A few bits of popcorn flew through the air and onto the stage. Their origin, a round, green sofa located near the front of the stage. The thrower; a tall muscular man with light skin, his long black hair is pulled into a ponytail. He was dressed in all black, his legs propped up on a round table in front of the sofa. In one hand he clutched a red and white vertical striped bag filled with more popcorn, which he was grabbing and either tossing or eating with a hand marked by a red tattoo.
"BOO!"
The guy yelled out at the random group of drunken strangers who's stumbled up onto the stage, and his violet eyes held a look of irritated boredom. A heavy exhale left his mouth afterwards and he grumbled to himself "God don't we have anyone with talent tonight? This sucks."
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[Random] Greed owns the place (obviously).
on 2013-07-03 06:21 pm (UTC)"BOO!"
The guy yelled out at the random group of drunken strangers who's stumbled up onto the stage, and his violet eyes held a look of irritated boredom. A heavy exhale left his mouth afterwards and he grumbled to himself "God don't we have anyone with talent tonight? This sucks."