Getting Your Dance on (Open to males preferably)

[ghost6]

Jenny Case walked down the small twisting street to where the basement was located. She was a bar tender there so she got free access even when it was not her shift. It was Friday night and the line stretched for miles, just people waiting to be granted access to the hottest club in town. A little smile appeared as she walked to the front of the line, waving her key card in the bouncers face he let her in. Walking to left she pushed through a door marked staff only and walked over to her locker. Quickly getting changed into her Club outfit / uniform, and clicking on her name tag, she pushed through the door and out into the crowd.

Jenny sighed as people yelled at her as she weaved her way through the crowd and bumping into people. She was almost to the edge of the crowd when she felt someone grab her from behind and start grinding. No doubt who ever it was, was drunk. So she carefully extracted herself from the mans groping hands and made her way to the bar. Jenny Pushed through the swing door to the other side of the bar. Her gold top glinting in the light. 2 hours into her shift the flow of people didn't seem to be decreasing any. If anything it was increasing, and she had already seen her usual Friday night clubers. Then someone caught her eye. A man sitting at the counter, waved to her and asked for a drink. He was very attractive and she slid the drink to him before he motioned her to come over.

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muse >> okay...

[donte11]

THERE'S NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A BOY WITH CHARM,

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He had heard, the basement was possibly one of the hottest clubs in the ever increasing town. His sister had actually accompanied him to the club at the start of the evening. But she was long gone now. They'd started in the Hyde and no doubt she had found someone to go off with by now. He wasn't bothered, she'd ring him completely smashed and expect him to come and pick her up. Which, as the doting elder brother (by what 5 minutes?) he would. But he wouldn't want to ignore his sister and for her to resort to getting a lift with a complete stranger. Which to be honest it was what everyone was at the minute. The Uppingham family had only just moved to Crossfire and the English bunch only knew each other. He was sure by the end of the night his sister would know half of the Hyde club's inhabitants and probably even most of The Basement's party goers too.



He wouldn't put it past her.



Ed hadn't exactly dressed up for the occasion, it was cold out and there was no doubt in his mind that he would be staying sober this evening. So he had slung on a pair of Diesel jeans, a long sleeved Fred Perry jumper and top and a comfy pair of Timberland's. He certainly had a taste for the finer things, not that his outfit was top of the range tonight, this would probably be the lowest he would stoop. Apart from Topman. He did have a big amount of love for that store. He had made his way out of The Hyde, not appreciating the grungy atmosphere it seemed to posses. It was full of strippers and people who looked like they should be strippers. If he was any normal brother he would have politely excluded his sister from that equation. But he wasn't deluded. He knew she was a slut. Him on the other hand had a lot more difficulty even getting a girlfriend, let alone keeping one. He spent way too much time studying and caring for his future than to dedicate his time to a girl. Not that he wouldn't mind a girlfriend. He admired the idea of companionship. He wasn't even specifically sexually driven. It turned out he thought it wasn't all that it was made out to be and could live with out it. Especially with the substitute of Shakespeare.



Ok so maybe he was a bit geeky, but he was a cool geek. Intelligent, hot and charming. What else could a girl want? After queuing for The Basement for much longer than fifteen minutes he was finally allowed inside. He wasn't sure how, he didn't even have to use his fake ID. He was of perfect legal drinking age. In England. Not here in America. He was fully aware the stricter laws and the fact you had to be 21. But he'd been drinking legally for a year and a new country wasn't about to stop him. And so in preparation he did indeed have a fake ID stating that he was 21. It had got him into The Hyde no problems, yet he wasn't sure if they were actually bothered. He hesitated at the entrance to the dance floor of The Basement. He wasn't about to just start dancing on his own now was he? No. Instead he scanned the club, trying to locate the bar. Finally he spotted it, he was stupid enough not to know that it was probably one of the most crowded areas of the club.



He made his way over, squeezing in between groups of people to get to the counter. He moved over to the side which was much less crowded, seating himself in the corner on one of the stools. There was no one around him and he felt far more comfortable. He watched the barmaid for a few minutes. Watching as her face distorted into different emotions. Her colleague wasn't exactly helping with the frequent demands of drinks she was getting. He was clearly much too busy flirting with the obviously under age girls trying to scam a drink without having to flash their ID's. It worked, and smugly they collected their drinks and off they tottered without so much as a glance back to the distraught barman. Surely he was used to it? He must have thought he was in with a chance then. Or perhaps he was new? Edward didn't particularly care, he shouldn't have fallen for the trick anyway.



Instead Eddie turned his attention towards the barmaid, gesturing for her to come over. He wasn't going to say anything seedy, it just looked like she wasn't having a particularly great night. Much like himself. "You look like you're having a whale of a time." He commented, raising his voice slightly over the deafening music. He half hated clubs and half loved them. One reason for the hate was because of the music. At a house party you could control the volume level, or move to a different room where the noise wasn't as ear splitting. Whereas in a club you had to bellow to be heard over the music and even in the toilet's he found that you had to shout to be heard. To be honest he didn't really know why he loved them. He thought there was a good side to everything. But right now he couldn't think of one up side to a club. The drink was dear, the music was loud and it was often full of perverts. Not that the pervert part affected him much. OK so maybe he just hated clubs. Which lead him to the question of;


Why was he even here?



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notes;; I do like him he's my good guy xD
wearing;; Outfit

HE'S A ONE STOP SHOP MAKES THE PENNIES DROP

[ghost6]

She saw the attractive stranger beckon for her to come over. She had to go over there anyway to fill someone's drink. Thank god her shift was almost over. Catching the glass one handed that tony had thrown to her, she grabbed her rag and wiped out the glass she had just caught and hurried to fill it. Walking over to the stranger she listened to him and paused for a second before saying "Heads up!." Jenny slid the glass now full of a cocktail down to the owner before drying her hands and answering him.

"Well Andrew and Katelyn both ditched today and Lars has decided to go on strike so yeah I have had to manage the whole crowed of Friday nighters with only Tony to help me, thank god that my shift is over in 15 minutes, because this music is giving me a head ache." She gave a little scowl on her otherwise unblemished tan face. Then as if remembering something she turned back around to face the stranger. "I am Jenifer Willow Case, Daughter of the Earl of Westire Estate." She said in a momentary slip. He didn't care, and he probably didn't get why she was working a non enjoyable job when she had millions in the bank. If he even new who the Earl of Westire was. Which she was praying he didn't.

{ooc: I am sorry for the shortness... I have like no muse!}