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Post by ANTHONY MICKAEL CORLEONE on May 29, 2012 3:21:02 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] L E A D S T O N O W H E R E | [atrb=width,240]The night was vivid. The atmosphere was extremely electrifying. Anyone who was anyone was in-attendance. Hell, even those who were seen as nobodies were crowded somewhere in the packed jam hosted by the fine managers of Warp Speed Nightclub; or well, technically by yours truly, Anthony Corleone, boy wonder extraordinaire. Somehow, someway, the Fresh Prince of Crystal Lake (as he liked to call himself), had managed to recruit approximately over one thousand students and locals combined from the said small city of Crystal Lake, and had convinced them all to gather around and party their night away at the before mentioned club. Tonight’s special event was dedicated to the official start of the Summer vacation too, thus it came to no surprise that the club was entirely sold out, and that every inch and step inside the room was occupied by a dancing or active figure.
Anthony could do no more than smile contently at the sight of a thousand dancing bodies, as he approached the handrails of the second floor, and looked down towards the first, enthralled by the chilling atmosphere. “Now this, this is how you throw a party! Am I right or am I right?” he shouted out loud to no one in particular, but the few dozen people who surrounded his V.I.P lounge. “Hey Jace, bring over, umm, let’s say, about eight bottles of Grey Goose for my table, and don’t worry, man. I’ll take it out under my paycheck. This one’s on the house.” He shouted yet again, speaking over the loud music, and ordering a few beverages for he and his entourage. This was how life was meant to be lived; concern free, with loud music playing over your ears, allowing you to actually enjoy every second of it, instead of dreading, and fretting over matters that made you depressed about being alive, and hate life as a whole.
“Jenny, watch this crowd for me, don’t let them get too wild. I’m gonna go check out how things are downstairs. Hey, don’t forget you owe me a dance, girl.” he said, winking charmingly at Jennifer Vasquez, a beautiful Hispanic student from his college, whom he had an ongoing, sort of sexual relationship with. With that, Anthony turned his attention back towards the crowd downstairs, surveying the area from a distance at first, trying to pick out any interesting data. And then suddenly, his eyes landed on this beautiful blonde sitting right by the bar with a few of her friends. For some damn reason, Anthony immediately caught an overwhelming sense of attraction towards her as he narrowed his eyes, deciphering her looks from a far. He couldn’t quite tell whether he recognized her or not, but something about her demeanor: the way she laughed, the way she poised herself, simply drew him towards her and eventually led him down the stairs from the second floor, and heaved him closer to her body. Just like that, the man found himself fashionably – with a proud air of confidence – approaching the trio of girls who were chatting among themselves, seemingly enjoying each other’s company.
“Ladies, if I may, can I buy you girls your next round?” He asked bluntly, interrupting their conversation. The boldness in his approach was outweighed by the smoothness in his mannerism. Smooth as silk, was how he processed, and it had rarely failed him. He knew how to approach the ladies, or so he was convinced that he knew. He understood them, at times, even far better than how they understood themselves. Hell, he probably even understood them far better than his own self; results of always being surrounded by them. And soon enough, the results would once again come his way, as his eyes stayed fixed towards that one particular girl that had caught his attention, anxiously waiting for her to turn her gaze towards him, and allow him to take an in-depth look at her beauty.
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Post by charlotte celeste prescott on May 31, 2012 3:36:48 GMT -5
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[/style] Another day was finished but that by no means meant that Charlotte was ready to crawl into bed and catch up on some much needed sleep. No, night times were for fun and after a week of slaving away at college, she was in desperate need of a wild night. Then again, when wasn't she? Always raised to be prim and proper, Lottie had definitely rebelled from her perfect princess like image. You could easily have put her up there with all of those other party hard socialites that the media was always hounding. Her last name opened door ways, as did her looks so it was impossible for the girl to resist temptation. She had a thirst for excitement and a need to be surrounded by thrills. Life was short, people were always telling her, so she may as well make use of the precious time she had. No time for sleep. No time for moping.
She was a regular to the club. While others had come out in droves to participate in the nights festivities, the line crawled around the block. Girls shivering in their skimpy dresses and guys tapping their feet impatiently. It kind of made Lottie feel bad for them. Ofcourse she'd never waited in a line her entire life. Thanks to Tony and that handy little Prescott at the end of her name, she was at the top of every VIP list in the state. Walking right by the waiting crowds with a few of her girlfriends from highschool, Lottie smiled cheerfully at the security guard and kissed him a quick hello on the cheek. No matter where she went she saw people she knew and no matter who they were they all got greeted with that same bubbly mood. What was there to be sad about anyway? Sure, her life had kind of spiraled out of control and she was totally out of her element but she still had her health and the people she loved.
Walking into Warped Speed, Lottie instantly felt the excitement pulse through her entire tanned body. Loud bass filled her ears, drowning out any words her friends may have been saying. Bright lights flashed, crowds of drunk people surrounded her and Lottie couldn't have been happier. All she needed in life was vodka and some good music to get down to. She was an easy girl to please. Taking the hand of one of her friends, she dragged her through the crowd, headed straight for the bar. Getting ridiculously drunk was her first priority. "Shots. Vodka. Thanks babe" she called out to the bartender who was more than eager to rush off at the slightest rise of her hand. It came in handy being a girl. As soon as her shots were delivered, Lottie took no time to slam two of them down with perfection and ease. Just like a pro.
The giggling of her friends only seemed to grow louder and she realized they hadn't even touched their drinks yet. What the hell? She certainly didn't want to get drunk by herself. Whipping her blonde head around she soon caught the culprit and the reason her friends had momentarily lost interest in her and her little drinking quest. A knowing smile crossed her face as eyes landed on Tony. Ofcourse she knew he'd be here but she'd planned on looking for him later on. Knowing him he'd be busy off getting drunk and getting girls and she didn't want to cramp his style. Rising from her seat, she leant across one of her friends and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug and planted a glossy kiss on is cheek. "Can you not try and pick up my friends?" she laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "Hey baby" she finally greeted him happily, smoothing down her dress. Looking around the packed club, she nodded in approval, "Amazing job once again" she complimented him, impressed with his efforts. Trust Tony to throw an amazing event. Pushing across a shot to him, she raised her own and tapped it against his. Now that the pair were once again united, everyone else had better watch out. She'd be dominating those podiums in no time. "To you and the start of summer" she called out like an excited teen, tilting her head back and swallowing the liquid in one quick gulp.
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