Smackdown! [Tag:Eric]

Tonight was going to be a long night for Philip. Going out to a loud, crazy club with a bunch a guys he really didn't care for-plus one he did like;Not exactly Philip's idea of a good time. He liked intimate settings, whether with friends or dates. He liked being able to actually have a conversation with whoever he was with. And it wasn't like he didn't enjoy dancing, he liked it fine, but he didn't like being being squashed so much on a too small dance floor he could barely move. But sadly, it was his friend Mike's bachelor party, so here Philip was.

So tonight, Philip was going to have to force a smile to stay on his face, as he laughed stiffly and forcibly at the other guys' inane jokes. He didn't understand how Mike was even friends with these buffoons. Philip kept close to Mike as the group made their way to the back of the club to a bunch of empty and tables. When they all got situated in seats, or set off to pick up some drunk girl, Philip went over to the bar to get a beer(although he'd probably need something harder to get through the night), and after getting a drink for Mike as well, he headed back to sit beside the groom-spending at least some time with his friend before the others dragged him off.

Eric was at his office, far from the noisy dance floor, dealing with the club's paper, while watching over his phone every once and now... He knew Kida was close to her due date, and he wanted to stay with her every minute so he could assist her... But weekends on the club was insane, and Eric needed to be at his office to put the things on the trails.

''Storm... There's a bachelor party downstairs, and you should look for Mike'', his assistant chimed at the door, and Eric turned his gaze up to her, ''Excuse... Who I should look off?'', Eric said as calmly as possible, but he could feel his left hand clenching as he heard the young lady, ''Mike, the groom! You should go there before those drunks start breaking our furniture. ''I'll be there in a minute, Sophia. Thanks!'', he smirked, and he could see the girl blushing lightly.

He leaned back on his chair, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he calmed himself. That Mike couldn't be 'the' Mike... Michael Korso... He hadn't heard anything from him, or his twin, and their blonde toy, but they had appeared from nowhere in Nirethia. If he met the old Korso downstairs, he would gladly introduce the ass his new toy, he thought as he locked the hook on his arm, and made his way to the great hall. Finding the buffons at the tables wasn't hard, hence they were the louder group around. ''Welcome gentlemen! I heard one of you are going hte sign your death sentence... Well, I mean marriage papers tomorrow'', he smiled welcoming the group. ''Congratulations, Mike!'', he grinned, and a poor kid with a drunk girl on his lap laughed and interacted with Eric.

Eric presumed the boy was the Mike, ''Congrats, kid!'', he grinned, and walked over the boy to pat on his shoulder... ''My name is Eric Storm, and I wish you have a good time on your last night as a free man... The first house is on the house'', he nodded, and the other kids cheered after. Eric quietly walked away from the group and moved towards the bar. He ordered a glass of whsyky and smirked to himself... That speech was only Hook's words... Eric, on the other hand, couldn't wait for the moment to make Kida his wife.

Philip quickly turned his head to see the new comer to their group-noting the hook in place of one of the man's hands. He raised an eyebrow at it, and as he looked up at the man's face his expression was still quizzical-it was pretty odd to have a hook for a hand in this world. Philip had seen some odd things here, but nothing like a hook for a hand. Perhaps it was just over his hand-like part of a costume-but that would still be odd given how he was dressed in modern clothes.

Philip forced his laughter as the man-the owner of the club it appeared-made his jokes, and as he spoke to Mike, Philip looked over with a kind smile to his friend-giving him a couple gentle pats on the shoulder. Upon hearing this man's name though, he brought his hand down to his leg, and leaned onto it as he stared at the ground-his brow furrowed and his mouth in a grimace. Eric.....He knew that name.....

'It couldn't be......Could it?' Philip began to contemplate after it clicked where he had heard that name from. There could be hundreds of Eric's here. What were the odds this was the same Eric that Odette had told him about? But still....He turned his head to the side to look over at the man who now stood at the bar. Philip then sat up and quickly chugged the rest of his beer down, before excusing himself to Mike and getting up to head over to the bar.

Philip walked up to the bar near to where Eric stood, his eyes glued on the man-really wishing he had a clue what Odette's Eric looked like. He ordered himself a shot of tequila and a scotch-and after doing the shot, he made his way over to Eric-a cheerful grin plastered on his face. "Hey....Eric right? This is quite a place you got here," he greeted the club owner, leaning on his arms that he crossed on the bar, and taking a sip of his drink as he kept his eyes on the other man. He had to know if this was the same Eric. It may take some time, but he just needed to know. And if it was him.....Well Philip hadn't thought that far ahead.

Eric leaned on the bar, giving brief intrusctions to the bartenders, and watching as the club was filled with young people... He liked the party, and the fun about his club... But he liked the drinks more, he ordered to himself a new drink, and thought to himself that he needed to take Belle to his bar, so she could taste some of the fine drinks he had there.

He was taking his drink slowly, beign glad to just watch the people dance on the floor and then, one of the kids from Mike's group walked towards him. he gave him a polite smile, and nodded, ''Yep, name's Eric'', he twirled the glass on his good hand, ''The place is nice, right?'', he smirked and turned his gaze back to the young people, but he felt the boy's eyes upon him. He only hopes he wasn't another of those homossexual kid trying to hit on him, ''What I told to your friend Mike... That was just acting. As well this hook, and the leather clothes. All I want is to go back home and be with my beautiful wife.'', he smiled softly as he thought about Kida. Maybe, after she had the twins, he would take her to the club too, but close it, so only the two of them would be there, doing whatever they wanted.