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Post by Eric Zaphron on May 27, 2008 12:56:43 GMT -5
It wasn’t at all hard to see why the Balticroom was one of the hottest places in Seattle to be. You could hear the music half way down the block. Not to mention when they got some of the hottest DJ’s playing, how could you resist not to go?
During a small dinner with a couple of his friends, Eric had decided to head off to the club to see if he couldn’t find anyone he knew. It was a Friday night, and chances are that was where the rest of his friends were going to be. Not to mention the strobe lights, loud music, and plenty of fine look ass was just too good to pass up... and he wasn’t passing up the chance to get drunk, possibly get some drugs, and maybe a little sex afterward.
So, once he finally made it passed the bouncers outside, he went straight to the bar for a quick hypnotic shot before hitting the dance floor. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans with a white belt, white wife-beater (with two chicks making out on it), and white shoes. He had a jacket, but he jacket earlier, but had abandoned it in his friends car, who decided not to join him inside. Eric had called him a wuss before leaving him to go in. Standing next to the bar, his eyes fell to the DJ stage, noting that it was a local DJ, but that the man was pretty damn good on the decks.
When his shot finally arrived, he handed over his money before quickly downing the disgustingly sweet shot. He set the glass back on the counter and turned, deciding it was going to go mingle some before returning for another shot. Maybe he could find that one kid who always had the ecstasy on him.
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Post by siren on May 27, 2008 13:18:00 GMT -5
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Siren got off the dance floor, her body becoming moist with all the body heat being exchanged around her. Her brown boots' heels clicked with the beat of the blasting music. Yet it could be barely heard with the power of the surrounding bases. She sat on an empty red bar stool at the end of the bar. She ordered two shots of tequila with lemon. For such a petite little figure, she was quite the drinker. At this point, the music seemed to echo in her head; a little tipsy. Her manicured index finger played with the grooves of the bar, waiting for her drinks. The bartender put down the two shots on top of a napkin. Siren lifted up the first shot glass, her head flew back and her elbow shot up. Done. She did the second one as well, they were gone in a matter of 5 seconds or so. She sat at the bar for a few minutes, gazing at the dance floor. It was completely packed, bodies grinding on each other. Exactly the reason she needed a break, it felt like a million degrees though it was obviously not. She had an ecstasy tablet not too long away so dancing surely hit the spot. Her heart felt as if it was going to burst out of her chest the beats were at such a quick pace. She shook her arms a little bit, long sleeves shaking into their natural place. The sleeves made up for what didn't cover her legs. She leaned over the bar and ordered two jaeger bombs. All for her? Certainly not. She looked around the night club, strobe lights flashing various vibrant colors over her eyes, causing her pupils to dilate every time the brightness swept over them. There had to be somebody to share a drink with, a friend, somebody.
{{OOC; museless. tehehe}}
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Post by Eric Zaphron on May 27, 2008 13:58:57 GMT -5
After finding everyone he’d wanted to, he made his way back toward the bar for a bottle of water, a couple of ecstasy pills in hand. You really couldn’t have a fun night without the drug... well you could, but he had yet to find one where he had. Seemed like every time he went without the drug, he was turned down and just got overly drunk and puked. Puking wasn’t all that fun, not in the least.
So, he got himself so water and took one of the pilled, looking around. His eyes landed on one of the sexiest people he had the privlage of knowing. He’d been told she was there, but had yet to find her, but he just did, so everything was good now. He watched her down two shots of tequila, one of his least favourite drinks, before getting some more shots. Being the good friend he was, he decided not to let her drink alone, at least not when there were two shots on hand. Besides, it looked like she was trying to find someone.
Keeping out of her line of sight, just because he liked to tease, Eric traveled around, until he was behind her. He came up behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist, the other reaching for one of the shots on the counter. ”Drinking without me, babe?” he asked against her ear before nipping at it. Ah, it was their kind of relationship. Complete and totally teases to one another. Always giving just enough to make the other want more. Eric was sure they’d eventually end up in bed together, but it was really hard to say when... where or even how. They were pretty good at just teasing each other and flirting. ”Or were you waiting for someone else to show up to drink with?” He was still behind her, arm wrapped around her waist, holding up the shot so that she could take it.
