Pass The Ciroc [open]

[aidenwashington1]

You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep

The dj was on point tonight. Aiden was at the bar, sipping on a Ciroc Diddy. It was smooth but it had a kick to it. Like a fruity drink that you would never think would get you bent. He bobbed his head to the words of Wiz Khalif, one of his favorite artists of today. Business was definitely booming tonight. With the addition of the new premium girls and a brand new drink menu, he could see a profit turning over big time. This club was his baby. He started this business so he could stop selling drugs and go legit. So far things have really een looking up for him. He was finally able to get his house out in the suburbs and he is always helping his mother out with the bills. Yeah, the kid was doing alright compared to himself in his teen years.

He sipped some more of his drink as he watched the ladies get real nasty on the floor. And even through he normally enjoyed watching them, his mind was completely occupied with his business and money. He turned around and placed the glass on the bar top. The bartender came and refilled it for him. Aiden looked around him quickly before back to the bartender. "Aye, make sure you add more vodka to that." He needed something a little more stronger than what he was drinking on.

[nathan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/252/e/a/Seamless_Wood_Planks_Texture_by_cfrevoir.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — he needed a guys night. but for once, all of his bar buddies and party guys were busy. screw that, nathan was going out one way or another. fresh out of the shower he put on a button up t shirt and his newest pair of jeans and black shoe combo. gelling what little hair he had back, he grabbed his wallet keys and headed out the door after drenching himself in cologne. nathan, being a stripped was well known in hte nightlife scene, so when he arrived at the club he managed to get right in. he took pride in what he did, stripping. that was his vise, the only thing that made him quick money, enough money to live off of and enough money to buy himself countless amount of drinks which was what his plan tonight consisted of. walking into the club he headed straight to the bar and ordered a beer. chugging that down he started a tab. the bartender knew that he was a usual around here so he smiled when they agreed to his tab. ordering a few bottles and beers he ordered them to the vip booth. the vip booth that was his. yes, although nathan didnt have much money, and he wasnt famous, he managed to come to the club so many times he had his own vip booth. smiling when the waitress arrived with his drinks he gave her a tip and a wink. she was gorgeous, and that was what was going to get him to keep ordering drinks. after finishing off his beers he was growing bored with this club. he didnt enjoy coming to clubs allone, although his vip booth was now filled with beautiful women, and men who claimed to be his 'friends' he knew they were only here to scam off of him. heading back to the bar, he stumbled a bit bumping into someone who was ordering vodka nad some other drink. "sorry man, oh may i suggest a drink. vodka wont do shit. put some tequila in that and youre guaranteed a good time" he nodded at the guy, taking a seat at the bar next to him.

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credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[aidenwashington1]

You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep

Aiden glanced at the dude who had just sat on the stool next to him as the bartender handed him his drink. He took a sip before placing it on the bar. "Yeah, I know. But I got to stay on my toes. This club won't run properly if the boss is out of it." He smiled. Most people wouldn't think of him as a business owner. But that was fine with him because he didn't go off of what people think. He was always a individual and that was how he was going to always be. "So how is you liking this place so far?" Aiden figured he might as well make small talk with him.

[nathan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/252/e/a/Seamless_Wood_Planks_Texture_by_cfrevoir.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — this guy seemed to be pretty relaxed and chill, so nathan decided to stay around and see what was going on. when the guy spoke to him about being the club owner nathan smirked and nodded his head taking a sip of his drink "yo thats cool that you own this place man. i love it here. always getting vip booths and shit" he ordered another drink. the sober nathan would have been a lot calmer about meeting the owner of the club but the drunk nathan was a fool and was most likely going to make a complete and total ass out of himself. it was his usual. after the murder of his wife and un born baby nathan was never the same, he didnt care about his life and didnt care wether he was drunk, making an ass out of himself or sober pissing someone off. taking another sip of the new drink he nodded again. "i like it here, its pretty relaxed and no one really hassles me. and there are a shit ton of hot women here" he said nodding around at the groups of girls that were huddled together. that was the thing about women that nathan noticed, they flocked in groups. they were never alone, that always confused him, but he never asked questions. the more in a group, the more chances of getting lucky that he had.

tagged: aiden | outfit: clickseam | notes: yay

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[aidenwashington1]

You can't say I'm not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo bitch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep

Aiden nodded his head. He looked around at all the beautiful girls in the vicinity. "Yeah. There are some sexy ass chicks up in here." That was one reason he liked being the boss. He get the pick of the litter. All sexy women flocked to him, just hoping to get in VIP to hobnob with the big shots.

"By the way, I'm Aiden and you are?" He hated talking to people and not knowing their names. It was the quickest way to get on his bad side.