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Post by kyle flores on May 29, 2008 1:01:31 GMT -5
lifestyles of the rich;& the famous the man walked the streets aimlessly. what the hell is there to do? seconds before giving up hope, he came across a black awning covering a large glass door. he could hear music, and the people outside smoking were welcoming to him. before approaching the building any closer, he grabbed his mr.cartoon SK3 out of his pocket. the screen swiveled up, and he began to quickly type on the qwerty keyboard. he closed the phone and wished his friends were closer than a text.
kyle opened the door to the baltic room. the air was thick and lights dim. his dark eyes scanned the room. wow, maybe washingtonians do know how to party in style. he wasn't entirely pleased by the electronic beats playing, but decided meeting new people was worth a few bad songs. the club wasn't packed, like the ones in cali. a few people sat at the bar, scattered groups of people were dancing on the floor, and others gossiped on the couches.
wow, i probably look like an idiot. i'm not planning to meet anyone and i came alone. seriously, who comes to a club alone? even with the negative thoughts he had, he walked confidently to the colorful bar. ”aye man, can i get a gin and juice?” the bartender quickly poured his drink and took the money from the table.
Kyle sipped the drink and waited for something or someone to change his negative thoughts about washington…
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Post by Ella Jameson on May 29, 2008 15:09:53 GMT -5
Ella strolled along Seattle's sidewalks, headed to one of Seattle's hipper clubs. She had plans to meet Alexz here, and though they hadn't made plans on exactly which club to meet at, Ella assumed it would be the Baltic Room. She was more excited about her plans with Alexz than her face would show; after making the move to Washington from North Carolina, Ella was stuck with a strong homesickness that left her longing for her home in Raleigh. Raleigh was hardly on her mind now, however, as she neared the Baltic Room and began to hear the muffled sounds of a fast paced song.
She was dressed in a low cut yellow strappy dress that ended mid-thigh; it was simple, but subtly sexy, and impressed the bouncers enough to get her quickly welcomed into the pulsating atmosphere of the Baltic Room after a quick flash of her ID. She'd gotten the dress at Anthropologie a few months ago and it had quickly become one of her favorites. Black peep-toed heels adorned her feet; Ella adored heels. Being a modest five foot three inches, she was short, and any help she could get in the height department was welcome and appreciated. Heels elongated legs, and they did nothing but good for an ass, too. Ella had even put effort into her hair tonight; it hung down on her shoulders in large soft ringlets. She cleaned up quite nicely; the problem was she often didn't give two fucks about what she looked like. More often than not, she woke up with a hang over and in extreme need of caffeine, and whatever she slept in looked just fine, to Ella anyway, to walk down to Starbucks and grab a mocha espresso. Tonight, though, she put effort into her appearance, and she looked damned good, if she did say so herself.
The techno the DJ was playing wasn’t the genre Ella liked, reggae or something like Ben Harper or Kings of Leon was more her thing, but it was something she could dance to; she probably would be dancing whenever the alcohol she was about to ingest kicked in. Ella began to approach the bar, first maneuvering her way through a tightly knit crowd of dancers. It didn’t take long to cross the dance floor and reach the bar; it was still a little early for the Baltic Room to be full, but soon more people would fill the building, that was a definite. She bounced up to the bar and took a spot next to a boy with gauged ears and tattoos. She grinned childishly at the bartender as she ordered, “Can I have a shot of Stolichnaya and a Corona, please?” Ella was set out to get drunk tonight, by god, and was skipping her usual screwdriver and going straight to shots; the bartender smiled back at her and fixed her order quickly. She downed the shot quickly, giving only a slight grimace at the taste, and turned to face the rest of the club, hoping to spot a familiar face as she sipped her beer.
