Veras loved the music at these clubs, but he had grown out of jumping into the mosh, so he was sitting at the bar, drowning himself quickly with shots, the music starting to run together as he drank the night away. Apparently this was fun. His hair was near shoulder length and a dirty blond, and in his attempt to fit the scene, a black band t-shirt adorned his chest, and a pair of bleached, torn blue jeans.
He watched 'til the band had finished their set, starting to exit the stage as the next band immediately began to set up their equipment. This would go on for the rest of the night. Turning around, Veras simply waved a finger, and a shot seemed to magically appear in front of him. He wasn't sick and blacked out, but the night would definitely be a hazy blur. He didn't go to concerts alone, but bars were a different story, so this seemed an appropriate place for him to enjoy the end of his week away from his work and from his girlfriend.
He watched 'til the band had finished their set, starting to exit the stage as the next band immediately began to set up their equipment. This would go on for the rest of the night. Turning around, Veras simply waved a finger, and a shot seemed to magically appear in front of him. He wasn't sick and blacked out, but the night would definitely be a hazy blur. He didn't go to concerts alone, but bars were a different story, so this seemed an appropriate place for him to enjoy the end of his week away from his work and from his girlfriend.