Who: Raven and Barbie. Where: The bar. When: January 2nd, 2016. What: Pretty much just drinking and being Raven. Rating: TBD Status: Closed: In progress.
Run, run, runaway, runaway, baby Before I put my spell on you You better get, get, getaway, getaway, darling 'Cause everything you heard is true
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Raven had partied over the thirty-first, Raven had partied through the first of the year, and Raven was going three for three and partying through the second of the new year as well. The amount of powder that the chemist had taken through his nose was probably a dangerous amount, but Raven wasn't stopping. His mind was racing, and his heart was beating out of control. It was very likely the feeling if back in the day, before the pulse if he had mixed Red Bull with his coffee. Which caused the man to stop on his journey to the bar to check his heart beat. Two fingers to his pulse line he checked his pulse. Slowly his brow lifted, and he couldn't help but a chuckle. His pulse sounded like dub-step and that was particular hilarious to Raven.
Finishing his trip to the bar, his pace was upbeat, a little swayed, but upbeat none the less. He flew through the doors to his obviously favorite bar, and greeted everyone he came across. Raven knew a good number of people considering his role, and he was happy to be friendly. Shaking hands and chatting a for a minute here or there as he went, he moved his way through everyone to make his way to the bar. Once he achieved his destination, he greeted the person behind the bar.
"Hello beauti-" That was when Raven paused looking to the brown haired beauty behind the bar. Tilting his head slightly he finished his statement. "Ful." A low smirk on his lips as he leaned over the bar. "Who might your shining new face be? Have we met, and am I being foolish in forgetting you? I mean, I am fantastic with names, and faces, and people." This was the point where with out even looking, he started naming people in the bar. Brief descriptions, and where they were, then their names. After about twelve examples, he pointed back to the young lady in front of him. "But you, my dear, I have no name." During this example of his intelligence, his green eyes never left her matching greens.
His finger that was pointing at her, slowly shifted into shake her hand. "I'm Raven..."