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Post by kyle flores on May 29, 2008 18:35:39 GMT -5
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kyle sipped the last of his gin and juice, licked his lips, then pushed the glass towards the edge of the bar. he was disapointed with the drink. he wanted more gin than juice. the bartender, begining to get overwhelmed, darted towards the empty glass. "want another?" kyle shook his head, "naw man, how about trip shots of grey goose and a chaser." he decided his personality wasn't exciting enough to meet cool people, he needed a crutch from some alcohol. the clear poision quickly filled the three mini glasses. he brought the glass to his face, he inhale deeply. "god this smells like shit." he was totally oblivious to anyone around him.
one, two, three down. he closed his eyes and put his head as far back as it could stretch. his stomach fought it back, but a couple chugs of the coke that the bartender provided began calming his churning belly. his eyes grew blurry as he grabbed the SK3 out of his pocket again. quickly tapping the qwerty keyboard, he informed his friends back in OC that they might recieve drunk dials later in the night.
kyle inhaled deeply and looked next to him. "shit." he was startled that someone had sat next to him without him realizing it. he studied the thin structure next to him. his eyes jumped up and down over the beautiful body. her yellow dress screamed 'look at me' but her fair skin and soft face informed him that she wasn't just another bitch in the club. he had known way too many girls like that, the oc was full of them. he watched her as she threw her head back, consuming the alcohol that had been brought to her. a grin came upon his face as she made the party girl face, the kind of face you make when you eat a sour grape. she was beautiful. her dark hair cascaded down her back and her petite structure seemed to float inside the bight yellow dress. he couldn't help himself, he leaned back and dropped his eyes. "damn" he leaned forward again and spun on his chair towards her. "aye girl, you from around here?"
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Post by Ella Jameson on May 29, 2008 22:33:29 GMT -5
The beer held in Ella's hand was a welcome change from the bitter vodka she'd swallowed moments ago. The tropical flavor supplied by the lime juice was a welcome distraction from the antithesis of a tropical paradise that was ever-rainy Seattle. Though Seattle was no Aruba, it suited her. Even with her homesickness, Ella was surprised to find she had fallen in love with the Emerald City. One of Ella's favorite places to be was relaxing in bed after waking up to a gray morning and the accompanying rain, and being in Seattle, the opportunity to do so occurred frequently. Seattle got another point for churning out Jimi Hendrix and Nirvana, and several other artists who got two thumbs up from Ella. Seattle, Ella discovered, was way underrated.
Her blue eyes continued to scan the bar, searching for Alexz. No sign of the blonde yet. She slowly spun her bar stool around to again face the bar and ordered two more shots of vodka while the bartender was close by. The first shot was gone moments after the bartender politely poured it for her; she took a large swallow of her beer to wash the taste from her mouth. Ella was once told that vodka, similarly to beer, was an acquired taste that she would grow to love; that certainly hadn’t happened yet as was evident by the grimace her face once again produced after putting away the first shot, and Ella doubted that it ever would. As she downed her second shot, she faintly registered someone ordering their own drinks and cursing a moment afterwards, but she paid him no mind. Ella had no way of knowing the boy’s thoughts, but how correct he was: Ella was no regular bitch at the club. She hardly enjoyed the dry-humping that was called dancing, and she wasn’t some slut here to get fucked. Clubs supplied two things Ella loved: large crowds and booze, but mainly booze.
"Aye girl, you from around here?” caught her attention; Ella glanced over to the boy she'd plopped down beside to confirm he was indeed speaking to her. She gave him a quick glance over; he appeared to be a “bad boy” type, the type girls who needed to spice up their boring lives went ga-ga over. He wasn’t exactly the type she typically went for, but Ella had an open mind and, as the saying goes, variety is the spice of life. She slowly spun around on her bar stool to face the bar and rested her elbows on the counter, chin resting on one of her palms. She then smiled playfully at him and took another swallow from her nearly finished beer. "Aye boy," she replied, teasing him a bit, "not originally." Ella fell quiet, as if her interest had been lost and their conversation, albeit short, was finished. Her eyes drifted away from him and wandered to the bartender, who by now had wandered to the other end of the bar to fill requests ordered by other bar patrons. After a few minutes of silence, Ella’s blue eyes finally drifted back; peeking up at the boy she sat next to, she spoke again. “What about you?”
