Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Feb 13, 2014 23:50:52 GMT -5
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Friday night always, literally always, meant some kind of party in the city of New York. The vast size of the city combined with the sheer number of occupants was a guarantee of alcohol, dancing and craziness. Some chose to party in the safety of their own homes, away from trouble with the police or other drunken city-goers. Others were bolder and went out in search of different party venues. Bars and night clubs were the most popular of settings, and they catered to all sorts of tastes.
That particular Friday night fell on Valentine's Day, a night for lover's to show their affection as though they didn't do that everyday. Romantic dinners, flowers, candy, the whole nine yards. Of course, not all of NYC's occupants had lovers, so the day wasn't exactly all that loved. The Pink Kitten, a locally known night-club in downtown New York, specially offered that night for singles, with a Notoriously Naughty Singles night. Anyone who was feeling lonely could come and drink and flirt and dance to their heart's content, all the while surrounded by other loveless lovers looking for a good time. Everything was Valentine's Day centered, with the drinks options altered to things like Scarlet Kiss or A Shag in the Sheets. There were sweet and chocolatey options, ranging from cute to sexy. The club was decorated in pink and red as well, though the music was raunchy and dirty rather than romantic.
Misha Yurivek sat perched on the bar counter, his slender legs crossed demurely. He stood out among the shuffling club-goers. His hair was dyed a bright pink, a few red streaks shooting through his bangs. He smiled and blue eyes outlined in a kohl eyeliner and smokey silver eyeshadow twinkled playfully. The young man was dressed in a pair of baby pink booty shorts that looked more like underwear, but were shiny under the club lights. His entire chest was bare, showing off abs that weren't huge but defined his body well. A pair of fuzzy white wings were strapped to his shoulders and a little halo hovered just above his hair. He bounced one knee-high black booted leg to the music and nibbled on his glossed lip. The Valentine's Day event was surprisingly popular and he actually looked proud of himself.
Friday night always, literally always, meant some kind of party in the city of New York. The vast size of the city combined with the sheer number of occupants was a guarantee of alcohol, dancing and craziness. Some chose to party in the safety of their own homes, away from trouble with the police or other drunken city-goers. Others were bolder and went out in search of different party venues. Bars and night clubs were the most popular of settings, and they catered to all sorts of tastes.
That particular Friday night fell on Valentine's Day, a night for lover's to show their affection as though they didn't do that everyday. Romantic dinners, flowers, candy, the whole nine yards. Of course, not all of NYC's occupants had lovers, so the day wasn't exactly all that loved. The Pink Kitten, a locally known night-club in downtown New York, specially offered that night for singles, with a Notoriously Naughty Singles night. Anyone who was feeling lonely could come and drink and flirt and dance to their heart's content, all the while surrounded by other loveless lovers looking for a good time. Everything was Valentine's Day centered, with the drinks options altered to things like Scarlet Kiss or A Shag in the Sheets. There were sweet and chocolatey options, ranging from cute to sexy. The club was decorated in pink and red as well, though the music was raunchy and dirty rather than romantic.
Misha Yurivek sat perched on the bar counter, his slender legs crossed demurely. He stood out among the shuffling club-goers. His hair was dyed a bright pink, a few red streaks shooting through his bangs. He smiled and blue eyes outlined in a kohl eyeliner and smokey silver eyeshadow twinkled playfully. The young man was dressed in a pair of baby pink booty shorts that looked more like underwear, but were shiny under the club lights. His entire chest was bare, showing off abs that weren't huge but defined his body well. A pair of fuzzy white wings were strapped to his shoulders and a little halo hovered just above his hair. He bounced one knee-high black booted leg to the music and nibbled on his glossed lip. The Valentine's Day event was surprisingly popular and he actually looked proud of himself.
