sway with the music; [OPEN]

[neverrestingtime]

Nicoline gave the bouncer a cheshire smile as she entered the club. At eighteen, she knew she shouldn't be allowed in, but her cleavage had made the bouncer say otherwise. Her black dress hugged her curves and narrow waist, making her look even tinier than she was. The crisscrosses down her back exposed even more skin, and her heels were as high as her expectations for tonight. Her hair hung in its natural dark curls around her face, and her makeup was done simply, highlighting her features.

Not knowing the song on the radio, Nikki took a seat at one of the empty tables. She watched people drunkenly try to dance, and couldn't help but snicker. It was so amusing for her, but it also made her mouth ache for vodka. Cotton candy vodka, to be exact, with sprite. She called the drink a fairy cocktail, not knowing anything else to call it. She drew her inspiration from hearing someone once refer to cotton candy as "fairy floss."

As a song she knew came on, Nikki made her way to the dance floor. She began dancing wildly- her hips moved to the beat and every drunk guy was trying to get a chance to grind up against her. She didn't mind- she craved attention like this. She threw her hands up in the air as a few other girls gathered around her, creating a train as they ground against each other, watching the boys salivate. Blowing a kiss to one, Nikki let out a sexy smirk, before continuing dancing. She didn't want just to be a flirt tonight. She wanted to hook up with somebody, or even find someone to be in a relationship with.
But mostly hook up.







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[rachael]

Getting into the club was easy for Rachael, although being 3 years under the legal drinking age, all you had to do is act confident and people just automatically thought you were of age. She had down it all the time in Australia and it also helps if you look and dress older, also dress revealing. With her short pink dress and her matching platform heels, Rachael waltz right past the hunky bouncer with a flirty smile and an equally flirty wave. Walking straight to the bar the petite brunette wasn't sure what she wanted, flipping hair over her shoulder while talking to bartender about what was good. He recommended a drink called cotton candy vodka, it sounded delicious and taking a sip she was glad she ordered it. Sitting at the bar and watching all the drunken people grind on each other, she was itching to go dance. Downing her drink and heading to the dance floor Rachael saw there was some sort of train of girls grinding with each other, not wanting to get on the train she started dancing dirty away from the train just giggling at them. Seeing a hot guy she wanted coming towards her, Rachael grabbed him and starting grinding on him while making out at the same time.
Breaking the kiss and getting bored of this one guy, Rachael went back to the bar to get another drink and to scope out the place for more sexy guys. Drinking two more drinks she headed out to just dance, seeing a girl motioning her to come over Rachael walked up to her and starting grinding with her. She wasn't a lesbain or anything just she was drunk, she wanted to have fun and whatever happens happens. Pushing the girl away Rachael walked to the first guy she saw and asked if he wanted to buy her a drink. Strolling over to the first table she saw, not caring if anyone was sitting there already.
Trying to talk to this guy was impossible he was dangerously stupid it was annoying just to hear him speak. Looking away from him and watching all the people dancing and drinking, Rachael really wanted to get rid of this guy. Wishing she didn't give up that girl because she actually looked more interesting then this guy, Rachael just sat there and endured him talking wishing someone would rescue her or shot her. Fluttering her long eyelashes and asking if he would go get her another drink, the guy smiled and left thinking he was gonna get lucky if he just kept feeding her drinks. Heading back to the dance floor before he got back, she thought if she got someone else or just blended in he wouldn't find her. Dancing by herself was boring, Rachael headed over to where that train was she walked right up to the front of it and starting dancing in front of the girl that started it. She was a small brunette in a very hot dress, it hugged her curves and she didn't look twenty-one but then again Rachael wasn't the best at guessing ages. Smiling at the girl, Rachael wasn't grinding on her but she was close enough to her that if she would know that she was looking at her.

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[neverrestingtime]

Nicoline ground against anyone and everyone, hips turning wildly and lips finding anyone's who'd accept them. Flirty smirks were shared with everyone, and she opened her eyes to find a girl who appeared about her age to be grinding on the front of her dress. Nikki ground against her, eyelids closing over dark eyes. The only thing she hated about being bi was that when she hadn't had sex in a while, literally everyone seemed to tease her. But something about this girl seemed more than teasing. As she wandered off with some guy, Nikki made her way to the bar. She ordered two cotton candy vodka's with sprite, downing them both easily and ordering two more. After pounding them, she returned to the dance floor, the alcohol just starting to hit her.

As she returned to her post on the line of people grinding, she watched the same girl from before come up and start dirty dancing infront of her. Nikki's eyes wandered over the girl's body appreciatively, before she moved closer, pushing herself closer to the girl as they ground together. Smirking at a few of the guys, Nikki reached up and caught the girl's mouth with her own, lips moving feverishly against them. She pulled back, laughing, and watched the boys stare openmouthed at her openness.