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Post by kyle flores on May 30, 2008 4:03:42 GMT -5
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he quickly put up a hand and shoved the shot glass towards the bartender. "fill 'er up, bud." he needed more alcohol. this girl was different. he didn't feel like he could throw another one of his lines at her. he fiddled with the pocket of his jeans while the bartender poured the drink. kyle quickly grabbed the drink and threw his head back. a small shudder erupted inherently from his body. he was starting to feel it. his cheeks felt hot, thats when he knew the poison was doing it's job. he remembered his old friends advice,"liquor before beer, your in the clear. beer before liquor, you've never been sicker." he decided he was done with the vodka and ordered a bottle of coors light. he slowly sipped it and looked over to the girl he had just addressed.
his eyes were glued to her as she took shot after shot. a smile grew upon his face, now this is my kind of girl. she sure knew how to drink. most girls he had seen here were sipping caffeine educed, sugar filled tilts or rockstar21's. the thought of those things made his stomach, which was already unsettled from the shots, queasy. he hated those girls: sleazy, lightweight, plain dumbasses. those were the ones, acting blasted, grinding up and down the few plastered guys on the dance floor. he wasn't kidding himself, he'd been the receiver of those 'lap dances' plenty of times, but it just got old fast. this girl was different, she caught his eye. not in a bad way, her boobs weren’t practically out her shirt and her face wasn't painted like a raccoon. he liked that about her. she didn't look like she had to spend the entire day getting ready for the club. in many cases some girls did, and they didn't look nearly half as good as her.
"Aye boy, not originally" surprised him, she was gorgeous and witty. he sensed the sarcasm and was almost left speechless. he usually got an answer with a clueless giggle. he began to grow warm, more and more people poured into the doors, and the music grew louder. he shed his thick black jacket revealing a black bape shirt and laid it over the back of the barstool. his short sleeves did not even begin to cover the hundreds of tattoos on both arms. most of the permanent art was religious or remembrances, but all of his tattoos were black and white, color just seemed too ‘trailer park-ish’ to him.
still facing the girl, he realized she wasn’t even looking at him. her eyes were glued to the bartender, and he was sitting there like an idiot. suddenly, her deep blue eyes met his again. he cleared his throat, but nothing was saving him from the awkwardness. he decided to try having a normal conversation. he was so used to communicating with girls like they were monkeys. he realized he really needed to get a life out of the club. ”nice, where are you from then, girl?” a smile stretched across his face. he was teasing her back.
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Post by alexz on May 30, 2008 17:03:52 GMT -5
and under the lights;
you shine so b r i g h t..Alexz carried her petite structured body through the entrance, thaaaankk you fake ID. The colored lights flashed over her face, a grin; she had beaten the law. The music was so loud she could barely here herself think. But heck, thinking wasn't really necessary for Alexz to party. She just wanted to have fun, one of the reasons she decided to come tonight. The other being the fact she needed to reach out and meet people, especially some attractive guys. The various bright colors changed the hue of her white dress as she made her way to the bar. As of this point, there wasn't many people she knew at the Baltic. She placed with the necklace around her neck to fix the clasp that was currently next to the pendant. She pulled the clasp to the back of her neck and continued to walk across the club to the bar for a few drinks. Most of the seats had been full, except a seat next to a male who had just ordered a coors light. She was satisfied, considering from what she could see he was pretty good looking. By judging him on looks alone, he was definitely her type. One of her two favorite kinds of beer, the other, surprisingly was bud ice. Such a flashy lady Alexz was, wasn't she? Alexz had had her fake ID since she was 18, a gift from a friend. She looked a lot older than she really was, so luckily getting in wasn't a problem. As she came closer she realized the girl sitting on the other side was her friend, Ella. She tapped her shoulder and sat on the other side of the male and leaned over the bar to talk to Ella. She grinned, surprised; yet happy to see a familiar face. "Figures I'd see my main girl at the bar." Alexz giggled a little bit and turned to the man next to her. She was practically leaning in front of the guy, which probably made him uncomfortable. She pulled up her dress over her chest a little more and set her butt back on the stool. She looked at the stranger next to him, eyeing him up and down a little before he could catch her. She grinned a little at his attractiveness just as the bartender arrived to take her drink order. "I'll just take two jaeger bombs to start." She waited for her drinks to come and downed the first one and shivered a little. The taste was refreshing after a warm day. She turned back to Ella and the guy. She held out her hand to him, "Alexz." She hooked the heels of her shoeson the foot bars at the bottom of the stool. [/size]
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Post by kyle flores on May 30, 2008 17:59:00 GMT -5
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kyle sat in the barstool, still facing the girl. he stood up briefly and adjusted his pants. he awaited another 'sarcastic' remark but before the girl could speak she was greeted by, what seemed like, a close friend. the small blonde figure playfully tapped the brunette and took her place on the left side of him. his eyes followed her the entire way. she was wearing a petite white dress, which floated around her fair skinned body. he scanned her, up and down, just like any other girl in the bar. her hair was short, not exactly his favorite, but her gorgeous face and stunning body made up for it. she took her place on the barstool, much too tall for her, and ordered two drinks. his eyes were glued to her as her dress floated and landed gently on her curves. he didn't care if he caught her staring. again, he nervously stood up and adjusted his pants. sitting on a studded belt was the worst. god must fucking love me tonight. he thought to himself. two gorgeous girls to talk to tonight? he quickly looked up after the adjustment and met eyes with the girl to his left. she was leaned over the bar glancing at him and her partner on the other side. she shoved out her hand and announced, "alexz"
he laughed at the thought of shaking someones hand. he couldn't remember the last time he had done a 'formal handshake.' he stuck out his hand and gently grabbed hers. her hand looked like a childs next to his. he soft skin was refreshing against his hand. "well hey there alexz, i'm kyle flores. your lookin' damn fine tonight."
