Post by RILEY MASON. on Jul 27, 2010 21:15:15 GMT
riley frowned at himself in the mirror. he shook his head at himself, running a hand through his hair. he was going to the nightclubs, again. he didn't know what to wear this time, though. he never really 'dressed up' to go to a nightclub. his clothes always ended up ragged or completely off, anyway. not very many people in nightclubs were bothered about clothes. the didn't walk up and shun people due to what they were wearing. he'd just showered for the second time and was still trying to figure out what to wear. yesterday he'd just worn a blue shirt with jeans and his leather jacket. it was too warm to wear a leather jacket. in his opinion, anyway. maybe a white vest? he sighed, walking to his wardrobe and opening it for the fifth time that night. he bit his lip, tilting his head at the clothes. a white vest would be good. and just some jeans. yeah. they'd be fine. he took them out, smiling to himself and then walked to the bed. he dropped them down, pulling out some boxers and then pulling them on once he'd dropped his towel that was still around his waist. he then pulled on his jeans and did up the zip and buttons. riley got his deodorant and sprayed himself before pulling on his vest. he looked in the mirror again, frowning. something was missing. he couldn't go out in just a vest. he sighed, rolling his eyes at his reflection and then walking back to the wardrobe that was still open. he skimmed it quickly before pulling out two shirts. a pale blue and white checked one or a plain white shirt. he laughed at himself, putting the white one back and taking the blue one off it's coathanger. he pulled it on, doing up only a few of the buttons. there. he was dressed. now all he had to do was find some suitable trainers, find his wallet and phone and then leave for the nightclubs. he bent down, pulling out a white and blue pair of trainers. he slipped them on after pulling on some socks. riley tied the shoe laces and then closed his wardrobe doors, sighing. he looked in the mirror, smiling this time.
riley walked towards his bed again, opening the top drawer on his bedside table. he took out his wallet, opening it up and checking he had enough money. he did. as usual. he could always go and use his card to get more out, though. if he needed to. he closed his wallet and put it into his pocket, picking up his phone and smiling. he checked the time, nodded at it and then put that in his other pocket. riley closed the drawer and then walked out of his room and towards the front door. he grabbed his keys again as he walked past it, opening the door and walking out. he closed it behind him, locking it and the putting his keys into his pocket as well. humming as he walked down the street, riley was thankful that he hadn't put a jacket on. he was boiling. whether it was just him, he didn't know. he was just glad it wasn't freezing. he ran his hand through his hair, walking a little faster down the path. the quicker he got into the nightclubs, the faster he could get drunk and just have a good night. riley would get up on the dancefloor and he'd bring plenty of people with him. anyone he was talking to would be dragged up if he was drunk and there was a catchy song on. which, when riles was drunk, just happened to be pretty much every single song. even the slower ones, he'd happily dance around like it was the fastest song you'd ever heard. he didn't care, he had fun doing it. and if you had fun doing something, why should you stop? he didn't have an answer for that one. probably because there was no genuine reason. well, actually, there probably was. riley just hadn't thought of it yet. he would, though. eventually. if he put his mind to it.
riley sighed, walking into the doors of the nightclub. security here was always pretty rubbish. he'd seen fifteen year olds walking in with fake id and not being stopped. but if they were having a good time, then it didn't matter. riley smiled when he was inside. he'd missed the nightclub. even though he'd been here at the same time the previous night, he'd had a sleep since then. the music hadn't been fresh in his ears and head. he sighed, walking towards the bar. he had to push past people as he did. drunken people who'd been here for quite a while. sobers who weren't really sure they should be getting drink. newbies. that kind of thing. there were people who'd been drunk, been sick and were trying to keep more drink down. he found people funny in nightclubs. many of them knew him from times he'd been here. many of them were too drunk to even realize he'd walked into the actual building. but yeah, once they were sober, they'd recognize who he was. and he was happy with that. when he was drunk, he probably wouldn't remember who they were anyway. not even in the morning. riley finally made his way to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, ordering just a vodka and coke to start with. he usually did that. and then he moved onto harder drinks. he paid for his drink and then took a sip of it, turning to look at the people on the dancefloor. he tapped his hand against his knee to the beat of the music, smiling and taking another sip of his drink. he turned back around, drinking some more and just waiting basically. he didn't know what for. but he was waiting.
zoe. 997 words. outfit. temp to me. c:. i'm sorry. this sucks. :c
