The Downtown was peaceful, or…well, as peaceful as it could be at night when there are some entertainment buildings around. People walked calmly through the streets without minding the twisted wolf-like creature walking among them. These islands were home to so many weird creatures that he wasn’t worth of more than a glance or two from time to time and it was only because his markings and eyes were glowing within the usual darkness that remained even between the lights of the place.
He hadn’t arrived long ago, maybe a day or two, and he already had successfully ditched most of his classes in that short period of class in favor of getting to know the town and see what would be the best possible places for him to throw his parties.
His eyes fell on a fairly average-sized building with just 2 floors and some randomly throw on neon lights here and there and the faint sound of music coming from the inside. He simply couldn’t resist, and nobody was there to stop him anyways.
He walked in, and he could easily tell that this was either someone home’s that had been adapted to throw a party, or just a casual kind of club. However, he hadn’t spent half a minute in there and he already was getting a bit bored, hoping that he had walked at a low time he walked towards a table full of snacks and started to stuff himself with whatever was there, not really caring if anyone glared at him or thought he was being rude.
15 minutes in, things weren’t getting any better. Enough was enough.
He wanted to party, not sleep.
He basically stomped towards the DJ stand, a frown with half closed eyes on his face, and basically shoved the guy to the side. Usually he wouldn’t be that rude towards a fellow DJ, but he was doing literally nothing but let a random playlist run while playing Candy Crush in his phone. No wonder there was literally none in the dance floor. He unplugged the cable linking to the small music player of the supposed DJ, causing everybody to stop what they were doing and look at him as the music stopped abruptly.
Ignoring the curses and booing at his action as his own antennae moved toward the DJ system, the endings taking the shape of the plug-ins immediately and connecting to the system. Half a minute passed before he placed his clawed finders on the mixers and the old-style vinyl on it…and music started to blast out from his chest speaker, supported by the speakers that came with the system itself.
The booing and swearing soon was drowned by the music, and his party aura started to slowly act. In just ten minutes he had the whole crowd that before was getting drunk or trying to hook up on the nearby tables and sofas on the dance floor.
Finally, the real party had begun.
He hadn’t arrived long ago, maybe a day or two, and he already had successfully ditched most of his classes in that short period of class in favor of getting to know the town and see what would be the best possible places for him to throw his parties.
His eyes fell on a fairly average-sized building with just 2 floors and some randomly throw on neon lights here and there and the faint sound of music coming from the inside. He simply couldn’t resist, and nobody was there to stop him anyways.
He walked in, and he could easily tell that this was either someone home’s that had been adapted to throw a party, or just a casual kind of club. However, he hadn’t spent half a minute in there and he already was getting a bit bored, hoping that he had walked at a low time he walked towards a table full of snacks and started to stuff himself with whatever was there, not really caring if anyone glared at him or thought he was being rude.
15 minutes in, things weren’t getting any better. Enough was enough.
He wanted to party, not sleep.
He basically stomped towards the DJ stand, a frown with half closed eyes on his face, and basically shoved the guy to the side. Usually he wouldn’t be that rude towards a fellow DJ, but he was doing literally nothing but let a random playlist run while playing Candy Crush in his phone. No wonder there was literally none in the dance floor. He unplugged the cable linking to the small music player of the supposed DJ, causing everybody to stop what they were doing and look at him as the music stopped abruptly.
Ignoring the curses and booing at his action as his own antennae moved toward the DJ system, the endings taking the shape of the plug-ins immediately and connecting to the system. Half a minute passed before he placed his clawed finders on the mixers and the old-style vinyl on it…and music started to blast out from his chest speaker, supported by the speakers that came with the system itself.
The booing and swearing soon was drowned by the music, and his party aura started to slowly act. In just ten minutes he had the whole crowd that before was getting drunk or trying to hook up on the nearby tables and sofas on the dance floor.
Finally, the real party had begun.