Ride or Die (Cane) Mar 29, 2011 21:47:30 GMT -5
Post by duncan on Mar 29, 2011 21:47:30 GMT -5
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Duncan pulled into the parking lot of the club in his white stang that was polished to perfection and glimmering beauty, as only she deserved. He had his wingman Cane in the passenger’s seat and they were both ready for guys night out where they would find some girls and have some fun. They were expecting to get drunk, laid, and that was the usual on a Friday night we those two. They did everything together, and truth be known there wasn’t anything Duncan wouldn’t do for his main man. He couldn’t count all the times Cane had saved his dumb ass from some sort of trouble. He always had the most fun with Cane. He could joke, and wouldn’t be judged, and he was a great drinking partner. The two of them were the ultimate party machine. Duncan could hear the music inside pounding and the parking lot was packed as fuck, which meant a shit load of people crammed in the rave like setting. There would be no disappointments tonight. ”Dude we’re going to have on fucking great night,” he said to Cane with a smile. It would be truly eventful, he could already tell.
He got out and pocketed his fake ID, not that the club checked anyway. They knew it was fake, hell they all knew him, but they didn’t really care. He was a rich, paying customer, who brought other customers and people who came just to see him, so what did it hurt them? The town was so small that the police didn’t give shit with what the young adults or whatever the fuck they were now did. As long as they stayed out of their way. Duncan put his hands in his pockets and walked up to the bouncer before sliding through the door and sauntering into the dark, neon lit club. He could see a throng of bodies around where they usually sat, and a huge mass of pulsating people on the dance floor. Lots of women. Lots. He licked his lips and smiled.
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