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Studio 54 Experience
Topic Started: Mar 18 2010, 06:50 PM (56 Views)
Justin
Mr. International
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The black Honda Accord races down the interstate at a speed that far exceeds the legal limit while the decibels blaring from his speakers are far more than a human should have to bear. The man in the driver seat is aware of this fact and doesn’t really care one way or the other. His mood is not one of joy and happiness; instead frustration and anger have taken over his soul. The passing of every car in his way as he speeds past them, for some reason unkown to him, brings calm over his body.

The Vegas strip exit is fast approaching and at the last minute, for an adrenaline kick, the driver darts across the interstate from the farthest lane just in time to get off the exit barely missing another car by an inch. The said car that he cut off now carries an irate driver who gets heavy handed with his horn. Little does he know the driver in the Honda Accord has his radio blaring causing the sounds of the horn to go unheard. Not to mention, if he did hear the horn he wouldn’t give a shit anyways.

The Honda Accord pulls into the parking garage of the MGM Grand. After paying the astronomical parking fee the driver parks the car on the fifth floor. The driver’s side door flings open and Roscoe Shame steps out of the car. His comfort looks compromised by the outfit that adorns his body. Slacks, dress shirt, blazer, and dress shoes are far out of his realm. He checks himself in the rear door window before closing the driver’s side door and locking the car.

After finding his way through parking garage Roscoe Shame finds himself on the casino floor of the MGM Grand. He takes a minute to take in the sight as it is obvious Kalamazoo, Michigan had nothing of this nature to offer their unfortunate residents. He aimlessly roams the casino soaking in everything he sees. He follows the direction signs hanging from the ceiling until he reaches his destination…

Studio 54

The line is wrapped around the corner, adding to Roscoe’s frustration level. He takes his place in line behind four blondes who are already drunk out of their mind. As the line slowly moves along Roscoe has learned the life stories of two of the blondes including the one who just turned twenty one today.

“How did I celebrate my twenty-first birthday?” he asks himself aloud.

“Excuse me! What did you say?!” the blonde asks with a slight attitude.

“Oh sorry, I was talking out loud to myself.”

After brushing off the newly crowned twenty-one year old blonde Roscoe begins to ponder what it was he did for his twenty-first birthday. He has trouble pinpointing what it was he did until it hits him….

NOTHING!!

The remnants of Jessica’s continuous demands of child support infiltrate Roscoe’s mind which triggers the reason why his twenty-first birthday was spent on the couch at his mother’s house…..his pockets were empty because of his child support he had to pay.

The lady at the entrance to the club breaks up Roscoe’s hateful thoughts of his ex.

“Twenty-five dollars please.”

“Twenty-five bucks just to get in the place?!?! Daayuuuummm!” Roscoe rebels.

He reluctantly pulls out twenty-five dollars hands it to the woman and walks over to be frisked by the smaller security guard. Not setting the wand off, Roscoe is allowed into the club where he becomes instantly amazed. The dim lights, fog, and women packed from wall to wall is something Roscoe is definitely not used to. Fighting through the drones of people he makes his way to the bar ordering a beer.

After getting his Corona, Roscoe starts to sip his beer as he patrols the crowd with his eyes. His eyes dart from woman to woman in an effort to see which one he wanted to approach first. As his eyes move around the suddenly freeze and become fixated on one particular woman. Roscoe rubs his eye to make sure he really sees what he thinks he is seeing. Once satisfied with what he sees he straightens his attire before making his way towards Brianna.

Roscoe’s mind starts to go in overload trying to figure out the best way to approach Brianna after what happened last time. Unfortunately for him his mind doesn’t work fast enough as he finds himself standing in front of the woman who is already scowling.

“I…I came to apologize about the other day” he stutters.

“No need. You have your issues and I understand that, I just wish I would have known before I put myself out there like that.”

“That’s understandable, but that was just my ex, there is nothing going on so if you still want to hit it off we can” replies a nervous Roscoe.

“You have baby mama drama and I’m not getting involved with that crap. I don’t have time to mess around with that stuff…..”

“You make a good point, but I promise I am getting that situation handled so there wouldn’t be any problems in the future…..I promised” Roscoe pleads.

“I…I don’t know…I mean I will have to think about…”

SPLASH!

Just as Brianna is about to finish her sentence someone bumps into Roscoe causing his beer to splash all over Brianna’s dress. Her immediate reaction consists of a scream that can be heard over the obnoxiously loud music in the club. In a fit of rage she slaps Roscoe across the face so hard her finger prints are implanted on his face. She then unleashes her fury on the guy who bumped into Roscoe by slapping him in the face as well before stomping off.

Roscoe touches his face with his hand in disbelief at what just happened. He searches around the club for Brianna to no avail. With his night ruined he decides its time to go home.

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