am I more than you bargained for yet?

[currentcy]

WHO: ELECTRO, THE HOOD, and DAKEN
WHERE: A club (to start).
WHEN: Wednesday...
WARNINGS: Idk, will edit if necessary!
SUMMARY: Everybody wants something.
FORMAT: Quick...


[ For a man of forty-five, Electro didn't look terrible in tight pants. Which was good, the amount of time he spent relaxing at clubs these days. He was relieving his heydays even without his hair; sex, beer, and money was a way better way of living life than insecurity, rubber clothes and following orders. Less stressful, for one, and he had plenty of money to indulge in his hobbies. The main downside was only that he had less spirit for his politics, even though he knew the City could benefit from his words for the people. That guy had encouraged him -- attractive, with the mohawk -- and he kept getting tempted, but he just hadn't followed through yet.

He would. He wanted to. Easy as life was, it was also a bit boring. Unfulfilling.

He eased himself against a stool, phone in his front pocket and nursing a whiskey shot beside Parker, frowning contemplatively. ]

Comments

[hoodalumnus.livejournal.com]

Man, you look like Bobbi just broke up with you. [Said the ever compassionate Parker Robbins, as he drained a domestic beer.] Can you like, stop that? It's kinda ruining my groove.

[He was deeply invested in getting his groove back. If Stella could, he figured, why couldn't Parker? But under the glib smirks and blanket denial, there were some things Parker couldn't bear to acknowledge, and thus couldn't overcome. He missed his family, still, despite everything. He missed Whitney.

He missed Misty.]

[trollverine]

[Elsewhere, in a tourist-ridden but otherwise chic section of Midtown, Daken stepped out of his hotel, two seconds from sending a text to Max. where are you right now was all it said: quick and to the point, but he didn't think Max would mind. Or Electro, whatever. Electro was funnier. He hit send and waited.]

[currentcy]

I'm just thinkin', okay! Christ. It's not like you don't have the whole bar full of women to hit on. [ He said, a touch bitterly. ] Just find someone and--

[ His phone made a noise and he plucked it up, looking a bit surprised -- though less somber, suddenly. He sent a text back with their address. ]