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Post by daelynn isis meyer on May 22, 2012 5:58:12 GMT -5
that one thing. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] she hadn't spent much time out on the town, especially at night, being underage here was sort of an issue. used to having a legal age of eighteen plus, america was certainly not working in her favor. when it came to buying champagne, she usually ended up sending her older brother or sister in on the task, and most of the time they would come back with more than she'd even asked for. she simply assumed it was because of the fame. tonight was different, she was going out to celebrate, fake ID in hand, she clutched her brand new purse and straightened the practically skin tight black number over her thighs. a pair of platform black pumps on her feet, and her red hair was tied back in a simple pony tail. she hadn't over done the makeup, a little more attention around the eyes, and a bright red lipstick that definitely suited her. she was pretty much ready for her first night on the town in crystal lake. the club scene here certainly wasn't one she was familiar with, but she was willing to give anything a shot once. the cab pulled up alongside the curb and let her out. making sure her dress was tugged over her thighs she stepped up onto the footpath, glancing at the short line of people waiting to get in. she clutched her ID in her hand, a few loose bangles clanging together as she shifted her purse from one hand to the other. the line up wasn't long, in fact she was inside within a few minutes, seriously impressed at the ID that had got her past the security who she was sure would have recognized, considering her identical twin sister was decently famous around here. she'd recently sold one of her paintings to a gallery, a piece that she'd been working on for quite some time. it was a relief to know she had the ability to actually sell something, considering how focused she was on a future as an artist. so tonight was the chance for her to celebrate and congratulate herself, that her hard efforts had paid off.
daelynn made her way towards the bar, weaving her way through the bustling crowd of bodies, either dancing or wandering around, talking over the music. the place was full of life, and the music was loud and pumping. thankfully, she found an opening at the bar, and leaned in against the slightly sticky bar top could i please get a red-bull and vodka? she asked as she caught the bartenders attention, a sweet smile spread over her lips and she offered him the cash as he went off to make her drink. tonight was going to be a good night, it had to be.
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Post by RAYMOND SAMUEL BERRY on May 27, 2012 18:11:50 GMT -5
  As a twenty-three year old acting professor, life was a constant tennis match between his youth and his job. Tonight, his youth won. Many nights had he wanted to go out and enjoy himself but he had classes to plan or assignments to grade or any number of paperwork to fill out. It was exhausting but he loved his job nonetheless. Anyway, Ray had been there since around 8:14pm, before any of the serious partygoers arrived and before the party even became worth going to. He'd been sitting at the bar, which at the time of his arrival wasn't as full. The seat next to him was vacant up until a red-haired woman took a seat and ordered a red bull and vodka. Ray was surprised he hadn't drank up all the vodka. His eyes were starting to appear dim and his mind felt like a tornado was ripping through it, indicating that he'd probably been at the bar a dozen drinks too long.
Normally he'd offer the girl a drink. There were two reasons he didn't. One, she'd just arrived which meant that she probably wasn't even drunk enough to humour him if he offered. And two, she didn't look like the type that accepted drinks from guys. Her hair was up in a simple ponytail, indicating that she was professional. And the black pumps looked too sophisticated for the average bar-goer. All in all, he didn't want to create awkwardness between them as it was very busy and she may actually have to stay seated if she had any hope of securing a place at the bar. He wasn't that clued up about fake IDs so he didn't question the fact that she looked young. She must've been 21 if she'd been let in, he presumed.
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Post by daelynn isis meyer on May 28, 2012 0:23:49 GMT -5
that one thing. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] Daelynn may not have given herself much of a chance to get out while she’d been here, but she wasn’t going to let herself hold back tonight. The club was certainly jumping, the music was loud and the people in the crowd were dancing as though their lives depended on it. The atmosphere in general was comfortable, different. A vibe that she wasn’t quite used to yet, but one she could certainly learn to love. The quiet red headed girl was out of her element in this place though, used to being tucked away inside with books, and wine at odd hours of the night, her sketchpad open on the floor, and pencils, and oil pastels scattered over tables, and near the fire place. There was no organisation in her house, it was a scattered mess of colour and artistic, much like the girl who had planted herself down beside ray that night. She didn’t know him, but that flash of colored hair had certainly caught her attention, the vibrancy stood out in a place like this, where everyone seemed to fit in the same frame. Regular, dull, and boring.
Her drink arrived, and she twirled the short straw in the glass a moment as she took a look around, craning her neck to see if she could recognise anyone. But alas, she was alone in a bar full of strangers. No one seemed to jump out at her, no one but the bright haired boy. Man, perhaps. your hair is an interesting color she blurted, without so much as thinking what she was going to say. Conversation didn’t come easy to her, especially when it involved talking to someone she didn’t know a thing about – let alone their name. if she’d had the confidence of her sister, or the witty nature of her older brother, she was sure she’d have no problem making small talk with a stranger. But she was shy, quiet and mostly plain.
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Post by RAYMOND SAMUEL BERRY on May 29, 2012 18:41:26 GMT -5
"Thanks. I really like your hair too" he said with a smile. He wondered, since she talked to him, whether she might be interested in a drink after all. But then she did have one. Though if she started to finish it, Ray would offer to top it up. "On a night out for the fun of it?" he asked, highly doubting that she had as much of a boring life as he did. She probably did this a lot. Or even every night. Not that he was drawing on her appearance in a judgmental manner. Merely observing that she was younger and therefore it was probably silly of him to wonder whether she was there for any particular reason.
The counter was very sticky, which meant that Ray was stood back on his stool without touching it. He wasn't crazily hygienic but he hated the penalty of coming home smelling of nightclub and feeling sticky like the counters.
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