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[Ella Jameson]

Uncomfortable? Hardly. Ella was never shy and rarely embarrased, and was quietly enjoying Kyle's touch. "Mmm, a Cali boy," her eyebrows lifted and fell suggestively, teasing again as she took another swallow of her beer. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, alternating which was crossed over which, keeping her eyes locked on his. She was genuinely surprised to hear him bring up "Ella Enchanted," and the look on her face probably showed her slight shock. She'd heard it a million times before and naturally grew tired of it, but hearing it come from a boy with tattoos and gauged ears was new. She was unable to suppress a girlish giggle, "yeah, like Ella Enchanted, except it's Ella Enchanting in my case," she grinned at him and quietly listened to his reasons for being in Seattle. She was attentive, but her eyes wandered away. Kyle attained her attention quickly with another 'aye girl' and her eyes met his again, pleased to find he was touching her leg once again. One eyebrow arched skeptically as he spoke of his Mark Twain quality brilliance. "Famous, aye boy? I'm all ears, baby."

Ella matched Alexz's smile with her own after the blonde had given an invitation for a quick smoke to Kyle and herself. She promptly hopped down from her bar stool and smoothed out her slightly wrinkled yellow dress with one hand as she snatched her black clutch purse off the bar with the other. "Sure," she answered both Alexz and Kyle with the same short word, but did not promptly follow them into the crowd. She turned back toward the bar and ordered a final shot, which she put away quickly and dove into the dancing mass in pursuit of Kyle and Alexz. As Kyle grabbed Alexz's hand, Ella grabbed the blonde's other, lacing fingers whether Alexz liked it or not; she figured Alexz wouldn't mind.

They had nearly made their way through the crowd when Ella released Alexz's hand and broke away from the nicotine train. A song she was familiar with and liked began to play, and Ella felt like dancing. Arms lifted over her head, she danced with the strangers around her for a few minutes before fighting her way out of the crowd again to find Alexz and Kyle, who she assumed were already outside. She bounced toward the exit, obviously almost drunk but surprisingly steady in her three inch heels. Dancing, even for such a short time, had her heart racing. She pushed open the door to the exit with her back, which left her hands free to dig in her clutch for a slightly crushed box of Camel lights and a lighter. She removed a cigarette from the box and held it between her lips, painted a soft red, as she searched for a lighter. Finding none, she sighed and removed the cigarette from her lips, eyes dancing between Alexz and Kyle. "Can I borrow a light?"

[kyle flores]

lifestyles of the rich;



& the famous.

still in his laid back posture, he leaned back and took another drag. he left his head back, smoke pouring out of his mouth and quickly reentering his mouth. he exhaled and smiled at the wobbly blonde against the wall. his eyes were finally starting to adjust from the flickering strobe from inside to the dimly lit street outside. she had her cigarette neatly placed between her fingers and she would take it to her mouth momentarity to inhale the poision. he took a long slow drag and approched her. he turned his head and blew the smoke into the damp air. "so whats all this touching about?" he playfully smiled at her and grabbed her waist, like she had done to him earlier. instead of only one area he swung his other hand and set it on the other side of her hip. he tilted his head and gave her a teasing grin. after a few moments passed he let go of her hips and brought his cigarette up to his mouth again. he took a step back and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

his eyes were locked on her, and his cheesy grin was still on his face. suddenly, the door swung open revealing emmas back. of course, his eyes immediatly dropped to one of her best assets. he listened to her heels click on the pavement as she approched him and alexz. she fumbled in her bag for a while and grabbed a cigarrete, then realized she had nothing to light it with. he smiled at she swayed side to side, obviously feeling the alchohol. he wished he could be drunk at that moment, all the long years of parties, kegs, beer pong, and beer bongs had made it extreamly difficult for him to get any where near drunk. she stuck the cigarette between her pouty red lips, "can I borrow a light?"

kyle slipped his hand into his pocket and flashed the black and red lighter. "ya babe, but it'll cost ya." he opened his arms wide, his jacket opening revealing the black bape shirt, black boxers, and a glimps of his 'v line'. "one hug per light." he gave her a playful smile and took a step towards her waiting for her decision.