he swiveled the chair to face her and dropped his eyes. a smirk appeared upon his face as if saying, 'ya i'm lookin' at you, what of it?' she had a different presence about her than the girl on the right. she was the wild one. both girls were entirely different, and he was overwhelmed with both beauties next to him.
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Post by alexz on May 30, 2008 18:25:20 GMT -5
and under the lights;
you shine so b r i g h t.. Alexz carefully studied the guy, he had a fashionable sense of clothing to go along with his "hot" attributes. Her petite hands were captured by the shake of his manly hands, soft. She picked up her other drink and quickly emptied the shiny glass, putting it back on to the marble-topped bar with a thud. The night had only begun and she'd already met up with a friend, and met a gorgeous guy she now knew as Kyle. She couldn't help but giggle a little bit at hearing what he had said, "Well hey there Alexz, i'm Kyle Flores. your lookin' damn fine tonight." She scanned him up once again, not being able to control her wandering eyes. He was a flirt, she was a flirt. This would be interesting. Alexz would never deny that tons of people labeled her as a flirt as one of many things. She crossed her smooth legs, sure to make sure he wouldn't get a free show. She knew he was feasting on her looks. That was okay though, because she definitely was too. She looked up at him and just had to say something back to him. "You're looking pretty hot yourself." She bit her lip and grinned in a playful manner. She spun her chair as well, turning her full attention to him. She set her elbow on the bar, leaning on it almost. She put her hand on his shoulder, "Love the shirt by the way.." She removed her hand and the bartender once again took an order. This time, like Kyle, she ordered a Coors. She wasn't done with the liquor just yet but right now she was socializing rather than just getting drunk. 'Course she wouldn't hesitate to kill a few more shots, or have a cigarette. Alexz was a really easy going girl, on the wild side. She was really up for anything and everything. Didn't take much to please her. She looked at the dance floor, packed with tons of grinding action. It was something to look at, and surely keep her busy with all the people watching that could be done. Something she found herself doing constantly.
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Post by Ella Jameson on May 31, 2008 11:32:26 GMT -5
Her eyes momentarily flickered from the boy she sat beside to the bartender, who was making his way back down to their end of the bar. He would stop ever so often to fill the drinks of other patrons, but slowly, he was coming. Her eyes returned to the boy, who by now was removing his jacket. Ella's eyes locked on his arms, hardly noticing the tattoos covering them, but noticing the size instead. If it was one thing Ella completely fell for, it was muscular arms. It was a silly turn-on, even Ella could admit that. Maybe it was the alcohol she was beginning to feel, but she was suddenly more interested than she was moments ago. One leg crossed over the other and her foot hung in the air inches from his leg. Her back straightened a bit and she leaned in slightly closer to him. Look hard enough, and her body posture was screaming interested. Ella was no slut, make no mistake, but alcohol had a way of making on bulldoze over their inhibitions and say “fuck you, common sense.” She hardly noticed it, but the shots were beginning to set in. Her head was becoming fuzzy and more light, and she was in an extremely good mood. The bartender had finally neared her, and she took this opportunity to order two more shots and a beer. Ella was no lightweight; she could drink with the big boys, and could even drink some of them under the table. She freely drank liquor and beer together and rarely got sick, she defying the rhyme that most drinkers knew by heart (and unbeknownst to her, Kyle had recited in his head moments ago). She quickly swallowed the shots one after another, not bothering to chase it down with beer as she had done previously, and met the boy’s eyes again.