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Post by siren on May 27, 2008 14:22:18 GMT -5
Night always
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Siren was now fidgeting with her neckline when she felt a warm arm wrap around her waste. She smiled, knowing just exactly who did it. She turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her other hand slid down his chest before removing it, tease. Siren couldn't deny that Eric was an extremely attractive person. Playful at that. They were constantly playing around, it drove Siren crazy sometimes but that's the fun of it. She always wanted more from him but hadn't got it yet. She smirked as she just made out his words over the music. "I'd never drink without my favorite guy with me.." She said grabbing the other jaeger bomb and holding it up to him, a cheers. With the clink of the glass she downing and placed the glass on the marble bar top with a thud. Her body felt this constant buzz, but that didn't stop her. She stood up and grabbed his arm to pull him closer flirtatiously. She gave him a welcoming grin, "How about another round and show me some of those hot dance moves?" She giggled a little and leaned against the bar stool. She pulled down her thin sweater-like dress and her knee bent out as a heel rested on the foot bar of the chair. She pushed her soft hair behind her ear as she waited for him to answer. Her pushed out her soft caramel leg to brush against his before pulling it away. Her brown eyes were like practically locked on his face. She couldn't help but look at his perfectly chiseled features and mysterious eyes.
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Post by Eric Zaphron on May 27, 2008 15:05:06 GMT -5
Eric downed the shot, a small shudder running through him, before setting the glass back on the counter. He moved with her willingly, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist. ”I don’t think there’s a dance move of mine you haven’t seen yet,” he told her with a smile. It was probably true, they went clubbing enough to see all of each others moves, but that still didn’t stop them from hitting the dance floor. ”And what do you want this round? I’m ready for some Jack.” He tilted his bottled of water against his lips and drank a bit. He twisted the cap back on before signaling the bar tender and asking for two shots of Jack Daniels.
His eyes wandered over Siren’s garb a small smirk spreading across his lips. ”You know, you could have just worn nothing, you’re pretty damned close,” he told her teasingly, his hand trailing downward from her waist. When the shots came around this time he picked them both up, holding one up for her to take while keeping the other to herself. Again, he clinked the two little glasses together before downing the shot quickly. It was the first shot of the night where he didn’t shudder afterward. If he were to be trapped drinking one kind of alcohol for the rest of his life, it would definantly be Jack. All he’d need was plenty of Jack and plenty of people to flirt with and his life would be complete. Not really, but you get the idea.
He could feel the warm whiskey travel all the way down his throat and hit his stomach, and almost instantly could feel the effects of the strong alcohol. The combination of the bass, alcohol, and ectstasy was a strong combination, one that hit you hard and fast, with a really crappy downfall later on. But the high you received before the downfall was the best time of your life. With enough alcohol in him to last a while, and a couple pills still left in his pocket, he took hold of Sirens hand to pull her out to the dance floor.
