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James slammed his hand down on the old, black alarm clock he had bought at some antique shop in a lower district. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the time, just as he always did when he woke up. The white letters on the black background showed the time. "Four twenty-two, pm," The man mumbled, groggily, to himself. He continued to look at the clock, and when the small black square flipped over to show the time was "04:23" the man got up. 

James slowly walked over to the large window of his large room and took a deep breath. "Window, open." The dark screen of the window rose slowly, illuminating the room with the orange glow of a setting sun. The view was beautiful, "breath-taking" as one of the girls he had slept with, described it. His light brown eyes sparkled, and for a moment, everything was quiet, and he was calm. However, a few moments later, the noises of the city came rushing back into his ears, signaling that it was time to get ready. James sighed once more, and made his way to the restroom. 

The water, like a soft waterfall, cascaded down from the shower ceiling, and onto James, all the while one of his favorite [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OZCyp-LcGw]Motzart[/url] pieces played in the background. Once he was finished with his shower, and dressed in one of his usual outfits; a plain white dress shirt, buttoned up and left open at the collar, black pants, and a black blazer, an older style he had seen in old pictures which he had taken quite a liking to, he stepped out of his room.

"Get up, Mason! It's almost five! Your room looks shittier than ever, Mason. Learn to clean up once in a damn while, will you?"

James what met to a swift shot to his gut, which cause him to double over and let out a small groan. 

Mason sat up slowly in bed, throwing his head to the side to move his semi-dark hair out of the way of his bright green eyes. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at his brother and he stood. 

"How are you this fine evening, James? Stomach flu? Why are you bent over like that?" He asked innocently.

"Fuck you, Mason. Sometimes I want to strangle you. I really do." James straightened himself up and then turned, then made his way out of his brother's room. "What club are we headed out to tonight, Mason? How about Eclipse? The club is nice. Hot chicks."

Mason shook his head and followed his brother, a small smile on his face. "Nah, I think we should check out this place called "The Spit." I heard about it from a friend of a friend. He says it's a good place if you like rock, which I do. And I think we should give it a try. it is in the same district as Eclipse, too. It's bound to have hot chicks, and I bet you anything, they are going to be real freaks in the sack!"

James was quiet as he stepped into the living room of their flat, and then turned a few moments later. "Alright. Sounds good. If I don't like it, then I can just make my way over to Eclipse. Now, since that is that, go get cleaned up and dressed. Hurry up. Hop to it."