[blaze carter vaughn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #777777 solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i've been waking all my life tagged Nicoline & Rachael muse mreh notes Poor little Blazey credits template by irish! Having a bad day didn't even begin to explain about how Blaze's day had gone up to this point. There was fairly clear evidence of that in the black eye that he was currently sporting. If anyone asked, he would tell them that he'd been in a fight, which was entirely not true. Although the 16 year old was rather prone to fighting, most of his injuries happened at home. Everyone knew that the Vaughn family was trouble. Both adults had been in and out of jail more than once, and the oldest of the two children had done his fair share of prison time as well. So far, Blaze had yet to actually find himself behind bars, but that wasn't to say that he hadn't had multiple run-ins with the police. Despite all of this, it had never occurred to anyone that the clearly visible injuries on the teen could possibly have come from his own parents. Lately, Blaze had just been avoiding home altogether, but he'd made the mistake of thinking that if he just stopped there to grab some clean clothes, he might be able to get in and out without being noticed. Unfortunately, he was wrong. His dad hadn't quite drunk enough to pass out yet, and when he saw his youngest son for the first time in nearly a week, he flew into a rage, screaming things in an indistinguishable slur, before the physical beating began. This time, unlike most of the time, Blaze had managed to get out with only bruises, luckily all of them, besides the black eye, were hidden from view. That wasn't to say, however, that they didn't still hurt like hell. If there was one thing besides drinking that his father was good at, it was inflicting damage with his fists. Having been put in a foul mood, Blaze decided that he would go try to find something else to occupy his thoughts and perhaps drown the pain he was currently in, and there was no better way to accomplish than than to go get completely wasted. Normally, Blaze would have been inclined to go to the Hyde, which was definitely the lowest class bar in town, but The Basement was closer, and he decided that the sooner he got alcohol coursing in his veins the better. Of course, once he got there, he headed straight for the bar. The dance floor had no merit to him. He didn't dance... if you could even call what the people out there were doing dancing... so his only reason for being here was drinking... and sex if the opportunity fell into his lap... literally or figuratively. At the bar, he ordered a jack daniels, and turned on the bar stool to face the crowded dance floor to scan the occupants of the room. He wasn't concerned at all about not being served or being reported. He didn't look 21, and he didn't have a fake ID, but everybody knew that a Vaughn with a drink in their hand was less trouble than one without. He couldn't remember a time that he had ever been denied alcohol, and he was only 16. He had developed so many bad habits already at this point in his life. He smoked, and drank... and spent time with the wrong crowds. He was heading hastily down a path of destruction, and he, quite simply, didn't know any better.

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[neverrestingtime]

Nicoline pushed her way through the crowd, guys gawking and reaching out to grab at her. Breezily making her way to the bar, she ordered another cotton candy Pinnacle and Sprite. Her hips still swayed to the music as she sipped the sweet drink through a straw, and her eyes began to wander the bar. She spotted a guy who looked to be about her age- apparently, the bouncers weren't very good at what they do- and maneuvered herself closer to him. A bright smile lit up her face as she quietly spoke. "Hey there."

A teasing look came to her face as she turned her attention back to her drink, still moving her hips to the beat of the song. Her black dress accentuated her body perfectly, making her curves pop and her narrow waist obvious. Giving the boy a flirty smile, Nicoline tossed her dark hair back over her shoulders and winked.

[rachael]

sorry will get onto this as soon as possible just been a bit hektic at my house.

[blaze carter vaughn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #777777 solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i've been waking all my life tagged Nicoline & Rachael muse mreh notes Poor little Blazey credits template by irish! If anyone had ever actually taken the time to get to know Blaze, they would have found that, unlike the image he had perfected portraying, he was kind of a quiet boy who really didn't find much pleasure in the presence of other people. He always felt obligated to make people think that he was someone he was not. Griffin's reputation, which most people in the small town knew, was what Blaze felt like he needed to uphold. His brother was practically infamous, and the way Blaze saw it, those were big shoes to fill, and he knew that if he just acted like who he was, he never could. Unlike Griffin, Blaze didn't feel the need to kill people whenever he laid eyes on them, and the sex? That was mostly just because he had a reputation ton live up to. The drinking? To dull the pain. No one really knew what he was like, and he was fairly certain no one cared to find out. As he was handed his drink, he heard a voice beside him and glanced over to see a fairly attractive female whose intentions were certainly not very discreet. There was no challenge here, that much was obvious. He wasn't particularly in the mood for a challenge tonight, so he at least appreciated that. He had an unfortunate feeling that she would be likely to try to get him to dance, but that was not happening. He was not moving from the seat he currently occupied unless it was to go directly to somewhere private. Unfortunately for her, just as he was about to make up his mind that he might as well make her the object of tonight's desires, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and... winked... at him. Winked. She actually winked. The expression on his face changed immediately from interested to skeptical. "Don't you think you're trying a little too hard?" he asked dubiously. He couldn't remember ever having been winked at before by anyone. It just seemed too... cheesy. They weren't in some disney movie. This was real life... and in real life, men didn't find winking attractive... at all. It was generally taken as a signal that someone made when they really just desperately wanted to have sex, and Blaze wasn't so into that. He didn't want a challenge, but he definitely didn't want someone who was either 1. drunk enough to think winking was a turn on, 2. thought winking was a turn on when sober, or 3. so desperate to get laid that they would go to the extremes of winking at someone they found attractive. He'd found that typically, desperation made sex not nearly as good as it could have been, and considering he'd been with so many females by now, he wasn't in it just for the numbers, he was in it for it being good... and he wasn't going to go for it if he didn't think it was going to be good.

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