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Post by toocool on Jan 16, 2010 18:27:20 GMT -5
As usual, Alana was looking devastatingly beautiful as she confidently strode into the club, crack of stilettos muffled by the loud music. Pausing for a moment, she raised an eyebrow in interest and amusement at the spectacle before her: chains of fake-tanned queens ran giggling in a sort of circuit between the dancefloor and the bar desperately clutching their alcopops, while angry-looking dykes huddled at tables over their pints of beer. Perfect.
Glancing into one of the many long mirrors that covered the walls, she vainly appraised her own appearance. Standing straight, she ran her fingers through her tousled, blonde hair which hung past her shoulders in loose curls. Shamelessly readjusting her breasts for maximum effect, she finally winked at her reflection and headed over to the crowded bar, which surprisingly seemed to open up and let her in.
"Two tequila shots, honey."[/i][/sup]
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Post by Frederick Seers on Jan 16, 2010 18:57:38 GMT -5
It had been a long night so far. A short, but very, very long night. It seemed the moment Frederick had a drink in his hand the men around him felt the need to grind against each leg every time he took a step forward. With the gentlest of smiles and an even softer push he was able to slide through the sweating crowd of dancers, trying not to allow the contact he made with them to be misinterpreted as an invitation of any sort; as so often they were.
He slunk his way back to the bar, his shirt now missing half its buttons due to a fat man wearing a wig taking his lustful urges a step too far. Luckily Frederick's good looks were enough to excuse him for the snarl he gave in return: very few people noticed and those that did acted further aroused by it. He sighed, downed the rest of his drink, and ordered another. By this point so many greasy old men had bought him drinks that he could simply ask for "Another" and the barman would know exactly what to do. He took his suspiciously bright coloured drink and began to drink that, too.
It must have been his sixth, but he didn't even feel slightly drunk. What was he even drinking? he looked around the bar, bemused, to ask the waiter, who was pouring a girl (a HOT girl) nearby a shot.
Frederick slid across the bar and took the seat next to her,
"Hey" he said, "What are you drinking?"
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Post by toocool on Jan 16, 2010 18:59:43 GMT -5
"Actually, make that four."
With a quick hand in her purse, she handed a platinum card over the counter, with the name "Ethan D'Agostino" glinting in the club lights across the middle. After downing two of the shots, suppressing the urge to wince at the putrid taste of the golden liquid, she turned her head as she heard a voice mumbling by her right ear. Instinctively flicking her hair and smiling seductively at the guy next to her - who was positively dripping suicide all over the bar - she spoke, making sure to make it slightly louder to make sure he heard it.
"Oh cheer up, Mr. Suicide, life could be worse!" She guestured widely towards the grumpy looking lesbians glowering in her direction. "You could be one of them."
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Post by Frederick Seers on Jan 16, 2010 19:08:01 GMT -5
Frederick blinked twice at the sudden waft of alcohol rich air pouring in his direction. She didn't look drunk, but her breath smelled like it was wasted.
"I'm guessing its Tequila, then" he said, with a wry smile. "And you can call me Freddy, lest I become like our rugged friends over there"
He took a sip of the bright liquid in his glass again, paused for a moment and added "What's your name?".
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Post by toocool on Jan 16, 2010 19:23:21 GMT -5
As Depressive-guy looked round at her she couldn't help but look surprised. She hadn't actually expected him to be anything more than a 4 to her standards, but so far he was easily pushing 9. Falling into instant-flirt mode, she extended a slender arm in his direction, "Alana, Alana D'Agostino." Smirking slightly at the James Bond sound, she covered it up by using an old Italian idiom she knew. "So beautiful they named me twice... or so my mother would say." Giving a coy smile she looked down at her remaining two tequila shots contemplatively.
Hell, Alana, are you flirting with a guy in a gay bar?
Yes, but he's a hot guy in a gay bar, and I'm pretty sure there's no guy I can't have.
