Dimitri - Scene before Night Club
It was Friday night, and Dimitri was early getting off of work. He jumped in his Honda Accord that was parked right next to the building. He wanted to go out tonight. He was tired of work, and his boss has been hounding him all day about the completion of the wiring network for the University.
Dimitri was a low voltage technician for (BLAH Univ). The university is in the final stages of construction for the new gym and health center that they are building. They are also almost finished with the new Student Union, and most of the the shops were starting to prep for reopening.
Dimitri rushed up the stairs to his apartment after grabbing the mail at the lock box in the hallway. No one was there to greet, so he rushed up the stairs and pulling his keys back out from his pocket. He found the right one and entered his apartment.
It was a spacious 1 bedroom, and he loves the view from his bedroom window. He has a perfect landscape of Mountains. He threw the keys and mail on the table and proceeded to his kitchen nook comprised of a small stove top with two burners on it, a small refrigerator that was green; yet, it made ice super fast, and that was always a plus when inviting over friends for a drink and gaming.
Dimitris grabbed a container of food from out of the fridge and cracked the lid and popped it in the microwave. It was a meal that he made the previous weekend. He would make meals for the week, and then put them in containers to save and freeze. It was a Salisbury steak, mashed potato, and cooked carrots with gravy. He plopped it in the microwave and went to his room to get off his work clothes and jump in the shower.
Dimitri was confident in himself and his looks. He looked in the mirror in his bedroom when he took off his shirt. He flexed a little; pushed his arms up and out to stretch out all the definition that he has worked half-ass and yet looks like he works out 2 times a day. He quit his little vanity admiration of himself. He jumped in the shower and got cleaned so he could meet his friend Nathalia and 9pm. He still had a little over an hour.
He jumped out of the shower after wahsing up and went to the kitchen to eat his meal. He finished that last couple bites he had, and washed it down with a IPA that he picked up for "Humpday Special" on his way home Wednesday evening. It has a nice clean finish, and it wasn't too hoppy, but nice and mild.
As he finished his beer, he was walking towards the sink. He quickly ran back in the bathroom, and did a full brush and rinse for his teeth. As he walked into his room, the phone rang. It was Nathalia making sure he was still on for tonight.
"You answered the phone - you better be ready to go if you took the time to answer your phone," she bellowed over the ear-receiver.
"Yes Nat! I am ready. I just have to throw on a shirt; should I do button up or should I go t-shirt?" As he asked the question, Dimitri was eyeballing his dark blue pin stripe it was nice and tight in the right areas to really compliment his physique. Then there was his t-shirt that had a saying "Far From Sober." He likes wearing that one because it generally means he gets pleanty of free drinks at the bar."
That blue button up is sexy as fuck on you," Nathalia answered as Dimitri came to the same conclusion. "Do you think you will go home with some one, or is it okay if I hang out with you after the bar?"
I don't know. Why do you ask that?" He was very curious on this.
"You are going to wear that shirt, and you better wear those 550s that you have. So, in conclusion, that means you are going to have every guy at the bar oogling you."
"Haha, you are too much! I am not planning on any extravaganzas tonight, so yes, you can hang with me. Are we coming back to my place, or do you want me to take you home and hang out there?" Dimitri asked this very considerately, since Nathalia is his "Ride or Die" partner for life. He loves hanging out either talking, cooking and eating, or just watching videos and goofing.
"Okay, I'm on my way. We can take a cab from your place. I will leave my overnight bag," Nathalia was saying a little hyperly. "See you in a few!"
"Cool, see you then!" Dimitri dropped his phone on the bed and proceded on putting his blue pin-striped shirt on. He really did look tasty in his clothes. He does hope to catch some one's eyes and maybe find a fun dance partner. Nathalia is a fun dance partner; he just wants to have a guy touching him and brushing up on him.
Dimitri went to the mirror, grabbed a little hair paste to fix his short, dishwater blonde hair. He got all the hairs to go in the direction he wants, and procedes to finish spray for a final touch. He was just finishing the last touch ups and the doorbell buzzed. Dimitri ran to the intercom and buzzed her up.
"Where do you want this?" Nathalia handed out her burgundy leather duffle to Dimitri.
"I will throw it on the bed. Why don't you call a cab? I don't want to drive tonight."
Nathalia already had her cell phone in hand and was ready to send the call. After a couple minutes of directions and address, Nathalia looked at Dimitri and said they are on there way."
"Great, how do I look?" Dimitri had a swauve, gallant look, and couldn't hold it long and started busting out laughing.
"You are drop dead gorgeous! If you don't at least have a dance partner found tonight, then you need to get the hell out of this town to a place that has some actual lively parties and guys that don't just think with their second brains." Nathalia started going on a dark path; her ex cheated on her with her cousin. She is still a little sore about that one.
The cab showed up and called Nathalia to inform her of just that fact. The two grabbed their coats and off to the night club.
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