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Post by jasmine ameilia jones on Oct 4, 2010 17:13:08 GMT -5
 *i love you and that's all I really know;;
``IT'S A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES,,
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Lights flashing, body's moving, heels tapping, music blaring. Jazzy was so use to this that it was scary. She loved all of it, the hot guys, and just the music. Of course, she was here in barely anything, sometimes just a thong dancing around. The life of a stripper. She did it for the money more then anything else. Of course, this was Friday, she worked here on Saturday's. So she was actually dressed more then she usually was when she was here. A tank top, a very short jean destroyed skirt, and her very lovely stripper heels. They were around eight inches tall, and she loved them. She of course was only five foot one, so she was actually a lot taller in the shoes then she was.
She actually walked, even danced in them very well. You shouldn't be able to walk around in that tall of heels, it just shouldn't be possible. But she did. Walking around, Jazzy's rather tall heels hit the dance floor with taps and heads turned as she walked around. She went straight to the bar that was their. She walked over to the stools at the bar and she sat down by herself. "Anything you got that's strong." She said to the bartender. She knew the bar tender well, he always watched her when she danced, and even though he was an older man, it didn't really seem the bother the young girl.
She took the glass and pushed it to her lips, her red lips sucking at the clear drink. It had to be vodka. At least, that was what it tasted like. She put the drink down on the bar table, and turned around. Her push up bar pushed up her already 36C cup breasts, making them look much larger then they were. She had a very slim cut tank top, that showed off all over her curves. The shirt was a bit on the small side, which made her breasts almost fall out of her shirt, the top of her black lace bra just peaking out of her shirt.
She crossed her legs and leaned a bit on the bar, watching all the guys, waiting to see who would want to join her. Who would want to possibly get drunk with her and possibly be dragged out of the club into a backroom that she knew of, and possibly have a little fun. She hoped it would go that way, but she wasn't sure. She hoped so at least. She wanted to have a little fun with a guy. That was the whole reason she was here.
Jazzy's dark brown eyes searched the club, looking for someone, anyone to join her. She pulled a little on her shirt, pulling it down a bit, her bra just a bit more showing now. She pulled it up though, she didn't want to come off as a complete whore right now. She rather not have everyone thinking she was a slut or a whore. Which deep down she knew that she was, and yet, she was alright with that. She took another sip of her drink. Jazzy shouldn't be drinking with her bipolar medicine, and yet she was anyway. Oh well, it never hurt her before, and it wouldn't now.
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Post by colin sebastian gray on Oct 4, 2010 17:41:35 GMT -5
Colin walked along the nightclub's arge expanse of floor, the base blaring louder than the actual melodies, if there actually were any, of the music. He wasn't particularly fond of nightclubs, but he certainly did not want to be the kid that lived indoors, besides, he needed something for his sweet tooth. Grabbing a seat upon the only empty stool left at the counter, Colin swiveled and turned to face the bar tender. "Give me my regular please." His regular was not something he could explain easily, just that it was a mix of watermelon and sour apple and to him was the most delicous drink mixed together with vodka and rum he had ever tasted. He was a rather picky boy when it came to foods, and the fact that he liked this particular drink meant he did not plannning on substituting it for anything else any time soon. It was just like his clothes today, he was to stubborn to change into anything more suited for clubbing so he stuck with his three quarter sleeve chiodos shirt, black skinny jeanse, and a pair of red converse.
Watching as the tender mixed colorful liquids together, Colin licked his lips and grabbed the glass as it was handed to him. Shaking his shaggy locks out of his eyes he nodded thanks before taking a gracious sip from the glass. He sighed in relief as the sweet mixture went from his lips and trickled down his throat; and at last something sweet. Taking a moment to let the flavor settle, he took another sip before placing the glass on the counter top and swivling his stool to face the crowd once more.
Everyone was gyrating along to the beat and Colin watched in amusement, it was nice to see people could have fun, even though he was a bit disgusted how a lot of the girls that worked here dressed. He couldn't really understand why they needed so many strippers at a place like this, it wasn't like Trenton of all places was a big city to begin with. Then again, his opinions weren't exactly things other people liked to agree with, they were usually quite out there, if not a bit insulting to some. Moving his hand back towards the table, he had to swivle a bit to the side to reach the glass. In doing so, he got a look at the neighboring human who inhabited the stool over from him. She looked familiar, from his school maybe? He really was not sure, but he didn't really pay attention to girls like her on a regular basis.
At least by what he assumed she was. Considering her outfit, which was almost as slutty as the dancers on stage and else where. He wondered if she was proud of the way she dressed, or if maybe she just was trying to prove something to herself. Bored of looking at her, he let the glass stay in his hand and swivled back around to face the crowd once more, taking slow gradual sips from his glass. [/justify] |
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Post by jasmine ameilia jones on Oct 10, 2010 23:23:04 GMT -5
*i love you and that's all I really know;;
``IT'S A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES,,
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As much as she wished that she could just get as wasted as she wanted to get with a boy, not one really seemed to spike her interest here, at least not yet. She wanted someone who was tall, and at least had some interest in her, even if alcohol was the only factor in it. Which she didn't care if it was or not. She sat there, her legs crossed watching everyone. She soon noticed a boy, probably around six feet tall, give or take a few inches walking towards her. He, he spiked her interest. He didn't seem to happy to here though, which made her a bit confused. Why would you come to a nightclub, if you didn't like it here? That didn't make a whole lot of sense to her.
