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Post by HANSHIRO TAKETOMO on Jul 26, 2010 18:46:34 GMT -5
Ah, the Nightclub. Nonstop Music. Good drinks. And hot guys. A perfect place to hang out and meet someone new. Of course, it was a lot easier to do that when you weren't working. Yeah. The Nightclub was one of the many places he worked. It would have probably been the only place if they'd officially hire him but he was fine with it. Not being held down in one particular place made it easier to meet more people.
He waited his turn for the turntables. That was probably why they didn't hire him full time. Because they wanted to be able to have multiple DJs? It would be a whole lot easier on the wallet to hire just one he supposed. He chugged down another drink he managed to get with his fake I.D. Then the guy finished his last mix for the night, allowing Tomo to go up and play.
Tomo made his way up casually. Hey, he got paid by the hour so why wouldn't he take his time? Once in place, he smiled out to the crowd slyly and put the large headphones around his neck. "Alright! Everybody get your ass up and on the dance floor!" With that, he turned on some fast beat music and started. Got to work to get paid. Only this more play than work.
Oh how he enjoyed his job. That was as long as some drunk idiot didn't start something. He hated to get interrupted like that. Which was clear by how he often jumped into the situation and got rid of the problem personally. Yeah he'd got in trouble for pulling that stunt before but hadn't stopped yet.
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Post by SASHA CASSIDY on Aug 5, 2010 15:58:20 GMT -5
This wasn't his kind of scene for a good time. There were drunken idiots, flirtatious women who only wanted one thing, and talentless dancers littering the floor. Well, probably more of a reason to show off his skills to them. Honestly, he hated the Nightclub with a passion, but if it was a way to get away from his annoying students then he would rather deal with it than fight it. Letting out a soft sigh, he found his way to the bar attempting to order himself a drink.
Attempted and failed. This was one of the problems he had at public places like this. Due to his appearances, especially his height, the man never had any luck with getting a decent drink anywhere. Standing at four feet and eleven inches, life was pretty freakin' hard for him sometimes. Growling at the bartender, he whipped out his ID slipping it to the old man. Of course, they would all think it was a fake, but unlike most in the rat infested hell hole; his was one hundred percent legit.
"I'm twenty freakin' one!" He yelled at the bartender, "Get me a drink or I'll talk to management about this discrimination!" Sasha was extremely sick of being judged on appearances alone. Slipping off the seat at the bar, the blonde found his way to the dance floor. If he wasn't going to get what he wanted then the choreographer was going to have to show a few idiots what dancing really was.
Closing his eyes, Sasha stood for a minute or two and let his body flow to the rhythm of the music. That was the one thing he loved about his job; he was able to continue with the one thing he wasn't able to live without. Dancing was pure art, the same with music. Sasha's body continuously flowed with it, not even missing a beat of it. Large eyes opened to see other's watching and just smirked, this is what real dancing was like, unlike the deformed mess others put on display hoping to get attention.
After awhile, he walked to the bar once more and sat to watch the crowds attempting to dance. Letting out a yawn he leaned against the bar table and called the bartender over once more. "Hey, who's the DJ?" Asking without turning, "He's pretty good...better than some I've heard."
"Oh that's Hanshiro Taketomo." In reply to the question as he continued to dry off some of the glasses. "He's one of the best, just happens to get in trouble a lot."
"Oh? A bad boy?" He teased as he rhetorically asked the question, Sasha wasn't really looking for much of an answer. He was a bit curious about this DJ though. "So how about that drink?" The man closed his legs and smirked at the old man now who just passed him a little shot glass. Eh. Better than nothing.
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WORDS more than enough!
TAGS tomo-chan!
NOTES hope you don't mind!
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Post by HANSHIRO TAKETOMO on Sept 7, 2010 21:23:04 GMT -5
This was where the job got fun. He really enjoyed putting his own stuff out there but of course, it was rather limited. He didn't understand why but he guessed it was for the best. He was getting paid and was enjoying it so he should be content, right? Well he still put his own shit out there, just to see what people say about it. The song he played was an original. Something he'd made on his own, music and all. He looked out to see the crowd, and so far, they looked pleased. The song looked as if it were a hit. Or perhaps they were all too drunk to notice. Either way, he was playing it and they were dancing to it. One guy in particular caught his interest.
As he scanned through the dancers, he caught sight of the blond. Compared to the others, he looked like a god dancing. Most of the others stumbled and couldn't keep up while he kept with the beat. Not only was he a good dancer but he was quite a looker. He was the kind of guy who fell for blonds. But he did look a little young. Too young to be here. But then again, he'd be a hypocrite for thinking that. He'd been flashing a fake I.D. in order to survive and enjoy life.
Tomo continued to watch till he caught sight of the bartender glaring at him. He caught the words he mouthed. He was getting scolded. He didn't get paid to do nothing! He smirked though and waved the man off, and pulled his headphones over his ears. The guy turned, shaking his head and bringing a smirk to Tomo's face. He knew the guy didn't like him too well but he had to get over it. He was the one bringing in a lot of the people. Some people looked for a good time when they came to nightclubs and how could you have fun with no music?
Hanshiro went back to turning the tables, constantly looking back out to the boy and watching him as he danced. Then he walked away, leaving Tomo a bit disappointed. He watched him till he left the dance floor then turned his attention back to his booth. He played music for a while longer till he thought it was time to take a quick drinking break. He pulled out one of his CDs and put it in before pulling up his mic. "Alright assholes! Get yourselves a drink or sit down before you pass out," he laughed, then he left the booth and made his way to the bar that's when he noticed the guy from before sitting there with a shot.
"Taking a break a little early aren't you," the bartender questioned as he pulled out a shot glass and filled it for the DJ.
Tomo simply shrugged and took a seat next to the blond, taking the shot and chugging it. "Eh... Felt like a drink. Besides, your bar was looking a bit lonely." He leaned up on the counter, holding out the shot towards the bartender. "Shoot me another."
"You trying to get drunk?"
Tomo rolled his eyes with a smirk, "Maybe," he stretched out, chuckling. He continued to hold out the shot, waiting patiently for him to obey. Then when he took the glass, he turned his attention towards the boy. "Nice dancing out there. Best I've seen around here," he laughed, running his fingers through his hair.
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