[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Avalon
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	”[color=hotpink]Please tell me you brought your flask.[/color]”  Drake pulled out his flask and handed it over with a wink.

	"[color=f7976a]You wait here.  I'm gonna see if there's another way in,[/color]" he instructed as he began walking off toward the side of the building.  There had to be another door.  You can't have a place like this without multiple exits.  As his feet patted out a rhythm, he felt his adrenaline waning. The little bit of sleep he got did him some good, but it obviously wasn't enough to make up for all the sleep he [i]didn't[/i] get.  

	As he came to a handleless door, he tried pushing his fingers into the edge of it to pull it open.  No luck.  He knocked on it, instead.  Maybe someone would hear it and just let him in.  As he stood there waiting, he tried to fight back a yawn and lost. [color=f7976a][i] The music, the vibe inside... It'll pick me up[/i][/color], he told himself, hoping it was true.  After a few moments, he abandoned the door and continued walking, turning towards the back of the building now.  He walked passed a parked white Cadillac Escalade.  The licence plate said [i]STGNM2[/i].  Just as he did, a door a few yards ahead opened up as a waitress came out.  Drake changed his pace to a jog.

	"[color=f7976a]Hold up![/color]" he called out with a smile.  "[color=f7976a]Please, don't let the door shut![/color]"  The waitress looked at him with mild annoyance.  In black slacks and a white long sleeve button up with a name tag clipped on, she looked more suited for a restaurant rather than a night club.  The look on her face gave away the fact that she was tired and really didn't want to be working right now.

	"Entrance is on the other side," she informed as one hand held the door and the other searched her own pockets.  "Shit," she said sharply, looking down as if something had suddenly gone very wrong.

	"[color=f7976a]I know, but the line is ridiculous.  You mind if I just... you know...[/color]" He gave a few exaggerated nods toward the open door, obviously hinting that he wanted in.

	"I'll make you a deal," she started.  "I left my cigarettes inside.  Let me bum a cig and you're in."  Drake's face lit up as he pulled a pack out of his shirt pocket and retrieved two, giving both of them over as an extra thank you.

	"[color=f7976a]Thank you, uh...[/color]"

	"Becky," she said, finishing his sentence and introducing herself.

	"[color=f7976a]Thanks Becky.  See you in there, huh?[/color]" With a smile and a wink, he took the open door and opened it a little wider as he stepped through.  The music was blaring and the lights were low.  Time to get the night started.