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Dark blue gray eyes scanned the street from behind his orange tinted glasses as the teen lent against an old brick wall on the dark side of town. With his black baggy jeans, simple gray shift bearing his favorite label, Jack Daniel's, and a dark jacket he seemed to fit in on the empty street as he waited for his friends to show up. Tonight they were going to paint the town red, so to speak, and hit as many bars as they could. "Hurry up Ced" he grummbled, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited ofr his ride. It was boys night out. Pulling a box of cigarettes from his pocket he flicked one out, held it between his lips before swapping the box for a lighter in his pocket. Embers flashed the end of the death stick and with one slow drag he let out a relaxed sigh. This is what his life had become, nights out on the town either drinking it up or partying the night away with some old friends and many strangers, though he had no complaints.

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"Dante hop in" The young teen heard as a car screach to a halt infront of him. A smirk danced across his face seeing the familar and unfamiliar faces in the car. Hopping in the back seat he closed the door of the black SUV he couldnt fight a slight smirk knowing what lay ahead for him, a bottle of Jack and Vodca, loads of laughs he probubly wouldnt be able to rmember in the morning, a potential one night stand or bar fight and that oh so lovely numb feeling brought on by being intoxicated. The wheels squeaked and squealed as the car lurched foreward, the man in the driver seat obviously not one who cared if he lost his licence or not... after all it was a fake. He chuckled softly to himself as he took another drag from his cig, exhaling a calm sigh. "What's so funny dude?" the guy in the passenger seat asked looking in the rearview mirror. "Just thinking about that loser from last week" he said, sending a wave of chuckles through the car at the memory of the drunk idiot who's face Dante punched in.

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One of the guys in the front seat turned the radio on and cranked the tunes all the way up, rolling the windows down as smoke started to fill the car, not that any of them really cared much about it. POP. POP. And with that the car slowed to a stop, groans of frustration rolling through the car. "Oh come on." "What'd you do Kyle?" "Damn it all" Dante hisses as they hopped out of the car to acess the damage Kyle, the driver, muttered. "Well, come on guys, we can walk from here." Dante said with a shrug turning though he caught Kyle's incerdious expression "Hey, it isnt my car" he said with a chuckle before the other two fallowed after him, kyle sticking with the car. Dante and the other two had been looking foreward to another night out, and dante sure as heak wasn't ready to give up.

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Dante lead the other two in silence to the nearest bar, it wasn't anything like the one they had been planning to go to, it was old and run down but a booze was booze. He listened to the two behind him talk about something idiotic. Hell if he cared, he barly knew the two who had fallowed him. Those two were just company for when anything made sence, thirty minutes at the bar and they would be best friends... untill he sobered up. He shivvered slightly when he felt a cold rush of air hit his neck, he subconsiously rubbed his neck and turned to look around for a second "i could have sworn" he grummbled gaining odd looks of confusion from the other two before he shook it off and led them down a dark alley. Reaching a dark door he took the small embering remnants of his cigarettes and put it out on his left forearm, an old habbit from who knows how long ago, before heading down a set of stairs into an old, classic bar, there werent many people inside but those there were all wasted.

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After scuring themselves seats at the bar and flashing their ID's to the bar tender who had been the first wise one in a whil, but the fakes were realistic, not even the cops had noticed last time they had gotten pulled over. Dante sighed softly as he ordered his first drink, "Jack and Coke". It didn't take him long to finish off that and just as he was about the order another drink one of the wasted fellows stumbled over to the bar, rased a hand and called "A round'a rum on me... fo' every'un" his words slurring together like the mans footsteps. Dante smirked, never one to turn down a wide open offer and was quick to take his bit of that offer. He had never been much of a rum man but decided to mix things up tonight and went back for seconds. Dante had always been a quick drinker since he could hold his alchohol once he was buzzed. Not even fifteen minutes after he and the others had entered the bar he had already downed a Jack and Coke, three glasses of rum two of vodka on the rocks and was taken shots with one of the old drunk bikers who had obviously been there for a long time judging on the fact he needed to grab for the shot glass three times minimum before he finally got hold of it. The two had quickly worked through the rest of the bottle of straight alchohol and the bar tender went into the back to get more before his curses rocked through the bar. Some went to investigate but Dante stayed seated not that interested until the bar tender came out and announced that all of the booz had been drunken, smashed or stolen. "You've got to be ********' kidding me" He groaned glancing back to his two 'friends' one of whom really could take their alchohal and was already out cold while the other was laughing like a hyena as he drew on his bud's face with a sharpee he had pulled out of thin air. No booze, and no true entertainment. "I'm out" Dante growled throwing down a pile of bills to pay for his drinks before storming out. "God i need a smoke" he grummbled and before he was even outside he had another cancer stick in his mouth and was puffing away in slight frustration. In the end he was only slightly buzzed, his mind barly fogged by the alchohol and knew tonight luck wasn't on his side. Shoving his hands in his pockets and hunching over slightly he scowled as he walked back towards his house, he was giving up for the night.

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Dante just stormed throuh the streets with an obvious annoyance hanging around him. Cold air swirled around him and he didn't know why but he found himself getting angerier by just the air "Damn it all to hell" he growled as he walked through the empty park and without pausing as he passed a trash can he kicked the thing over with enough force to send it and the metal casing that surrounded it, supposedly to keep it in place went flying. He was angery and he came out of the park he couldn't help but smirk a dark, devious smirk as he saw an outlet for his anger. A lonely drunk stumbled through the streets drunk off his feet. He continued on his way knowing the inevidable would happen and soon enough as he was about to pass the drunk he stumbled into him. Dante let his fist fly, and soon enough the drunk was laying in the gutter, trying to get up and get o his way. He walked the rest of the way back to his apartment with a slightly smug smirk on his face, know the drunk was sure to feel that in the morning. The apartment building he lived in was a nice one, good neightbor hood, large apartments, friendly people... save himself. He was the odd man out. Taking the elevator up four floors he walkd to his home, unlocked the door and stepped into the wood floored apartment, filled with as little furnature as nessisary throughout the apartment that could have easily housed three more. A couch and a tv in the living room, basic appliances in the kitchen, small table in the large dining room, washer and dryer in the laundry, a bed and a side table in his room and a few futon couches to fill the spare rooms It was easy to say he wasn't much of a home decour person. Passing the only picture in the house he mummbled a cold and distant"i'm home" to the empty apartment, knowing it was silly since no one had been there to reply for years.