My head's up in the clouds (Open to a girl)

[JOHNNY GRAYSON DAVENPORT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #707070 8px solid; border-bottom: #707070 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x232/the_magical_one07/Backgrounds/dark.jpg);] [atrb=width,400] There's No Way You'll Ring The Alarm Leaving brief conversation, Johnny flashed one of his seemly irresistible smiles. Winking slightly, he left the group of models before him. Knowing they would be fine waiting for the photographer to arrive, he headed towards his office. He really did enjoy his job, he swooned around beautiful women all and got nothing but money and respect. The silent thuds of his footfalls echoed down the quiet corridor of the building, a content smile on his face absentminded thoughts of the bar grew in his pandora. Upon reaching his office, Johnny swung the door open to be greeted by a panoramic view of the cityscape below. Waltzing to the computer on his desk, he logged off before taking his phone to his pocket. Unhooking his coat from a hanger, he slipped it on before again leaving the room. Locking the door behind himself, his path retraced as he headed towards the main entrance/exit. Stopping by the reception desk, his flashed another sweet teeth bearing smile to the ladies working. Drifting his gaze downwards for a moment, he draw his attention back to her as she passed up a small bowl containing mints. Cheer lovely. Rolling her eyes in a joking manner, she said goodbye to the man as he left swiftly though the glass double doors. It was a rather nice day in his opinion, the sun was out. Warm but not too hot, and dusk evening brought the dim outline of the moon. A content expression on his face as the man walked along the sidewalk, his destination of course the bar. Not a daily routine but regular occurrence of his, to have a drink after work. Maybe to pick up a nice lady. Not a bad life, not a bad life at all

[/b] Standing behind a few people, the queue to get in rapidly decreased. Walking in the instant smell of alcohol and Tabaco heightened his senses, inhaling the musky air the need to spark up became greater. Stepping aside from the door, Johnny made his way towards the bar. Weaving effortlessly between the growing mass of people, he heard a voice as he became distracted for a second or two.

”Uh excuse me, manners wouldn’t go a miss, I think you walked into me now didn’t you Miss. How about you let me buy you a drink to make up for it


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tag: Pandora word count:394 Outfit: notes:Well hello there Miss.

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