@Nightstripe
It was a wonderfully crisp night as a certain drow walked down the darkened, shady streets towards the neon sign denoting Club Jasmina from the other stores around it. Normally he went to places like this with only one purpose in mind: getting wasted beyond belief and maybe grinding on someone attractive. But tonight, Sid had other things in mind.
Other things indeed.
These other things mostly just consisted of giving a gift to the person he'd been set up with for secret santa, although he honestly thought the other person (what was her name? Mina?) might have been better off sticking with close friends for gifts. Not to be rude or anything, but she hadn't exactly made herself easy to shop for, leaving the slip she'd mixed into the hat for choosing either mostly blank or answering with 'I don't know' s.
How do you shop for someone like that?
In typical Sid fashion, he just went with the first thing he thought of--something he'd like if he were to get something for Christmas.
Inside of the festively wrapped box he had tucked under his arm were a selection of Sid's favorite drugs.
All gotten through Cabel, all guaranteed to give a high to even the most prudish, unsure person.
Look out Santa.
Sid walked down the steps into the club proper, settling himself down on one of the stools.
It was a wonderfully crisp night as a certain drow walked down the darkened, shady streets towards the neon sign denoting Club Jasmina from the other stores around it. Normally he went to places like this with only one purpose in mind: getting wasted beyond belief and maybe grinding on someone attractive. But tonight, Sid had other things in mind.
Other things indeed.
These other things mostly just consisted of giving a gift to the person he'd been set up with for secret santa, although he honestly thought the other person (what was her name? Mina?) might have been better off sticking with close friends for gifts. Not to be rude or anything, but she hadn't exactly made herself easy to shop for, leaving the slip she'd mixed into the hat for choosing either mostly blank or answering with 'I don't know' s.
How do you shop for someone like that?
In typical Sid fashion, he just went with the first thing he thought of--something he'd like if he were to get something for Christmas.
Inside of the festively wrapped box he had tucked under his arm were a selection of Sid's favorite drugs.
All gotten through Cabel, all guaranteed to give a high to even the most prudish, unsure person.
Look out Santa.
Sid walked down the steps into the club proper, settling himself down on one of the stools.