[i]There were two familiar people in the bar thing. Jason, whom was dressed up as Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean, and, of course, Lucas. Jason was currently drunk off his ass, and flirting with women and girls of all races, his normally barely understandable voice now also being slurred. Lucas, on the other hand, was calmly chatting with the barkeep, a glass of coke in his right hand, while his left set in his left pocket. He was just wearing a simple pair of camoflauged shorts, an equally camoflauged T-shirt, and a pair of black army boots. No costume because he's lame. [/i] "Oooooooh, 'eeeeey, Chloanne.. Heheh, fancy meetin' ya in 'is ol' place! Wha's it been? Nine years? Goddamn, lil' ol' Jason is gettin' old!" [i]Jason said once he had spotted and approached Chloanne. He definitely was drunk off his arse, especially with his next words.. [/i] "Wanna get outta 'ere? Ehehe.."