had other and better things to do. Which in reality had consisted of going to bed after a hot shower to make the pain from being crushed by a falling man. But no one needed to know that.

Bas seemed to get them in rather easily. Hopefully weasel boy could get in just the same. If he even showed up. The music wasn't too loud, the place was busy and there were lots of girls. Nox smiled at all the girls that they had passed even the ones who were clearly with another guy - especially them.

The girl who took their order was eh, she'd do, she gave her a smile. "I'll have Nevskoe Original in a bottle, Duckling. Don't open it."


The table they sat at reminded him of those old gangster movies, or anything that said mobster. Plush couches, girls in fur coats. Bas looked at home, Nox would have been more comfortable at the bar. "Been here before I see."