( this could be para para paradise )

[draping]

[ Gino's a fan of a sense of normality. he likes fun and adventure and to change things up, but something familiar to fall back on is always appreciated. especially in certain cases where he feels he needs it. such as being alone on his twenty-second birthday. he realized then that he needed to get back into the swing of something that made him

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[Y'know, it isn't often that Bro ditches the hat and gloves and dons a dress shirt and blazer, but he's actually pretty glad he did tonight. His meandering the city has led him to some pretty interesting places, and this is one of the classier of them. Which might not be saying a whole lot, because he's had his fair share of shitty gigs in seedy places, and visited plenty more on his own time. Lofty lounges were never his thing anyway. A nice bar, though, is plenty welcome; he's actually kind of digging the lack of shitty club music and beady-eyed men clearly itching for a drunken fistfight. It's with a rather warm sense of satisfaction, then, that he finds himself heading over to the bar, taking a seat off to the side and scanning the crowd through his ever-present shades.

Thank God for awesome night vision. He'd never get away with wearing these damn things 24/7 otherwise.]

[draping]

[ oh, another one! this one he didn't have to wish for, either, which pleases him even more. not that he's had a shortage of "normal" patrons, but still. he doesn't waste much time in making his way down the counter, sliding a neat, square napkin along with him in one hand and an empty glass in the other.

sunglasses? inside, at night? okay, well. he'll give him a second to do the standard once-around before he speaks up, turning up the charm. think you're cool, cool guy? you just stepped into The Cool Zone and this is how they serve people in the Cool Zone. ]

Hey there! Can I get you something to drink?

[ironiception]

[Don't even question his methods, man. They ain't changing anytime soon.

He does, however, end up glancing over the edge of his shades, because one, whoah. He kinda has to look up a ways. And two, whoah. Hot bartender.

Yeah okay.]

... I'll have a mimosa.

[draping]

Hehe, sure thing. Coming right up!

[ that is not a cool drink, cool guy, but he appreciates the casual class of it. he's used to the "gimme something hard" line, or the obnoxious drinks or just the musky, tough beers, even in this kind of place. fruity stuff is his specialty, though, and he whips one up in no time flat, dropping a melon bomb in at the bottom and bringing it over with a smile. ]

Heeere you go.