Alana. Gay bar.
That's completely superfluous to my aims, goals and abilities.
He probably thinks - Ethan - is more attractive than you. Because he's MALE. GAY bar, Alana.
You know, this is MY inner dialogue-
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Post by Frederick Seers on Jan 16, 2010 19:31:12 GMT -5
Frederick nonchalantly pulled his fringe to the side as it slid in front of his face, letting his eyes sparkle at the girl, Alana, in front of him.
He was always told by his mother to beware of gay people, that you could notice and avoid them simply by the sparkle in their eyes. Frederick had mastered that sparkle, and, all too often, used it to his advantage.
"Well, Alana, I think your name's very fitting. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He took a sip of his drink again, looking thoughtfully into her smiling face as he did so. She was checking him out... and hey, maybe having a shot at a woman for once might be fun.
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Post by toocool on Jan 16, 2010 20:05:42 GMT -5
The sparkle. She noticed it, executed with perfection. The sparkle was the ultimate flirting technique, that could be used to enthrall any male you wanted in mere seconds. She knew it well, because she used it often herself. The only problem, was that she knew it to only work on guys, and last time she checked she had two beautiful breasts and a distinct lack of penis. At least she knew he was interested, though.
Told you.
Shut up, he could just be being friendly.
He sparkled!
Oh for god's sake this is not Twilight, you know, people don't just spar-
He sparkled at me, and that is final.
Fine, have it your way... just don't come moaning to me...
"Why thanks, honey... so," she hesitated a moment. "What brings you to a place like this? Blackstone, right?" Smile. Add Sparkle. Brilliant.
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Post by Frederick Seers on Jan 16, 2010 20:17:46 GMT -5
Her eyes were glistening. The sparkle, she could do it too. He felt a half hearted reaction from his trousers, 'Oh, please, let's not pretend.' he thought, forcing it to give up entirely.
"Yeh, I've been here for about a year. Never got out much until recently, though." He let his words linger for a moment and leant in closer, moving his arm closer towards hers on the bar, "And I'm in the mood for excitement."
He didn't like to lead girls on, but boredom was boredom. And he would be proud to say he'd been with a girl like 'Alana De...whatever'
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Post by toocool on Jan 24, 2010 17:04:01 GMT -5
She recognised the twinkle in his eye and the playful grin on his face and she mirrored it perfectly, "Well what a coincidence - so am I." It was a gay bar, and she was waiting on her unsuspecting and naive brother, but Alana was pretty sure she could have some fun in the meantime.
Noticing his extended arm, she clasped at it with her slender fingers, used her other hand to down the remaining shots and dragged this complete random to the dancefloor. "Come on, we're going to get some excitement." With a quick wink, she was striding confidently through the crowd with him stumbling along behind.
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Post by Frederick Seers on Jan 24, 2010 18:00:51 GMT -5
Slightly shocked by the girl's sudden action, Frederick was almost swept off his feet, dragged into the middle of the dance floor by Alana's careful iron grasp. Her hair shone in the lights, which flowed across the dancers, bouncing over her shoulders as she span into the middle. A smile spread across Frederick's face as she began to dance; there was something about the way she moved her body that enticed him. Holding back the urge to dance like a woman right back at her, he put on his 'man mode', shuffled to her side and moved in as masculine a way as possible to the beat, making sure not to overdo it.
Flex the muscles subtly... and... good, she saw.
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Post by toocool on Jan 25, 2010 17:51:52 GMT -5
Releasing her vice-like grip on his arm, Alana started dancing to the music and she was instantly in her flirting forté. Her body moved with perfect fluidity perfected through many years of underage clubbing. She threw her hands into the air ecstatically after a pause in the music and let out a huge shout, "RIVERSIDE, MUTHA'FUCKA'!!"
