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Takes place in a strip club/hotel in Halifax! Failpost!
This was one of J'adore;s judgement lapses. While searching for alcohol in Halifax he had come across as human strip club slash hotel. He was now drunk after hours of mucking about, making alcoholic concoctions and takings drugs. He was high and drunk and making noise basically.
Leaning heavily on the bar and haphazardly sat on a bar stool, J'adore took a large mouthful from the bottle of champange, looking rather gleeful. This was a rare occurance however. The Spaniard had only experianced a high this big twice before. One time had been in Spain, Barcelona in fact, where he spent hours in a luperci club crinking and taking drugs. He had no idea what else happened except from he slept with a lot of people, male and female. The second time was in Taranto, he was only drunk this time, but he could remember dancing with lots of Italian wolf females, thats all.
Of course he had been drunk and high plently of times before but not to that extent. A heavy sigh emerged from J'adore as he push himself up from the bar, only to fall backwards onto broken glass which littered the floor. He didn't notice this as his nerves had long been numb, so he got up and stumbled about, knocking over the chairs and tables as he moved to the stage.
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