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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 9:11:33 GMT
Zeke grinned. It was 12:30 and the party was just starting. He lived for this time of day and these kinds of places. He had found a rather large table inviting everyone and anyone. Zeke was up at the bar getting a few drinks. Zane was at the table looking around. Medusa was a middle class club with dark rooms and bright dance floors but it was also good for friend meeting and such. It was a fairly good bar with a great sound system. Zeke brought a few drinks of many colors back to the table. "Here ya go..." He said placing them down picking out a beer to start taking a heavy gulp from it. He decided against smoking for now. He looked around waiting for a few more people to show up.
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Post by Zane Heian Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 9:14:51 GMT
Zane groaned. He hated this scene. It wasn't him, but Zeke had dragged him here for some backup just in case. He sat at the table waiting for Zeke to bring the drinks hoping he'd get something non-alcoholic for now. He knew that Zeke had invited many people. He sat there bored waiting until Zeke had set down the drinks. Of course, no water. Zane sighed picking out a beer about the weakest thing on the plate. He sipped it slowly watching the people. "Wonder when more people will show up." He said quietly. It was almost unheard due to the loud music. It was hard to see in this darkness. "Maybe you could go dance." He laughed.
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Post by Anna Maria Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 9:37:42 GMT
Maria glanced at the clock, smiling. The night had fallen, and it was perfect time to hit the town. Her hair was already brushed back from her face, attacked with a striaghtener and colored extentions. She wasn't to try a scene look for this night, see what guys she could pick up without being a third wheel. A glance in a mirror told her that no one would recognize her. She slipped out a pair of skully black flats, not a usual for her, but she'd be able to dance just the same. Her hunting ground was already chosen, a place called Medusa. Maria gave her hair an extra fluff before walking out the doors and to her chosen place, slipping in easily and heading striaght for the bar. Her twin, no doubt, would show up late.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 10, 2010 9:39:41 GMT
Kit was, unsurprisingly, unable to resist Crys's charms. More to the point, he was simply unable to resist most things when asked, desperate to escape the surge of guilt that would come if he didn't. He found himself literally being dragged half way across the town by the petite girl, and while he was amazed that she cold still walk while wearing such amazingly high heels while under the influence, he struggled and stumbled after her.
"Medusa," she said with a small hiccup.
Kit looked up at the familiar club. He had remembered that this had been the first club that he had ever been in once he'd reached 17, as was the law here. He had remembered attempting to get drunk and happy, but spending most of the night in the back alley pulling back girl's hair as they vomited. He hadn't been back since.
Now, over a year later, he found himself being grabbed by the hand once more, the rich girl flashing around money to get straight through the queue, as she jumped up the staircase, giggling and looking back at Kit. "Come on!" she said with another hiccup, and Kit had no choice but to follow.
He looked around the club, realising that it was everything he remembered; loud, messy and far less pleasing than he would have hoped. Luckily for him, however, he had already been to a couple of pubs with Crys's love of spending money, and he was under the influence enough to feel a little more confident.
"Oh shoot." she heard Crys say, looking at her mobile. She looked up at him. "I have to go, sweetie. But-don't you move." she said, taking out a wad of cash and suffing it into his smart jacket pocket, leaning forwards and kissing him on the cheek as she did so, laughing drunkenly. "Don't leave 'cause of little... old... me..." she said, scanning the bar. "Aha!" she said, lifting her arms as she spotted the two twin boys sitting at a table.
"Zekeeee, Zannnnne." she called out, her voice shrill as she walked over to them, hoping that Kit was following closely behind. "Babes, I have to dash, but speaking of dashing could you look after my gorgeous friend here?" she asked, giving a giant grin as she tugged on Kit's arm and pulled him forwards in front of her, as she called out "Toodles!", jogging as quickly as she could while in her stupidly high heels.
Kit looked at where Crys had gone and frowned, feeling helpless and alone as he gave a shy smile to the twin. "Uh... hi." he said nervously. "I'm Kit."
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 9:53:35 GMT
Zeke yawned feeling the buzz of the alcohol starting to kick in. But he winced at a shrill voice. Crys no doubt. Leaving off...? Zeke looked up too see the undeniably cute boy, he stood up "Hello there Kit..." He said with a grin. Zeke ruffled his hair a bit. "I'm Zeke that’s Zane...Zane?" Zane had gotten off somewhere. "Anyways why'd she drag you here? Want a drink? Dance? Hm?" He said with a small smile playing on his lips. It seems for once Crys had brought him something good.
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Post by Zane Heian Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 9:56:35 GMT
At the sound of Crys's voice Zane had split. Quickly finding his way to the bar ending up by a girl with large poofy hair scene style of course. Zane needed some water anyways. "Uhm water..." He said looking over at the girl. He pushed his bangs back. He felt the urge to say something, that’s what bars were about meeting people right? "Hey there." He said quietly turning to her.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 10, 2010 10:03:21 GMT
Kit nervously scratched the back of his head, looking around himself. "Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you, Zeke," he said with a shrug and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. He lowered his arms, holding up his hands as he showed that he didn't know, "She just sorta... went," he said, noting that it was very strange for Crys to do anything that she didn't want to. He assumed it must have been her parents, since they were the only ones to have that sort of power.