As the boy sat down, she noticed more about him. The fact that he was in her grade, though never had any classes with him, flashed in her head. Maybe if she got him drunk enough he wouldn't remember anything from tonight, and she could have her fun. Maybe at least. Jazzy hoped to god that this boy would be at the least bit interesting for her. She pulled her top up a bit, figuring since he gave her a dirty look about her top being so low before if she looked a bit better, and a bit more classy she would get somewhere with him.
"Hey! You're in my grade aren't you? You're a junior, if I'm correct. I don't think we have any classes together though. I'm Jazzy." She said, turning in the stool to look at him. Her legs were still crossed over each other, and she looked like a normal slutty girl, but she at least tried to look a bit better then the huge prostitute she looked like a few moments ago. Which was a huge improvement on her part. She batted her eyes at the boy, watching his every move. She sipped at the rest of her drink, and ordered another vodka and took sip at that one. She blinked at the boy, she just didn't know his name, which was sad because she was sure she knew everyone in the school. Maybe he was new to the school? no. she had seen him for a while in the school. Maybe he was hiding from her?
But why would he do that? Sure, she had a bit of a rep, but that wasn't that bad as it could be. Sure, she slept around but that wasn't as bad as sleeping with people for money, which she rarely ever did. She was a stripper yes, but she knew that next to no one in the whole school new that. Only her true best friends did, and they were strippers in a different town. So they all kept each others secrets for now.
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Post by colin sebastian gray on Oct 11, 2010 14:33:05 GMT -5
Colin let the remainders of his drink swirl around in the crystal container, watching as the green liquid swirled. When the it flattened out again, he put the drink to his lips and swallowed, allowing the cool substance to flow down his throat, the tingling sensation it brought about was rather pleasant to him. Putting his pinky finger under the glass, he placed it on the counter without a sound and then moved his finger out from under it. He could begin to feel the effect of the potent drink, the rum and vodka were working, although it was taking its time. He was only beginning to feel tipsy, and this was the time of being drunk he hated. The in between stage where you knew it was coming, but you just got a headache and a buzz. Right now it was the buzz, but he knew the headache would come soon enough.
Sighing, he swivvled his chair back towards the crowd again, to watch the dancing a bit more. However, mid turn, his eye caught the look of the girl sitting next to him, he gave a quick smirk and kept turning. The smirk stayed on his face as he watched the dancing unfold, his head moving up and down slightly to the beat of the rather ubnoxiously loud bass in the music. He didn't see the need to put it up to a hundred percent so it overpowered the melodies, it was ridiculous. The thumping was taking on the same pattern inside his head, and he tipped his head back, focusing on the ceiling. After a while he closed his eyes, and put his left hand threw some of his blond locks while it lay on his forehead pressing against the area where it hurt the most.
Eyes still closed, Colin turned back on his chair, using his other hand to grab the seat so he wouldn't be tipsy and fall off. Tapping the counter he signaled to the tender once more. "One more please, double in one." He needed this headache gone, he figured if he doubled the vodka and rum it would work its way through him quicker. Hearing a voice as he waited for his drink, he turned to face it, it was the girl from earlier. Colin's smirk returned, although it wasn't something he'd normally do, it was entertaining that she seemed to be interest in him. Although he was certain she was not his type, he had to admit she was hot. Even if he thought calling someone hot was a crude term, it fit her in an odd way.
So they were in the same grade? Made sense, she did look familiar, however she didn't look like someone he would have payed much attention to. She seemed like the type to hang with the sluts, he usually thought the the type just tried to hard to be slutty. Girls always had their slutty moments, but girls that tried to make themselves slutty just seemed to try too much. Jazzy? Odd name, he wondered if it was a nickname or a full name, you never know these days. "Oh Really? Yeah, I'm a junior too. Hmm?" Colin tried to think if they were, then he remembered her. "No, I think we have a study at the same time. I'm usually in the caf during independent study..." He heard the drink hit the bar before he heard the tender speak, moving his hand back, he pulled the glass forward and to his lips, letting the cool liquid flow dow his throat, it tingled but it felt nice even if it burnt, it was a warm fire in a sense, besides it would cure the pounding in his head.
Three quarters of the glass was gone before he took it down from his lips, usually chugging alchohol isa stupid idea, but he hated in between stages. Looking back at the girl, he remembered she introduced herself, the funny name. Had he said his name? He didn't think so, but to be sure he said it again, or for the first time, it was obvious the alchohol was starting to work. "The names Colin, Colin Gray."
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Post by jasmine ameilia jones on Oct 11, 2010 15:49:39 GMT -5
NOT DONE *i love you and that's all I really know;;
``IT'S A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES,,
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jazzy watched the boy, just really waiting for an answer. It was usually very rude to ignore people, but then she noticed the alcohol he had. He seemed to be tipping over slightly, which meant that he was getting very drunk. That could work to her advantage to her. which was very good for her as time went on. She smiled at him as she watched him try to stay upright in his chair, he wasn't doing very well, she could tell you that.
She looked blankly at him. Study? Maybe, she always left during study, so she didn't really know who was in her study or not. Maybe they were in the same study, but she couldn't really remember. "Well maybe! I don't know. I don't usually stick around one place in study. I walk around or just plan leave most of the time." She said to him.
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