Nyx Hemera
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The Rave Club was rather quiet in the middle of the week and this particular creature would take advantage of the occupational silence. Not paying much heed to anything else in the room, Binki stood upon the bar drinking a bottle of the finest green absinthe he'd found, sure... the mouth wash from hell burnt his little throat, but he didn't care so much while the joint hanging from the corner of his mouth burnt his nostrils. He was far too stoned and drunk to really care and being enthralled in his own little world seemed to help matters.
Unce unce unce
With tiny Bosh headphones strapped upon his head, his brown beady eyes closed as the beat of the music thrummed in his ears. He was dancing upon the bar, joint hanging limply from his mouth and a bottle in his hand, doing his own version of the moon walk upon the top of the bar. That is.. if the moon walk held random pelvic thrusts in mid air and swigs of absinthe, sure.
Think I lost the beat, but unce unce unce..
And thus he continued his dancing, drinking and smoking. Paying little notice to anyone in the bar, however... if they approached him, he would mock being startled. With a shocked expression, would the joint fall from his lips.
Unce unce unce
With tiny Bosh headphones strapped upon his head, his brown beady eyes closed as the beat of the music thrummed in his ears. He was dancing upon the bar, joint hanging limply from his mouth and a bottle in his hand, doing his own version of the moon walk upon the top of the bar. That is.. if the moon walk held random pelvic thrusts in mid air and swigs of absinthe, sure.
Think I lost the beat, but unce unce unce..
And thus he continued his dancing, drinking and smoking. Paying little notice to anyone in the bar, however... if they approached him, he would mock being startled. With a shocked expression, would the joint fall from his lips.
