[color=silver][right][sup][color=00a86b][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — [color=0091a8]The Edge Nightclub[/color]
[color=00a86b][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — [color=0091a8] Zeke [@Prosaic][/color]
[color=00a86b][b]MENTIONS[/b][/color] — [color=0091a8]Eva[/color]
[color=00a86b][b]TIME[/b][/color] — [color=0091a8]11:45 PM[/color][/sup][/right]

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[indent]The Edge seemed to gain some rather impatient momentum in the past five minutes or so. Among the pushy club-goers were some that Colin recognized. There were a couple that he remembered just got out of Salem Penitentiary and were out on parole. Their faces were those that you would remember after first arresting them. They were non-violent offenders, so Colin had no real reason to worry about them causing any trouble, though it didn't set his mind to rest entirely. 

Colin leaned back against the bar countertop, his upper-back planted firmly against the smooth wood. He gave the club a quick scan, seeing the faces of the younger Salem crowd letting loose after an obviously-difficult day (or so Colin assumed). Who knew what sort of day they had. For all he knew, they could just be the sort of people that frequented the club scene so much that they let loose any chance they could get. Colin himself, as well as Zeke, weren't such people. In fact, this was Colin's first time in weeks that he was actually able to relax. His secondary job - the one that he, if at all possible - would like to avoid thinking about.

And to no fault of his own, Zeke asked about that very job; even if Zeke didn't know it, that very question was centered around his alternative means of employment. Around the same time, Colin's phone vibrated against his right pant leg. Just to ease his mind, he took it out. The name of the contact that had sent him that text was enough for Colin to grimace with disgust. And enough for him to swiftly put his phone back into his pocket without even checking what it said. In his mind, at that very moment, he had very little interest in what it said.

Instead, Colin would swiftly answer Zeke's question. [color=00a86b]"It sucked, which is why I'm ordering us another drink."[/color] Colin waved at the bartender. A different one than the Zima girl brought them another round of rum and coke. Colin shrugged and slid Zeke his second drink. [color=00a86b]"Let's see if you can handle your liquor, little brother!"[/color] Colin gave Zeke a teasing smirk, downing his second glass in an effortless swig. Once done, he set it down, no doubt noticing that Zeke was a slow drinker, 

Colin scanned the dancefloor once more, his eyes going from one corner to the other. He was growing weary looking at the same people. Some randoms who were trying to make themselves look important as they tried to impress whoever it was that had been nearby was, if nothing else, tiring for an already-irritated Colin Brady. Seeing their idiotic faces made him want to puke. It certainly wasn't the second glass of rum he just drank. He knew how to handle his liquor, though he found himself viewing his brother's visage briefly. He smiled at him before speaking.

[color=00a86b]"So, got anyone special in your life, bro? And I don't mean family. I am referring to romantic interests."[/color]

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