Almost jumping into the air with joy at the music she opened her eyes to look across at this - what was it? - Boderick or whatever. He could clearly dance, and was clearly in shape, as far as her piercing glare could tell; however, could he keep it up dancing with her? Edging along carefully in her huge heels, she moved closer to him, dancing smoothly all the time until she was brushing up against his chest.
She stared defiantly, but cheekily, straight into his eyes gauging his reaction. She'd soon find out if he was straight.
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Post by Frederick Seers on Jan 25, 2010 18:04:57 GMT -5
The girl was getting uncomfortably close to him, but he had to feign interest if he wanted the night to be anywhere near interesting. He'd gone through enough lonely nights and, worse, more than his fair share of one night stands with men in their late thirties. He made sure they stayed as close as they could, keeping her head near his chest as they danced, synchronising their movements into an undulating, rhythmic pulse to the beat.
She was looking into his eyes as they danced, which, as far as he knew, meant she wanted to kiss him. He slowed his movements, trying to judge her reaction as he did so, and reached a hand to her arm, looking back into her eyes. Everyone was dancing around them, but time blurred for a moment, and he moved in carefully towards her.
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Post by ihashotchocolate on Feb 11, 2010 16:46:03 GMT -5
As it usually was with her, no amount of pleading or crying or foot-stomping could let him get his own way. Shut the hell up Eath and stop being so like lame. Just come to the stupid club and god forbid you have some fun. I'll see you there at 10o'clock. Blunt, of course. Unusually for twins, that was one of their few injokes - blunt. It referred to the fact that Alana took so long getting ready to go out that meeting her 'sharp' anywhere was completely pointless, so they'd made up a new term just for her and her complete punctuality blank.
Accordingly, Ethan had allowed for at least half an hour and was arriving at a tardy quarter to. He'd only ever been to a club once before, and walking in, he had to admit this was entirely different from the last place he'd been: eyes wide, he unashamedly gawked around at the half-naked oompa-loompa men and the gender-debatable dress wearing divas by the DJ box. What the hell WAS this place? Turning his head obviously to continue staring he shuffled over to the bar and ordered absent-mindedly. "Vodka and lemonade, please."
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Post by toocool on Feb 11, 2010 17:11:20 GMT -5
"Let's play a love game, play a love game love game~ ♫"
They were in the game. Undignified numbers of nights spent wasted and had taught her how to pull the royal flush of flirting. And if she didn't have the cards? Well, no one could read her poker face anyway. She spotted him leaning in close a mile off, but held her ground, waiting until the last minute as he closed his eyes before she would cheekily pause for a moment, making him panic.
That was the tried and tested plan, anyway, until she noticed her twin brother looking awkward and - Oh my god, is he like GAWKING at the angry lesbians?! - shocked. Knocking Freddie aside ignorantly, she stole through the dancing crowd and pounced on her brother from behind. She needed to stop him staring: half of those women could beat him black and blue with their little fingers.
"Hey Eath! What's that your drinking?" She asked cheerfully, grabbing his glass and taking a mouthful inquisitively. VL? Eugh. Spitting it out all over the bar - to the staff's dismay, though they didn't dare comment - she ordered 4 shots of tequila, subtly handing over Ethan's platinum credit card form her purse. As he opened his mouth to protest as he noticed she shoved him. "Shut up, you're lucky this thing has me to use it properly." |
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Post by Frederick Seers on Feb 11, 2010 17:33:03 GMT -5
Being casually rude was a very basic factor in Frederick's life, a born trait, intrinsic to his very being,, it would feel odd were he to be completely civil. But this was obscure. People were never the same to him, returning his annoyance with idolatry. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, leaning forward, with his eyes closed, trying to piece together what had happened. Clearly she wouldn't refuse him - she couldn't have. With the impossibilities out of the way Frederick began to consider what must have happened...
Lesbian.
He opened his eyes, only to see the space where she stood on the dance floor was now filled with a short hairy man,
"Hi." his voice was foreign and nasally.
"Bye."