"Raleigh, North Carolina," Ella answered the boy's, who she has yet to place a name to, question, though now Alexz was bopping her way up to the bar and settling on the other side of the boy, and because he was watching her so intently, Ella doubted her payed her any mind now. “Goddamn blondes,” Ella thought and smiled to herself. “Hey doll,” Ella greeted Alexz with a genuine smile and a wave consisting of four wiggling fingers. Ella sipped her beer quietly and considered ordering a few more shots and how good or bad of an idea that would be. She couldn’t exactly remember how many she’d already had, but could make an ballpark estimate. She listened to Alexz and Kyle flirt and rolled her eyes, a bit disappointed at having been shoved to the side, but that was probably just the vodka talking. She turned her chair around again to face the rest of the bar, eyes lazily watching the people on the dance floor.
[aah, looking back at Kyle's bio, I noticed that he and I have the same birthday! ^^ sorreh for not posting yesterday, I had to work]
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Post by kyle flores on May 31, 2008 23:55:18 GMT -5
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kyle watched the petite blonde as she fidgeted in her seat. She playfully bit her lip at him, something he had seen plenty of times. he laughed to himself because he knew how all those nights ended. while he was lost in a train of thought, he felt a small hand caress his shoulder. he raised his eyes and met his with the girl. it seemed like hours as he looked into her eyes but the stare was interrupted when she suddenly spoke, "Love the shirt by the way.." he looked down, he had totally forgotten what shirt he had put on. he looked down at the black bape shirt and smiled at her, "thanks babe, i like your chest." he let out an abrupt laugh and he watched as she matched his drink and began sipping it. while she tilted her head back to sip the beer, he remembered the gorgeous girl that had taken his breath away from the beginning.
he looked to his right and saw the brunette ordering more shots. he could tell she was getting a bit tipsy. she swayed on top of the barstool as she sipped the beginning of a new beer. he spun his seat so he was entirely facing her, she had his attention. he was still feeling the shots and dropped his eyes to her legs. her gorgeous complexion matched the yellow dress beautifully, andhe loved girls in heels. he was practically drooling before he heard, "raleigh, north carolina" he raised his eyes and met hers. "i got myself a country girl, eh? he smiled at the thought of her in overalls, mucking out a stall. he had never been to north carolina and probably never will.
the bartender, exhausted already, poured two more drinks for her. she threw back as quickly as they came. kyle, urning to just touch her, grabbed her knee and spun her body towards his. he gave her a little grin, aye girl, you better slow down. i don't feel like trying to talk to you when your passed out, that's no fun. by the way, i'm kyle." his hand was still on her knee as he slid it up a few inches and playfully squeezed her thigh. the whole motion flexed his arm, he didn't work out religiously only when he was angry, but it definitely showed. he looked up at her, "so what brought you to this shitty place?"..
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Post by Ella Jameson on Jun 2, 2008 8:00:11 GMT -5
Her foot tapped rhythmically in empty air as she took a few more swallows of her beer. She had a sudden craving for a cigarette; having a smoke occupied her thoughts for a moment and she was very much staring into space when Kyle spoke and caught her attention; she glanced at him, but soon returned her gaze to watch the rest of the bar again. I got myself a country girl, eh? She laughed lightly at this; being born and raised in Raleigh, Ella'd never been on a farm in her life. "Yep, a bona fide country girl." She turned her face again, meeting his gaze and holding it now. "What do I have?"
The sudden spin threw her off balance, and she immediately snatched on to his wrist to steady herself. She loosened her grip, but did not remove her hands from his arms. Her eyes traveled up his flexed arm and paused there, obviously pleased with what she saw, before continuing up to meet his gaze. "Don't worry, boy, I can take care of myself. Plus, I make for damned interesting conversation when I'm passed out," she smiled playfully at Kyle. Ella knew her limits; she'd discovered them the hard way. "The hard way" consisted of mornings where she wished she could remember what happened the night before. Those kinds of nights were hardly enjoyable, and Ella learned to avoid them. "I'll Ella." She smiled again and withdrew her hands from his arms. "A change in scenery, I guess," she shrugged before continuing, "What about you?"
