Drake (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bengal) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} kings_ransom, |
Drake's first day and night in Las Vegas couldn't have been better...he had taken a large roll of large bills and found himself a good old-fashioned whore house. Once inside, he chose three ladies and had the madame order whiskey, cigars and a deck of cards to be sent to their room. In the unlikely event that Drake would go to Heaven, this would be his idea of whatthat would be like...for 24 hours, he played poker, drank, smoked cigars and had sex in every imaginable way and in every imaginable combination a perverse man could think of with three seasoned prostitutes.
Needing very little sleep, the feral had returned home after dawn, taken a long hot shower and grabbed maybe 3 hours of sleep. After filling up on a lunch of meat and sweets, it was time to do a little prowling. Walking down through the corridors of the second deck where most of the crew's quarters were, Drake waited until he was alone and then he jumped and swung up into the rafters overhead. He liked to observe people when they didn't know they were being observed...when they were really being themselves. He liked to peel away those public niceties...those masks put on to make them more palatable for public consumption...Drake lusted after that down and dirty hidden persona that many hid and tried to discover it whenever he could.
He had been up and down the length of the second deck and was about to climb down and try the third deck and it's lesser number of crew's quarters when he heard footsteps heading his way. Pulling his legs back up, he crouched in the shadows and watched for a moment...Ah, Lana...Haven't seen you for a bit, Miss Hawaii.Wonder what you are up to? Let's see, eh?.
Following the beautiful Hawaiian mutant for a bit, Drake finally decided it would be more fun to follow along next to her...she was no soft namby pamby chick...she was tough and he liked that...fuck it...dropping down in her path, he smiled a toothy smile and greeted, "Ello, Luv! 'Avin ourselves a nice tour, are we?", he winked, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "Drakey 'ere will gives ya a tour, 'e will".
Needing very little sleep, the feral had returned home after dawn, taken a long hot shower and grabbed maybe 3 hours of sleep. After filling up on a lunch of meat and sweets, it was time to do a little prowling. Walking down through the corridors of the second deck where most of the crew's quarters were, Drake waited until he was alone and then he jumped and swung up into the rafters overhead. He liked to observe people when they didn't know they were being observed...when they were really being themselves. He liked to peel away those public niceties...those masks put on to make them more palatable for public consumption...Drake lusted after that down and dirty hidden persona that many hid and tried to discover it whenever he could.
He had been up and down the length of the second deck and was about to climb down and try the third deck and it's lesser number of crew's quarters when he heard footsteps heading his way. Pulling his legs back up, he crouched in the shadows and watched for a moment...Ah, Lana...Haven't seen you for a bit, Miss Hawaii.Wonder what you are up to? Let's see, eh?.
Following the beautiful Hawaiian mutant for a bit, Drake finally decided it would be more fun to follow along next to her...she was no soft namby pamby chick...she was tough and he liked that...fuck it...dropping down in her path, he smiled a toothy smile and greeted, "Ello, Luv! 'Avin ourselves a nice tour, are we?", he winked, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "Drakey 'ere will gives ya a tour, 'e will".