Frederick swerved past him, thrusting the man aside, and scanned the crowd for Alana. He saw her, as innocent as ever, standing by the bar, buying drinks for another man. A small, less attractive man than he was.
"That bitch."
He walked over, intrusive mode switched on and manly charms at the ready. He refused to be knocked back.
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Post by ihashotchocolate on Feb 13, 2010 17:24:33 GMT -5
Ethan's first reaction to being pounced on by someone - significantly larger than himself - from behind was one of complete horror. Dropping his wallet, turned around, frozen in shock like a rabbit in headlights and even when he saw Alana there, the expression didn't change. As she took control and ordered him a new drink with his own credit card, he complained; though he know that complaining to her was a futile task.
"... emm... Alana... I'm not sure I'm ready for tequila yet."
Out the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall guy storming across, fiery and livid eyes focused on Alana. He nudged his sister cautiously, "Do you know him?" She did.
"Oh, shit. He looks pretty darned tootin' mad sis!"
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Post by Frederick Seers on Feb 13, 2010 17:59:36 GMT -5
Drawing closer to Alana and the boy next to her Frederick realised he must have read the situation wrong, they looked similar. Relations, maybe? That would explain her running off...He flicked his hair from his eyes, grinning. Of course that must be it, nobody would do that to Frederick without proper justification.
As he approached the boy's face filled up with horror. He liked to feel in control, but maybe that was a bit too much.
"Hey there" he said, smile curling up his cheeks,
"I notice you've managed to steal away Alana's attention from me."
He rested his arm against the bar and looked from one to the other, his shirt giving off the illusion of opening up that little farther to show his chest, without any prompting.
Isn't it great when things just work like that?
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Post by toocool on Feb 13, 2010 20:08:42 GMT -5
Excellent. Ethan was here, and once plied with alcohol, he would become a subject of her complex psychological plan. Phase One: abandonment in the close proximity of homosexual males. Turning away from him, and completely ignoring the reappearance of - What was his name? Ned? Ed? Something like that anyway - that guy she'd been dancing with, she gauged the perfect opportunity to implement it. "Hey Eath, I'll be right back, just need to go to the ladies!" There was an overly-cheerful triumphant tinkle of glee in her voice that she could barely contain. She walked off with a spring in her step, though she was over 6 foot tall in her heels in the first place.
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Ethan watched his sister disappear into the crowd with a face suddenly pale. Turning to this guy, he instantly flushed scarlet in the face, avoiding eye contact awkwardly. "Emm hey. Yeah, she's like my twin sister. Sorry for disturbing you..." He quickly turned around, nodding apoloogetically and scurried to a table where he sat staring at the 'stain-resistant' (yet very stained) table, and the shots of tequila his sister ordered. Should he take one? Feeling the guy's stare burning into the top of his head, he impulsively grabbed one and threw it down his throat, instantly recoiling and coughing. He spoke in wheezes between coughs. "What... the.... that?!... Notvodka... vile!"
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Post by Frederick Seers on Feb 13, 2010 20:58:49 GMT -5
Maybe she really needed to use the bathroom, maybe the club was suddenly too much for her... or maybe she was overwhelmed with a rush of excitement from seeing his chest, whatever the case, Frederick had been abandoned in the same club, in the same night, by the same girl - for the second time.
"Raging"
He blinked, it was all he could do at a time like this, but when shock relief kicks in more than once in a night you have to question what you're playing at. He felt insulted, defeated almost. But not quite yet. To be turned down was to fail, and Frederick couldn't allow that. Chewing his lip, he weighed the situation: Alana would have to return to her brother sooner or later, either that or forsake him too, climbing out the back window, or something equally ridiculous. He strode over to the table her brother was situated at, assured victory would soon be his.
"So, Alana's twin," He said, pulling up a chair, "You don't look like much of a regular, are you just here for your sister?"
He added some sparkle; if he was going to be there for a while he may as well make him feel comfortable, rather than terrified.
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