Nerina ducked into the club, very glad to be out of the cold and snow. Shaking the white stuff from her coat, she made her way over to one of far tables, which she knew was empty. Surprising, really, as the club was packed. She dropped her fake fur coat over a chair, and sat down, resting a bit. It had been a long walk from her apartment.
She had come to the club soley for a drink, and perhaps some dancing. She had dressed to do just that- rather tight (though comfortable) black pants, some black shoes, and a dark red short-sleeved shirt. Her hair was pulled back, but being so short, strands were constantly escaping the ponytail. She heaved a sigh, now fully rested, and stood up, making her way around the glowing masses that she knew were actually people. After ordering the drink, she lounged at the bar, waiting its arrival.
Several minutes and several swallows later, she was feeling the effects of the alcohol- she wasn't drunk by any means, but the Nerina could now make out the faint hints of the flashing strobe lights. In a few more minutes, she would have perfect eyesight, and it would remain perfect until the effects of the alcohal wore off.
(Sorry it took so long. I used Alex instead of Warren, because I wanted to see how he goes. Hope thats ok.)
Alex stood not far away, leaning against the wall, a glass of vodka almost empty in his hand. He was wearing jeans and a pale blue shirt under a black jacket, his green eyes watching the crowds packed into the nightclub.
He had been coming to places like this more and more since he had become a ghost. Places like this helped him stay in touch with the land of the living. Places like this made him feel alive.
His eyes settled on a younger woman, sitting at a table not to far away. She was pretty, and looked to be in her early twenties or late teens. Blonde hair, green eyes. Yes definitely pretty. Shrugging, Alex walked over, and sat down in the empty chair across from her. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
'Hi' he said, in his best suave voice, 'I'm Alex.'
She looked up at the sound of a voice, and quickly forced her eyes to focus on the man across the table from her. "Oh... hello. I'm Nerina," she said, smiling. He was a little older than her, she observed, and he was... hard to look at. If she looked to closely, he slid out of focus, which was weird, considering that she should be able to see perfectly, due to the fact that she had just drunk a tall glass of Bud Light. Maybe I'm just tired, she decided, and left it at that.
||Sorry I didn't post for a while... stupid computer broke down.||