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Post by siren on May 27, 2008 15:35:44 GMT -5
Night always
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Siren got goosebumps all over her body with the warmth of his touch. She clinked the glasses together and the whiskey felt warmer than the whole club did as it quickly made its way down her throat. She listened to the remark her made to her. Not exactly a compliment but she toyed with him a bit. "Maybe I should have, you'll have to try harder to see a little more.." She grinned a little to the thought. She probably should have simmered down a little with the drinking a half hour ago, but an offered drink was something she couldn't resist. Partying was what she did, therefore she grew into becoming a heavy drinker. She could handle hard liquor. This doesn't mean she hadn't had her share of hurling her whole stomach out. She'd been glued to the toilet on a couple occasions. Definitely a feeling a person can't stand. But while you're downing shots you're not thinking of how sick you could get. You just want the feeling you've got to last a life time. The feelings she'd received from the alcohol and drugs were relaxing. And she was sure she wanted that to last. She was on her way to being hammered. But for being drunk she was still a lady. She let him take her by the hand and she stumbled a little first. Quick enough so no one had managed to see her slip up. When they got on the dance floor she wrapped her right arm around either side of his back, bringing him close to her breasts. Her leg wrapped around one of his and she went low, and came up slowly. She repeated it once more, but faster and harder. Grinding. A fashionable way to dance, eh? Her arm shifted around to his neck, and her fingers ran through his jet black hair. With her other hand she ran her fingers through hers. The body heat they were sharing turned her on, with the help of the ecstasy she had already taken. She rubbed against his body, bringing their groins close together. She looked up at him, giving him a welcoming, yet mysterious, playful smile.
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Post by Eric Zaphron on May 27, 2008 21:57:17 GMT -5
Even when you’re drunk, you don’t forget to appreciate the fact that an extremely hot woman was attracted to you and practically rubbing her body against yours. It just wasn’t possible. Plus, it was always an ego boost when she was doing in on the dance floor full of other people that they’d never see again or would probably even want to see again. Or at least that was how Eric looked at it. Besides, he loved dancing with Siren, she was an expert at what she did and as an expert would go, she did it the best.
He moved to the beat, his arms falling to rest around her waist keeping her close when she had finally came back up. He was suddenly extremely glad he had ditched his friends and came to the club. For many reasons even. Getting drunk, high, and having someone like Siren rubbing against him was worth ditching your friends, most definitely. It was a good thing he didn’t have any real morals, otherwise he wouldn’t be even the slightest bit turned on by her actions. But then again, no one with any real morals would even be in a club, or at last not like the Baltic Room. At that moment, as his hands fell from he waist and around her butt as he moved against him, he was extremely glad to be drunk, high, and moraless. Then again, he’d probably do all this with Siren even if he wasn’t any of them three things.
”How many pills have you had?” he asked against her ear. He still had a couple left, and he was willing to share one with her, but he didn’t want to overdose her either. Besides, there wasn’t any harm in getting her any more high or drunk then she already was, now that he was there, he wasn’t about to let her out of her sight, and chances were she was going to end up back at his place. Not necessarily sleeping together, just passed out from a hard night or partying like they had on several other occasions.
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Post by siren on May 28, 2008 14:07:17 GMT -5
Night always
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Siren continued to do her thing, grinding all over her buddy Eric. She felt his warm hands slowly retract from her waist down to her butt. She let out a short loud breath in relaxation and pleasure. She brought her mouth to his neck as they moved in sync on Baltic's crowded dance floor. Her lips gently pursed the bottom of his neck near the neckline. She let out a soothing breath against him, it was warm and moist. As he came close to her ear, she listened carefully to hear every word over her drunken behavior and sound of the bass, ”How many pills have you had?” She looked at him and gave a spiteful grin and leaned in to one of his ears. "Just one, it's definitely doing it's job with all the drinks I've had." She giggled a little and nibbled on his ear, pulling a little before releasing. A sexy, yet gentle gesture to the one she couldn't help but touch. It was going to be a wild night. Drugs and alcohol sum up for one fiesty Siren. After a moment of dancing front to front, she turned her back to him, her rear smothering his crotch with a shake. She dropped down and slid back up, shaking from each side of his legs. An odd form of bonding that Eric and Siren had, but it worked for their relationship. She trusted him, and wanted him. They were 'party people' and spent many nights, smashed, as others would say. It was kind of their lifestyle and Siren loved the fact that she got to do it with an attractive, social male. She grabbed one of his hands that rested on her hips and placed in on the top of her inner thigh, rubbing her smooth leg for him. She looked around, the strobes flashed over the other clusters of sensual dancing. Girl on girl, girl on boy, even boy on boy. So it wasn't much of a shock to see all the groping going on.
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