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maskormenacelogs2017-08-27 06:30 am
songwrite) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-08-27 06:30 am
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WHO: Archie Andrews & Technical Boy
WHERE: De Chima Nightclub
WHEN: after this
WHAT: Bad decision making, probably. (No, definitely.)
WARNINGS: Underage drinking, certainly. Will update as needed otherwise.
[Archie doesn't actually have much clubbing experience: he's not really the type. But hey, he's always willing to try pretty much anything that's dangled in front of him, especially when it comes with the possibility of a power up attached—a way to be Not So Useless, theoretically. Even though he helped out some people when the clones went nuts last month, it feels like it wasn't hardly anything at all. So many people still got hurt, so many lives still got ruined...
Anyway, as a general rule, he's always down to get a little bit drunk these days. There's no possible way to waste time on self-examination for why that is, though, because he's got his phone out to make sure he's got the right place on his GPS—big cities are still so daunting, for someone who grew up and hardly ventured out of a town as small as Riverdale all his life. Not that the loud music and pulsing lights obvious even from the sidewalk don't paint a pretty clear picture, but still.
Archie just has on a t-shirt and jeans, but he doesn't even get carded on the way in (he's a little bit disappointed, honestly, he'd been looking forward to actually getting to use the fake ID that Reggie helped him get) because he's pretty tall, and so ridiculously built that most people wouldn't guess his age to look at him. The bouncer didn't, certainly. While his phone's still out, he fires off a quick text to Technical Boy, even while glancing around the club to try and spot the boy he'd spoken to on the Network.]
just got in
u here?
WHERE: De Chima Nightclub
WHEN: after this
WHAT: Bad decision making, probably. (No, definitely.)
WARNINGS: Underage drinking, certainly. Will update as needed otherwise.
[Archie doesn't actually have much clubbing experience: he's not really the type. But hey, he's always willing to try pretty much anything that's dangled in front of him, especially when it comes with the possibility of a power up attached—a way to be Not So Useless, theoretically. Even though he helped out some people when the clones went nuts last month, it feels like it wasn't hardly anything at all. So many people still got hurt, so many lives still got ruined...
Anyway, as a general rule, he's always down to get a little bit drunk these days. There's no possible way to waste time on self-examination for why that is, though, because he's got his phone out to make sure he's got the right place on his GPS—big cities are still so daunting, for someone who grew up and hardly ventured out of a town as small as Riverdale all his life. Not that the loud music and pulsing lights obvious even from the sidewalk don't paint a pretty clear picture, but still.
Archie just has on a t-shirt and jeans, but he doesn't even get carded on the way in (he's a little bit disappointed, honestly, he'd been looking forward to actually getting to use the fake ID that Reggie helped him get) because he's pretty tall, and so ridiculously built that most people wouldn't guess his age to look at him. The bouncer didn't, certainly. While his phone's still out, he fires off a quick text to Technical Boy, even while glancing around the club to try and spot the boy he'd spoken to on the Network.]
just got in
u here?
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vip room
[ Of course that's where Technical Boy is. Because while people are dancing and gyrating to the music, while the lights are blaring -- he's got his own private throne room where he can kick back, roll up a joint, and feel the pulse of music like his own damn heartbeat.
Whenever Archie comes in, Technical Boy greets him with a tip of his chin and a faint smirking smile -- making a sweeping gesture to the seat beside him. ]
Don't know if you wanted to do the whole clubbing thing, but I figured this would be the best place to talk. You, me. And some booze. Get whatever you want. It's on me.
[ Nodding to the bartender so that Archie could make his requests. ]
You smoke? [ It's not cigarettes he's talking about, either. ]
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Um, fireball shots. [The bartender looks vaguely judgmental but obliges, and Archie looks around (he has definitely never been to the VIP section of a club), before his eyes land back on Technical Boy, surprised.] Well... I've never tried?
[It was harder to get much more Straight Edge than his best friends back home... but they're not here, are they? So he definitely doesn't sound opposed.]