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Post by alexz on Jun 2, 2008 14:00:11 GMT -5
and under the lights;
you shine so b r i g h t..Alexz leaned over the bar and ordered a few more shots. Something to keep her busy while the two she was next to conversed flirtatiously. For a girl of her size, her body could take huge amounts of alcohol; but as she should, she knew her limits. By this time, she was buzzed. She felt tingling but wasn't drunk yet. A few cigarettes could boost the feeling though, cigarettes were something she yearned for frequently when she drank. It relaxed her anxiousness when she partied. Alexz rubbed her thighs in an outward motion, flattening out the wrinkles in the dress from moving around. Before she knew it, within a few moments her shots arrived, three to be exact. She elbowed up the first two but did not chase it with the beer. The alcohol was soothing, and warm as it made its way down her throat and into her stomach. She picked up the second shot and glanced over at Kyle and Ella, Ella with her hands on Kyle's arm. She immediately downed the shot. She spun her chair around to people watch once more. The next song came on, without a pause in between. Good dj skills. The crowd on the dance floor went wild, screaming and jumping up and down. Favorite song possibly? Now, Alexz was feeling the tequila a bit more. The song seemed to echo inside her head, as if there wasn't even a brain in there. The sound just bounced from side to side in her with the bass' vibrations. Her heart pounded with the bass as well. She leaned back on the stool, back pressing against the bar, arched a little. She switched the legs that were crossed over the other to make herself a little more comfortable. She fingered her way through the front of her hair, removing it from her eyes. They were an odd, blueish green color. She got that from her mom's side of the family. Her grandmother had the strange color as well. One of her better features. She couldn't contain herself anymore, she had to rid the nic-fit she was having from drinking. She got up and readjusted her breasts so they weren't screaming out to the world, look at me! She stepped to the side and next to Ella and Kyle who were still sitting at the time. She had already taken out her cigarettes and a lighter from her small bag and held it in the air, "Anybody wanna join me?" She looked at Ella and smiled, already knowing she was a smoker as well. Then she looked at Kyle, with more of a grin, hoping either of them would come with her outside. She put hand casually on her hip, keeping a good balance to avoid a wobble if it would come. [/size]
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Post by kyle flores on Jun 4, 2008 3:09:19 GMT -5
lifestyles of the rich; & the famous. kyle smiled as she grabbed his arm to regain balance. her hands were gentle on his skin; he enjoyed it. "Yep, a bona fide country girl." he laughed at her attempt at a 'ghetto' girl. with his hand still on her theigh, he felt the soft dress slide over the tips of his fingers. he decided to remove his hand incase it was making her uncomfortable. "what do i have?" his gaze changed from her lower body back up to her face, "eh, you got yourself and OG Orange County boy, born and raised." he missed cali, the weather and even some of the people in seattle were pretty damn depressing. he couldn't kid himself though, two fine girls the first night he went to the club? can't be that bad, he thought.
he was already smiling as she spoke to him, "Don't worry, boy, I can take care of myself. Plus, I make for damned interesting conversation when I'm passed out." he laughed abruptly, damn, this girl has wits, beauty, and jokes he thought to himself. she teased him with a smile. he thought about the times he had passed out, wishing he knew the girls name laying naked beside him. he learned it wasn't fun in the end, he had matured since then. "i'm ella" kyle smiled, he finally knew the mystery girls name. "beautiful name, ella. like, ella enchanted?" he playfully smiled, embarrased he would even know the name. he remembered a little girl on the plane to washington reading it. he was picturing the little girls pink dress and teddybear strapped into the seat beside her when ella spoke, "A change in scenery, I guess, what about you?" kyle laughed, this was the last place he would think would 'scenic'. "eh, the colleges have a better automotive program up here, i didn't really have a choice." he noticed her eyes flicker to to rest of the bar. "aye girl, you better pay attention to me. i can say some brilliant mark twain shit. you don't want to miss it." he laughed hard and grabbed her knee again. "i'll be famous one day, girl, and i want you to be able to quote my brilliance."
