This wasn't his fault. Nope. Not at all. Well, okay, maybe it was a little bit. But he hadn't planned on it at all. In fact being kidnapped wasn't even on his list of things to accomplish for the day. What was on his list, was having a good night out clubbing with the worry of being clubbed himself. He had already spent most of the day bugging Roland about his duties and what not. Of course he did it out of love, just Roland never seemed to see it like that. Pascal did care about his brother, and once he had pushed all his buttons, he moved on. After the eventful morning of worrying over/bugging Roland, he spent the rest of his daylight hours 'chatting' with the rest of the 'Family'. He talked to everyone who came the the Mansion, striking up conversations, asking how people's lives where. Most of them were considerate enough to talk to their boss's son, while others glared at him and moved on. Pascal found it entertaining at least, knowing that if any of them acted differently, he would've known something was up. What was even more entertaining was getting to Sacha and Alexander, having them grump up the place with their inability to use words and complete sentences.
When night had arrived he let his brother know that he was going out, letting him know that he would be back. Being part of a wanted had it's downsides, so of course if something went wrong Roland would know. Of course after making sure he had a beanie on, aviators, and looked over all sexy, he was out the door. Roland probably would've sent Alexander after him, but Pascal had been feeling a little rebellious and didn't want a quite super stud glaring at guys who managed to get to close or too chatty with Pascal. It totally killed Pascal's flirting potential, though it wasn't like he would actually go somewhere with anyone. Sure he had some friends he went to for some 'fun', but all they ever did was make out. Roland would probably bust the guys knee's personally had they even tried to do something with him. Either way, he drove quickly making his way towards the Clubbing District. They had a few connections with a couple of clubs down there, so knowing it would be safe Pascal drove into the Limbo, parking, before making a walk to a completely different club. He looked around trying to see if he could spot the bodyguards car, but when he didn''t see it he figured Alexander got caught up at a light.
He smiled to himself at the thought of losing his bodyguard. The thrill of being unsupervised for once was a little overwhelming, but in a good way. He had been walking for about 20 minutes before he came to realize he was in an unfamiliar part of the district. He stopped in front of a snazzy looking place, The Walk of Shame. Pascal snorted at the name before entering. He spent a good two hours just hanging out and dancing. He wasn't even in a V.I.P. section, since he didn't know the owner, but he was having a good time nonetheless. He had a few drinks, flirted with a couple of guys, but he didn't give out his number since he changed his phone so often. After about another hour of having fun, he needed to take a leak. He bumped into someone when he left the bathroom. Smiling at the slightly attractive guy and apologizing he moved past him, when wave of intense pain wracked his body from his head, and he hit the floor blacking out.
Pascal awoke later, not opening his eyes but letting out a groan in pain. It wasn't cold and pascal thanked god for small miracles. Though cursed him for the situation he was in. He tried moving his hands up to his head but found that they were tied to the chair he was sitting in. Luckily his hat was still on, but he could feel the blood drying on the back of his scalp which meant his hat was probably ruined. With another pained groan he lifted his head up and opened his eyes. The room he was in was...nice. Which was surprising to say the least. His chair was in the middle of the room, facing away from the door towards the windows with it's curtains drawn. There was a small table in the corner next to the windows and the only light coming from the room seemed to be coming from behind him. Pascal assumed it was a lamp.
"Ya know," he called out, trying to keep himself from sounding in pain and tired. "If ya wanted to me take back to your place, you could've asked. Maybe we could've gotten dinner or something before we moved on to the date rape." The sarcastic tone was probably unwelcome, but Pascal has a hard time caring. He dropped his head again, sighing. He regretted instantly for leaving Alexander behind. His second thought was how furious Roland was going to be at Alexander, when it was more or less Pascal's fault. The thought cause Pascal to worry about what Roland was going through. He bit is lip, worrying about how their father would be FURIOUS and how this little screw up would cause Roland to lose all the progress with the Mafia he had made growing up. Pascal cursed himself for being an idiot, but made a mental note to get out of here as soon as possible.
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Ooc~ Blargeth really bad layout. I'll add more later.
Location~ Who knows? Kidnappers Room.
Feeling/Status~ Pain and worry. Lots of pain and worry
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