"A drink sounds fantastic." he said with a warm grin, shifting his weight uncomfortably and hoping that a little alcohol would make him feel more relaxed.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 10:09:17 GMT
That smile made him melt. It was unusual for him to seemingly fall so hard. But he made up the excuse that this was all looks so instead he decided to ignore it. "Well check out the buffet." He said gesturing to the strange multitude of alcoholic beverages. Zeke picked up a red one and sipped it; it was tart and strong as he made a small face. "Whoa..." He said laughing a bit. "So Kit...are you big on parties or...?"
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Post by Anna Maria Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 10:11:51 GMT
Maria turned, raising a heavy eyes that was covered in makeup. The scene style was starting to itch, plus she couldn't get decent cleavage showing with it. At least her legs looked fanatastic, if she could say so herself. "Hello." when she spoke all pretenses of being normal dropped, her southern drawl was far too noticable. Maria offered him a small smile, still nursing her bloody mary, a favorite of hers. With perfectly done black nails she pulled out her phone, texting her twin to arrive at the Medusa, in style.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 10, 2010 10:14:58 GMT
He laughed and looked down at the drinks, taking an interesting looking bright green drink and taking a cautious sip. It was extremely sour, so much that it made him pull a face and begin to laugh even more, but after taking another very cautious sip he decided he quite liked it. "I don't usually go to parties." he admitted with a small shrug, holding the glass in his hands. "I usually don't have many people who like to go to them, to be honest. I mean theirs Crys but..." he looked out to the distance, letting the look on his face tell him exactly what he thought about her.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 10:18:41 GMT
Zeke laughed a bit at his face. "Careful some of these drinks are pretty strange." He sipped the red tart one listening to him. "Well you found one who loves to party." Zeke grinned. He laughed at the mention of Crys. "Don't worry I know what you mean, just hope she makes it home in one piece tonight." He said with a sigh. "That girl...Anyways. I do love to party a lot and don't worry I don't get super drunk like some people we know."
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 10:20:38 GMT
Mathew was in the shower, trying to wash away aall the sweat when his twin texted him. He didn't need to read it to know what it said, nothing magical about their relationship. He just seemed to always know where she was, a sixth sense almost. Matt sighed, stepping out of the shower quickly, she doesn't like to be kept waiting. He slipped into a pair of jeans, only slightly worn at the knees which is as good as it would get, keeping his head firmly covered by the towel. Finishing touch? His signature open chest shirt, warm, comfortable, and perfect for everyday wear. As always he slipped into a pair of cowboy boots, leaving the hat on the side.
His footsteps were fast, knowing how much Shorty hated waiting. Being this late might get him killed, or injured in awful places. Water still clung to his skin as he passed the doorway, not even having to stop once. The darkness hit him, of course she would chose this club. He blinked furiously before heading to the bar, slidding into a seat beside the newly scene queen Shorty. He dared a glance at the boy talking to her, deeming him cute enough. But he kept his head low, not wanting to draw more attention to himself.
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Post by Zane Heian Vasser on Jan 10, 2010 10:24:24 GMT
Zane just nodded not knowing what else to say he felt pretty stupid now. He turned back to the bar wondering why it took so long to get some water. Another guy entered posssibly the one she had texted. Zane caught his glance feeling himself blush. He looked down noticing how undeniably hot this new man was. He looked up at him wondering if he should say something to him, maybe it would end up horribly. Zane coughed slightly.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 10, 2010 10:29:06 GMT
He smiled, finding himself a little embarrassed as he looked down at his glass and back up to the boy, suddenly glad that the lights were so dim and that he couldn't see him blush. Kit was the sort of boy that expected that he would be left to do everything, and so when the world gave him a little luck, like giving him a new friend who was everything he wanted, he didn't quite know how to react. "Thanks, that sounds really good," he said, taking another sip of the sour apple drink.
He looked around himself, as if there was some way of being able to see Crys while he was still in the club, and sighed, "I hadn't actually thought of that," he said, sounding a little troubled, before shaking his head. "Nah, she'll be fine. She's got her bodyguards." he said, though he didn't sound convinced. He believed that she would be alright, but he couldn't help but worry all the same.
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Post by Anna Maria Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 10:29:59 GMT
Maria smiled, kissing her twin lightly on the cheek. "Glad you made it, Cake." she smiled at the other guy, winking. "Mister, meet my adoring twin. Matt, I'm Maria by the way." she gigled, still laughing at her southern drawl compaired to the rest. Then she turned her eyes to Matt's outfits, giving him the thumbs up. The outfit was sure to get the guys drooling. She judged the new guys reaction carefully, in fact it already had.
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