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[alexz]

and under the lights;

you shine so b r i g h t..

Alexz flicked the cigarette quite naturally, and the lit ashes fell to the pavement. The orange gleam quickly died out seeing as the ground was moist from a previous rain. She raised the cigarette back to her mouth but didn't set her lips to it. Instead she answered to the attractive one before her, Kyle. "My night's pretty good so far, interesting people.." She gave a flirtatious grin and took another deep drag of the soothing nicotine. She was half way done, but wouldn't hesitate for another. After a few moments she felt Kyle coming closer. His manly warm hands fit perfectly on her nicely chiseled hips. She leaned forward and put two arms around his shoulder, holding the cigarette safely away from his head. Her face came close to his and she whispered in a seductive manner, "Maybe I like all the touching." With that she pulled her face a little further back from his, her warm breath distancing itself from his mouth. She pulled one arm off of him and pressed her lips against the white stick, the end lighting up as she inhaled. She let out a smoke cloud to the side of him, but her eyes were locked on his still. Alexz then leaned her body against the brick wall, legs stretching out towards him. She heard the heavy door fling open, and her friend Ella came out into the dim light. She smiled at her and held out her hand in case she needed assistance getting down the stairs in heels, Alexz knew exactly how that felt. As Ella asked for a lighter, she fingered through her own clutch, searching for the lighter she had just previously used difficulty. Kyle already had his ready so she button the clutch and listened to his end of the deal, "Ya babe, but it'll cost ya. One hug per light." She smirked a little and looked at Ella for a reaction before turning to Kyle once again. She was surprised to see his arms already welcoming her, and her wandering eyes got the best of her once again. They immediately dropped, scanning over his sexy bape shirt and finally, the v-line. Alexz was a sucker for nice v-lines. Her eyes widened and she looked to the side opposite of him, trying to control herself. She rolled her eyes in awe to the side and took a deep and long drag of her almost gone cigarette to calm herself.

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[Ella Jameson]

Ella graciously accepted Alexz's offered hand and easily made her way down the steps. It wasn't until after she had stepped off the steps and on to the more solid concrete ground that her steps wavered. She spat out a very unladylike curse ("Mother fucker!" to be exact) as her ankle rolled. She heaved an irritated sigh, and hand still grasping Alexz's for support, she bent down and removed her black peep-toed heels one by one. She released Alexz's hand and stood flatfooted: standing at her natural height of five feet and three inches, she was unimposing in the height department.

She was pleased that her request for a lighter had not been ignored. She gave a soft laugh at Kyle's hug-for-a-light policy, and immediately stepped forward into his open arms, not daring to stop her eyes from wandering to his exposed skin and the accompanying v-line. Her eyes drifted up to his again before she reached him; too short for her arms to go over his shoulders, she settled instead to slip them inside his open jacket and wrap them around his waist, pulling him close to her body and laying the side of her face against his torso.

A moment later, she loosened her hold and let one hand trace from his back to his side; her small hand easily slipped into his pocket and in one smooth motion she plucked the lighter from it and spun away from him, facing away but not compromising any space (or lack thereof) between them. She returned the cigarette to her full lips; with one hand she cupped the air around the end of the cigarette, and with the other she flicked the wheel of the lighter. A flame sparked immediately, and she sucked on the end cigarette to light it. She exhaled a stream of smoke from the side of her mouth and watched it curl and spread as it rose higher in the air. She turned back to Kyle and took a few steps backwards to allow space between them. "Thanks," she gave him a smile and offered his stolen lighter back with an outstretched hand. She took a second drag from the cigarette and let her eyes drift from Kyle to Alexz. "So what now? It's cold as fuck out here," the night may have been chilly at worst, but Ella was cold-natured and had the goose-bumps on her arms to prove so.