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just because rhea wanted to explore her soft side of life did not mean that she has to completely abandon her usual fun lifestyle. since she got to this city, she had not done a lot of exploring or enjoying herself as much and this was the reason why she left her place to party.. alone. she did not need anyone to come with her, because to her, they will always end up as a hold up. if she decided to bring a friend with her, all the nonsense like 'make-up time' and 'check out hot guys time' would come along as a package, and that was not what she needed. what she needed was to explore the extreme things in this place called Chicago alone, with no one to be a bother to her. this was going to be her night, and no one else's.

so where to go? rhea heard many places suggested by the people in school, but the place where everyone said 'amazing' or 'that place is so intense' was the vision nightclub. and the place already sounds awesome enough. from google-mapping this place on her iphone, the nightclub was located just a few miles from her apartment. and having not lost her true daring self yet, she decided to walk there 11 pm at night. the odd thing was the fact that she had a perfectly usable car. people might say 'what the hell was she thinking?', but maybe that was her point of doing so. so what if she got robbed? so what if she got attacked? living along side danger was her 'thing' anyways.

and yes, she got dresses immediately. and unlike most girls, she only took fifteen minutes to figure her whole look for the night. as today is supposed to be her wild night, rhea put on her seriously tiny and tight black cocktail dress that bares most of the back as well as letting her hair loose and messed it up a little bit. and that was it. she grabbed her fake french ID and her money, slipped it into her top and left. other items were considered unnecessary, like a phone and a purse. if she took it and got wasted, there would be no way in hell she would find it anyways.

the walk took at least 20 minutes, but that could not be for sure, because again, she decided not to wear a watch. along the way, people looked at her weirdly, and she was so tempted to look for trouble and ask them why. however, she contained herself and continued to walk.

when she got to vision, there was a long queue, but she did managed to bribe a waiter to let her in the backdoor with a good sum of money. this was the first thing she learnt while going out for the first time: when bribing, you have to give more than enough for it to work. and for her, money wasn't a problem anyways and it did not mean much to her.

the club had three floors and it was decorated like most clubs did. nothing unusual to rhea, but the amount of people was impressive. from the moment she walked in, she could see the troubles she could make tonight, and this feeling felt great. on the second floor was a bar, and just to be odd in a 'rather nice' place like this, she ordered beer. one of the most low-graded things on the alcohol list. and all she did was sat there and gulped it down glass by glass.

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

It was one of those nites where the dark haired Russian just needed a drink. Honestly it wasn't really a need, he didn't need it he just wanted it badly. So here he was at Vision. Already he had a few drinks in his system, or as he heard once before, "blood in his alcohol stream" That made him laugh when he'd heard it. So he used it a bit since then himself.

He'd been around the city long enough to know the best haunts. This was one of the best in the city. The best actually. He still found the vodka to be far to weak here for his taste, but still for an American version it wasn't so bad. At home he had the 'real' deal straight from Russia. There were a few sites where he could order his drink of choice.

Criss sat at the bar, with one hand wrapped around his glass. His drink of choice a as usual straight vodka. His sister was at their apartment working on some homework. Criss could have stayed at home with her but he needed a drink and Lamia needed to get her work done, he'd just distract her. She would call him when she finished and he'd go home and get his little sister's mind away from it.

Sitting at the bar he didn't look like a teacher in the least. He just looked like an normal guy getting his drinks His bare muscular arms were visible showing of his tattoo. His jeans were his usual faded baggy ones. His favorite pair. He ran his hand through his hair not really paying much attention to the people around him. He rarely did, he was the quiet type more apt to drink his alcohol and just enjoy it. Tonite so he knew wouldn't prove any different.

Another long week one with still a few days left before Saturday came. Soon it would be here and he could sleep in, that would be lovely not having to get up. He might regret this nite tomorrow though, already he'd had three drinks and was on his fourth. He wasn't drunk he being Russian knew his way around vodka it took a lot to get him really drunk. That was good and bad. But still if he drank to much more he would surly feel it in the morning. He'd be a bit high strung, vodka until it drained from his system tended to make him hyper and more irritable, the latter came from his father. He was nearing violent when he was drunk. Criss wasn't that bad but he knew that he had limits and knew not to over pass that boundary.

But tonite one did catch his eyes, he watched her a moment trying not to be to obvious she kind of looked familiar he thought but he couldn't be sure it was probably the vodka.

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OOC: It's pretty crappy sorry.
Distracted watching a Dog show.
Plus my muse is fried at the moment.. >.<
I just didn't want to leave you hanging..

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