``all fired up for you (Red)

[Roberto da Costa]

...he popped the collar of his black, unbuttoned sports jacket, ran his hands down his front, smoothing his green shirt and temporarily allowing his chest and abdominal to print through; then he bent slightly and brushed his black jeans clean and with a last look at his glistening black shoes he left his new hotel room, decked out in an outfit that he felt so comfortable in...he liked green, his face was clean not to mention handsome and his hair looked cool. He was basically set for the night. Walking down the corridor he passed a woman, a young woman probably eighteen or nineteen dressed in a little black dress that showed her long firm legs and allowed some of her cleave to show throw gloriously and to top it, she had a pretty face. The dark-skinned beauty slowed her walk as their bodies ran parallel then she caught herself and continued walking. "Have a good night." Rob called after, catching her double take before he turned the corridor, already over the moment despite the grin on his face...but to be honest, he felt naked without that grin, it was innate for him in a sense.

He stepped out of the Ritz-Carlton, hailed a cab and took the quick trip to Times Square. The drive was quiet, and that was good, he was in the quiet mood that night...he needed the quiet. Ever since he packed up and move to New York, ever since he had closed his lab slash research centre he felt empty. He had no purpose, he had no direction he had no woman to go home to, to chase after...all he had was this insane need to go out, get drunk alone, come back, sleep it off, sober it up and switch hotels...again. Can't honestly say that wasn't the saddest story you ever heard, it was pitiful, it is pitiful but it was what he got so he took it. Don't judge him, this was his way of trying to deal with this shitty life he walked right in with the fullest conviction at the time...he needed to get his head straight and at the time, a drink seemed like a good idea, but a good idea turned into piss-poor judgement. "Um...I'll get off here, thanks." He opened the car door, slipped the driver a twenty and got out, pocketing his wallet as he glanced over the bustle of individuals...The City That Never Sleeps...name suits it. People needed to go home, that's what up.

He sighed, his nostrils flaring slightly, then he headed into the sea of suits and styles. As he walked, he avoided bumping into someone, not easy given that his hands were shoved into his jeans pockets, his elbows poked out at angles so occasionally he would brush someone but the feeling of being apologetic wasn't that strong. It was New York, this place had a reputation he couldn't ignore...besides, he wasn't stay here long so why show emotion for someone who'd rather flip him the bird? His train of thought was shot to hell when he watched a tanned red-head step into some old looking building with a bouncer in front. Hmmm. If she was going in there, maybe he'd do himself the honour and try to get as close to her as possible...maybe tonight would be the night he had a good time rather than to go and waste himself senseless. So it was settled then. He walked up to the large blond dude who held his hand out and pushed Rob back at his chest.

Rob glanced at the hand that was still connected and stepped off, hands raised, questioning his actions. "Sorry...you need to be somebody to get in." The bouncer chortled out. "Um, yeah about that...I'm sure that I have more class and more money than you could fathom in one century...so why not let me in and things will remain cool?" He proposed, folding his arms and eyeing the bouncer firmly. It wasn't like him to throw stuff about him around like that but he was insanely impulsive, if the moment called for it he'd use what arsenal he had that he deemed the most effective at the time. "So?" He pressed on, then a smile graced his face as the big guy stepped aside to let him in. He climbed a few stairs, just following the stationed guards along the path till he got to the entrance to which he was allowed admittance after getting the back of his hand stamped.

"Wow." He breathed when he got a load of the place. It wasn't bad, but the scene...it was so tired, the music was lame and where was the crowd? Even the bar looked a bit played. Bad idea. He turned and headed back the way he came, giving the buy guy a pat on the back as he stepped back onto the side walk, once again joining the many walking in both directions: some hurriedly, others, like himself, just taking it easy but uniquely, he had his hands back in his jeans and his head was bowed slightly glancing at his foreground. Something needed to happen tonight before he was back in that mood again.