SD 60: Chance Sanders vs Nathan Sanders

[Ben Jacobs]

Post rps below.

ATTENTION!!!
Once again the rp deadline is THURSDAY NIGHT

RP LIMIT:
1 Per Person/Per Match

RP DEADLINE:[/u]
Thursday, May 6th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

Match & Segment Deadline:
Friday, May 7th @ 10AM CST. (board time)

[Chance]

8:31am
Friday 9th April
Sally’s Bar.


I remember waking up with a splitting headache; a beer mat was stuck to my face as I struggled to lift my head from the bar. Surrounded by empty shot glasses and beer bottles, I assumed it had been a good night. The bar itself was a mess, the juke box still was still playing but was stuck on the introduction of a song. Broken glass and pools of puke covered the floor.

Just a normal night at Sally’s I thought to myself.

Steadily balancing myself on the bar I stand up from my seat, my legs feeling like jelly, that extra shot of Jack Daniels maybe wasn’t a good idea. It never was, but who am I to turn down a drink.

The previous night was meant to be one to remember, but I am struggling to do that. I had heard a talent agent had come to see me perform, it was meant to be a break for the big time, a shot at Vegas. I had always thought that working the strip is the life I wanted. I could perform, party and party.

Yeah, I said Party twice.

I wish that this morning no different to any other, I am use to waking up with a hangover, waking up in a strange place, but to stay firmly in a bar like Sally’s was new to me.

Walking around the bar, I could clearly see that I was not the only one that had stayed for the duration of the night. Some girls had fallen asleep in one of the corner booths and a couple of bikers were still sat playing cards. I had heard of a lock in before, but never at Sally’s.

I acknowledged the bikers and they were quick to laugh and cheer, something wasn’t quite right and I could tell the cheers probably weren’t for my performance last night, I knew I sucked as a comedian. It was something I had always wanted to do, I was always the class clown at school, people made fun of me but it was my way of coping with the situation in hand. Maybe I would have stood a chance if my parent hadn’t have named me Chance at birth. I still think it was there way of punishing me before I was even born, yet with a name like Chance, my high school days were numbered.

Parts of the night are beginning to come back to me, but the majority is still a major blur. There was a cute blonde that sat in the front row, she kept making eye contact but refused to smile or laugh. I know I’m bad but I’m not that bad.

It could have been my odour breaking through the sweat and smoke in the bar, there must have been something that attracted her to me, the bar was full of athletes and body builders.

Athletes, that could be my problem.
I remember looking up and seeing a poster on the wall. There was some wrestling event nearby and the “athletes” had come to celebrate after putting on their show. My act seemed to take a turn for the worse. I vaguely remember doing nothing but mocking them and pointing out their defects, something I think that I do well in comedy.


OOC: I wouldnt usually do this, but the week has disappeared from me and I have to get ready to go into Hospital.

This was intended to be my CD RP, but I havent been able to finish it, and time has run out for me to do a formal RP for my match.

As I am facing a "Jobber" this week, I dont see it as too much of a problem, but if things werent serious on my end, I wouldnt even be posting this here, I just dont want to no show.

Adam, will shoot you a PM at some point.