megalomaniac.

[i R frankie.]

The sun was steadily fading behind the massive buildings that made up a sort of gate into the bad part of town. The bad part of town was where the best club happened to be...It wasn't a win-win situation.

Mindless Self Indulgence was playing at this particular club...The 21 and over club. So, Mr. Samson was reduced to sneaking, even though he was on a...First name basis with the band. Most people were, but...He was on the...Well, never mind.

"ID please." The bouncer held out a hand, and Samson handed him the fake piece of plastic. After looking over it for a second, it was handed back, and Samson walked in. The concert didn't start for another hour, so, he headed to the bar...Just to sit.

[lizzzzzz]

She was bored, she was spazzing, and she had an hour to kill.

So, there April sat, on an uber fancy bar stool, spinning around as fast as she could.

I bet if I keep doing this, they'll figure out I'm not 21 and up.
But Smith is what, 30? And does this shit all the time.

She stopped spinning, and looked up at the ceiling, thinking.

"Oh well, they can bite me."

[i R frankie.]

He flopped down beside a girl spinning around on her bar stool, shooting her a curious look, before calling the bartender over, and ordering a Shirley Temple, with three cherries. He loved cherries. He would have asked for the whole jar...But, that would have been a little weird.

The 'tender pushed the short glass at him, and he pulled out the little plastic sword that had skewered the poor cherries. Sticking the sword in his mouth, he ate all three cherries at once, stems and all.