Post by Phoenix on Jun 23, 2010 4:55:45 GMT -5
Phoenix closed the door to his Dodge Avenger and began to walk away, using the remote locking system to ensure that the car remained locked, in the direction of the club. It had been a while since he had visited an establishment such as the one in front of him, however, he had been drawn out of his and Jack’s apartment by boredom and the need to talk to certain individual. This need had arisen through a conversation that he had had with Jack a few days earlier, a conversation that had annoyed Jack slightly as he was still out of the inner loop of Phoenix’s thoughts. Phoenix disliked the necessity to visit this place, however, it was the easiest place to find the individual he needed to talk to.
Ignoring the line that stretched around the establishment, he would briskly walk up to the bouncer and hand over his fake identification card with a bribe underneath held in place by a tiny square of double-sided tape. A simple, yet effective, trick that he had learnt back in New York. The bouncer picked up on the ruse straight away and slid his hand across the back of the card smoothly before turning it over in his hands to examine the photo and details. Whilst he waited for the card to be returned to him, Phoenix gazes down the line for the man he was looking for but alas he wasn’t there. Turning his eyes skyward, Phoenix was glad that he had managed to choose out clothes that suited the club he was entering, if the line’s attire was anything to go by.
The bouncer handed back Phoenix’s id card and held open one of the obsidian double doors that had previously blocked his entrance into the club. Upon entering the club a number of things became instantly apparent to Phoenix, his target wasn’t anywhere that he could see, the music was satisfyingly loud and that the bar was located on the other side of the room in a north easterly direction.
Deciding that the first thing he should do was to buy himself a beer to start the night off, Phoenix would make his way to the bar and purchase a mildly overpriced beverage before placing himself down on a bar stool and waiting too see whether or not the person he was seeking entered.
Ignoring the line that stretched around the establishment, he would briskly walk up to the bouncer and hand over his fake identification card with a bribe underneath held in place by a tiny square of double-sided tape. A simple, yet effective, trick that he had learnt back in New York. The bouncer picked up on the ruse straight away and slid his hand across the back of the card smoothly before turning it over in his hands to examine the photo and details. Whilst he waited for the card to be returned to him, Phoenix gazes down the line for the man he was looking for but alas he wasn’t there. Turning his eyes skyward, Phoenix was glad that he had managed to choose out clothes that suited the club he was entering, if the line’s attire was anything to go by.
The bouncer handed back Phoenix’s id card and held open one of the obsidian double doors that had previously blocked his entrance into the club. Upon entering the club a number of things became instantly apparent to Phoenix, his target wasn’t anywhere that he could see, the music was satisfyingly loud and that the bar was located on the other side of the room in a north easterly direction.
Deciding that the first thing he should do was to buy himself a beer to start the night off, Phoenix would make his way to the bar and purchase a mildly overpriced beverage before placing himself down on a bar stool and waiting too see whether or not the person he was seeking entered.
