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Post by kaligaris on Apr 21, 2010 21:35:06 GMT -5
Marissa was excited. It had been a very long time since she had been able to just kick back andgo clubbing. She headed into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and got dressed. She fixed her hair and make-up in different styles until she was satisfied. She heard her phone vibrating. It was a text from her bro. She ignored it and headed out of the dorm. She grabbed her keys and her I.D. and headed out the door. She got into her Spyder Eclipse and headed over to the club.
She hadn't been here in ages. She used to sneak out of bed and come here with her friends. She smiled as she reminisced about the fun times that they had here. She drove up to the front and parked her car. The place looked packed. She got her stuff and got out of the car and headed into the line. It didn't take that long. The bouncer looked at her and looked at her I.D. and then let her in. She smiled and continued walking. She looked around as she strolled in. The place was packed, just as she had suspected and everyone looked like they were drunk. bar."Get me a Cosmo, please?",she asked the bartender. She looked around the club for a moment and then glanced across the bar at some guy who was staring at her. She smiled and looked in the opposite direction.
She drank a few more cosmos and was really starting to feel it in her system. She started dancing in her chair. She felt the eyes of hungry guys staring through her as she danced. Marissa was a party girl but she was only a really wild party girl with certain people. She drank down the last bit of the cosmo she was working on and then started dancing on the stool.
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Post by marcus on Apr 21, 2010 22:04:43 GMT -5
Marcus was tired of classes, so he figured that he was going to take this weekend to himself damn the consequences of it. He needed a break and wanted to just party for once. It had been quite a long time since he had been out, the last had to of been when he was with Rafe, Eddie, Lexy and Madison. They were wall friends after all but everyone had moved away from each other and he really hadn’t seen them in quite awhile. He grabbed a black shirt, wife beater for under it and a pair of blue jeans and stepped into the shower. Being a guy he only took about ten minuets at the most, after the shower he got dressed, made sure his hair looked good, put on some cologne and then grabbed his ID.
Making his way to the club, he had to take the Subway because he was didn’t bother getting a car in New York, you didn’t drive in New York unless you had been there for a really long time. He smirked at himself he had only been a New Yorker for a little over a year. Sighing he looked around the train, really there was only standing room, he sighed again and stood a little off to the side away from everyone else. He was really used to the trains now and he didn’t need to hang on. Though he could really tell who the tourists where because they where the ones holding on for dear life. He smirked again and got off at the next stop.
Making his way to the Bar, he nodded at the bouncer. It was one of the men that he knew fairly well. So he just continued to walk up to the bar, He spared a glance at the woman next to him, she looked a bit drunk already she was really pretty. “A beer.” he said to the bartender. He sat on the stool and watched the woman next to him dance. “Feeling good?” he asked her. He took a drink of his beer and waited for her to answer.
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Post by kaligaris on Apr 23, 2010 21:33:28 GMT -5
Marissa looked over at the person who was addressing her. He looked familiar. She had probably seen him around NYU because all the students just come here to cut back and relax. "Yes as a matter a fact I am. In fact, bartender can I get one last cosmo and a strawberry daqueri." He brought her the two drinks and she thanked him. She drank the cosmo first and then the strawberry daqueri. "Oh goodness, I really feel buzzed. I need to dance. Excuse me." She got up from the barstool and walked over to the dance floor slowly.
She started to move her hips back and forth. She was swaying them so gracefully that she and the music were almost completely in sync with each other. She looked back at the mysterious guy at the bar and smiled and then went back to dancing. When the song was over and another song came on, she started to dance with a guy and smiled. It was fine until he started to get too agreesive. "Ok, thats enough stop it." She started to feel his hands going up and down her. Now that she really looked at him, he was completely wasted.
"I said Stop it!" She looked at himw ith angry eyes. "Come on babe, it's just a little gun." He grabbed her ass and she turned around and kneed him. She walked away angrily leaving him croutching on the ground in pain. She walked back to the bar and got another drink. "Now I remember why I don't come to clubs anymore. There are just drunk vultures here who are waiting for sweet and innocent drunk girls to fall into their arms or better yet their beds."
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Post by marcus on Apr 30, 2010 21:56:28 GMT -5
He smirked at her. “Sounds like a good combination of drinks.” he said, downing his beer, then nodding over at the bartender to get another one for him. He watched her get up, go over to the dance floor and dance some. He shook his head and turned away, girls were so funny, they would get drunk then dance their heart away with out any regards to their own safety.
He continued to bounce his head to the music not really paying attention to much of anything. He began to think about his old friends from high school. He sighed. He knew that they were all here in town and he knew that he had to catch at with them. Out of the blue though he heard the woman he was just talking to yell at some guy. He shook his head again about to get up but noticing that she had already taken care of herself.
He looked over at her. “That’s just the way some of these pigs are.” he said, shrugging. He took another drink of his beer and looked at her drink. “I’m going to buy your next.” he said, looking at her. He make it a tradition to buy a couple drinks for something. “I like to buy drinks for pretty girls.” he said, watching her.
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