Cooper Connelly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} irishwarrior) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-01-22 22:16:00 |
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Who: Cooper & Mikaela
What: Dancing; Let the games begin
When: Late Tuesday Night
Where: A Club Downtown
Rating: TBD
Open? tomikaelachase only
Cooper needed to blow off steam, just like so many other nights. He had been working most of the week, 'working', leaving his fists a little bit bruised from the process. With the night off, he did not need to bother with thinking over what he was going to do. He had come home and showered before changing into some fairly loose-fitting jeans and a black button-up shirt, he grabbed his keys and wallet before he headed out of his apartment. Cooper didn't take all that much pride in many of his possessions, but the thing that was literally his baby was his motorcycle.
Hopping onto said bike, he revved the engine a few times before he tore out of his garage and toward the downtown area. He wove through what little traffic there was and parked out front of his usual spot. Tossing his keys casually to the valet there, he shook his hand like he did more than a few times a week. It had taken him a long time to actually trust the guy to move his bike.
Walking by the line outside, his eyes scanned the people waiting around to get into the club, and he smirked at a couple of girls who gave him the nod. He clapped the bouncer on the shoulder as he slid on by him. Everyone in Boston knew the Connelly boys, and didn't bother to card a single one of them, or even give them a second glance when they walked into such establishments as these. Probably because Cooper was the one to collect "bills" every month from this said club anyway.
After getting himself a beer and draining it, he shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to the bar tender before he made his way out to the dance floor. He made some comment about 'teaching these chumps how to dance in Boston,' and practically jumped into the center of the fray. Cooper didn't think when he danced, he just let the music flow through him. He didn't do much dancing over in Iraq, and now that he was home, and his knee didn't kill him every time he stepped on it anymore, he was free to move at will. And if he happened to meet some girl who could keep up with him for the night, then he was better for it.
What: Dancing; Let the games begin
When: Late Tuesday Night
Where: A Club Downtown
Rating: TBD
Open? to
mikaelachase onlyCooper needed to blow off steam, just like so many other nights. He had been working most of the week, 'working', leaving his fists a little bit bruised from the process. With the night off, he did not need to bother with thinking over what he was going to do. He had come home and showered before changing into some fairly loose-fitting jeans and a black button-up shirt, he grabbed his keys and wallet before he headed out of his apartment. Cooper didn't take all that much pride in many of his possessions, but the thing that was literally his baby was his motorcycle.
Hopping onto said bike, he revved the engine a few times before he tore out of his garage and toward the downtown area. He wove through what little traffic there was and parked out front of his usual spot. Tossing his keys casually to the valet there, he shook his hand like he did more than a few times a week. It had taken him a long time to actually trust the guy to move his bike.
Walking by the line outside, his eyes scanned the people waiting around to get into the club, and he smirked at a couple of girls who gave him the nod. He clapped the bouncer on the shoulder as he slid on by him. Everyone in Boston knew the Connelly boys, and didn't bother to card a single one of them, or even give them a second glance when they walked into such establishments as these. Probably because Cooper was the one to collect "bills" every month from this said club anyway.
After getting himself a beer and draining it, he shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to the bar tender before he made his way out to the dance floor. He made some comment about 'teaching these chumps how to dance in Boston,' and practically jumped into the center of the fray. Cooper didn't think when he danced, he just let the music flow through him. He didn't do much dancing over in Iraq, and now that he was home, and his knee didn't kill him every time he stepped on it anymore, he was free to move at will. And if he happened to meet some girl who could keep up with him for the night, then he was better for it.