just as he began to calm from his laugh, the blonde approched them. he could tell she was feeling the alcohol, her eyes were beggining to get glossy and her posture wasn't as good as when she walked in. she fumbled in her bag and pulled out a small white stick and a lighter, "Anybody wanna join me?" she asked. he smiled, "of course babe." he anxiously looked at ella, "care to join?" he wasn't sure if she smoked, but then again, what girl in the club didn't? he quickly stood up, he wasn't feeling the vodka just yet. he grabbed his black jacket off the bar and put it on. grabbing a white and red pack out of his pocket, he took out a single white stick and wedged it between the top of his ear and his hat. he looked at both girls and smiled then shoved his way through the crowd of strangers leading to the enterance.
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Post by alexz on Jun 4, 2008 13:57:03 GMT -5
and under the lights;
you shine so b r i g h t..
Alexz fumbled with the cigarette between her thumb and forefinger before either had decided to get up. She waited for Kyle and pushed her way through the crowd. He was ahead of her, so she figured this would be an entrance to play around. She grabbed the side of his waist before catching up to either side of him entirely. She gave him a grin, welcoming him to her. She pulled up her neckline once again, the dress somewhat revealing what she bared underneath. It was tough to get through such a tightly packed gathering but she managed with her hands gripping at a man beside her. Alexz could tell clearly he wasn't the least bit feeling the drinks he had taken. Alexz on the other hand, had a buzz; she was fine. The buzz wasn't much to her, though she had downed a mass amount of alcohol in a short period. She was just getting started in the night. Ella was feeling it a little more as well, that was apparent. When they finally reached the black metal door patched with DJ stickers she pushed it open hard, sending the door bouncing off the outside wall. She stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, her knee slightly bent outward. The street lights weren't very heavy, the silhouettes of people could be easily pointed out, but the real images were dark. She placed the cigarette between her lightly glossed, soft pink lips. She had a classy way of smoking the cigarette. She held the lighter up to the end and flicked it a few times, no luck. She took a deep breath in impatience and tried once more, success. The flame wasn't turned up all the way, just a bit higher. She sucked in quickly to ignite the cigarette before letting the smoke out of her mouth. The first puff was generally just paper. The inhaled once again, the smoke crawling down her throat and into her lungs. The smoke rested within her body for a few seconds before she exhaled. The cloud gently floated towards Kyle and she smiled. She crossed one arm beneath her chest and the other arm was propped up in doing so, the cigarette delicately sitting between her middle and index fingers.
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Post by kyle flores on Jun 4, 2008 15:08:41 GMT -5
lifestyles of the rich; & the famous. kyle was still flickering his vision to each girl before he stood and walked through the crowd. after alexz mentioned nicotine, he was going outside weather anyone else was or not. he shoved his way through the thick crowed of drunk 'bump and grinders' and made his way to the door. kyle did not take kindly to obnoxious loud drunks. a few guys had found that out the hard way, but kyle had found out the hard way too. police don't like when some young drunk punk was beating a another man to the cement. a few lonely nights in jail made him realize he needed to control his anger, but he has always struggled with it.
half way through the crowd of people, he felt a small hand grasp his side. he was quite ticklish on this spot, the grab made his abs flex hard invertantly and his hand shot back to the source of discomfort. he figured it was alexz or emma and continued to pull the small wrist through the crowed. he finally reached the back door when alexz shot out behind him and threw the door open. the door loudly bounced off the wall but no one was phased because of the pounding music in the background. he followed the petite figure as she rushed out the door, her white dress danced in the wind. she shoved her body against the wall and fumbled with the cigarette and lighter before finally lighting up.
kyle reached behind his ear and slid the marb red out. he slipped his hand into his pocket, leaning down to the bottom, because his pants sat in the middle of his butt, not on his waist. he quickly pulled out a black and red lighter and flicked it. sparks flew, but no flame. he attempted again and finally lit up the end of the cigarette. he took a deep inhale, his cheeks caved in in the process. his face showed the slight burn as the thick smoke settled down in his lungs. he exhaled out of his nose, shooting out two large streams of smoke. he smiled at the small girl leaned up against the wall, "so, alexz" he looked her up and down. his posture was laid back; his feet far apart and one hand jammed deep in his pocket. "hows your evening going so far?"
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