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Post by kerli on Jan 13, 2011 13:52:56 GMT -8
ViKA MORGAN [/b][/i][/size]  LET HAVE A TOAST A CELEBRATION GET A GLASS OUT
a n d w e c a n d o t h i s u n t i l w e p a s s o u t[/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/center] Vika wasn’t normally seen dead in the Hyde, it was a place for those who were too old for the basement or the desperate teens wanting to get in on the social life. She wouldn’t place herself in either category, she was nearly twenty and although the laws were different over here, she had been drinking since she was about sixteen. Nevertheless, a combination of having just paid out her stable rent for Magpie and general unemployment meant that the Tuesday’s ‘serving shots after two drinks’ gag was starting to look extremely attractive. Sure, there wasn’t going to be the same calibre of eye candy that there was at the Basement, but one has to compromise. It was either that or a dry night.
Although the weather was cold outside, this didn’t seem to affect party goers choice of short dresses and high heels. Although she didn’t expect to be doing much dancing in the bar, Vika still made sure she dressed up none the less. Under her thick winter coat a thin, vivid green top hung in a flirtaceous manner off one shoulder, one laced bra strap lurking in its place whilst the emerald coloured garment layered over her slight body and showed a hint of smooth skin. Shorts would be the last thing on someone’s mind in the middle of winter, but not for her, and they were short shorts. If you were going to wear shorts that was the only way to do it. This and a pair of standard heels and she was all ready to go. No doubt she had been given strange looks on the bus, but she didn’t care. At least she had a social life and was going out.
As predicted, no one stopped to ask for ID when she walked into the Hyde and straight over to the bar. As her hair cascaded down the nape of her neck and over her shoulder in the way that makes men want to know what it would look like fanned over their bed sheets she ordered a dry martini and waited for her drink to arrive. Having taken her coat off and slung it precariously over the stool next to her Vika leaned on the bar in a similar way that a big cat lounges on its favourite tree and regarded the crowd before her in general distaste. She didn’t keep eye contact with anyone in particular, save they might come over and that would just be embarrassing. Then again, Vika was playing on the stereotypical person who came to this sort of dive.
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Post by brycecordell on Jan 15, 2011 18:46:09 GMT -8
  and don't you dare say we can just be friends
i'm not some boy that you can sway
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I realised now, that I had become a creature of habit. Every day, I woke up, went to the barn, or work, whatever came first, finished the rest of my day, and every night, I was at one of the local drinking holes, in search for exactly what, I wasn’t sure. A drink, or two maybe, only hanging around long enough to figure out if there was anyone worth pursuing there, before I would head home, and the cycle would start again. It had been a lot like that since I was in my teens, since I could first pass off as twenty one, something I didn’t have a problem with now, since I was past that age, or drifting through whatever parties were on at the time. And, tonight was no different, as I hit the Hyde this time, rather than the Basement.
I walked, as usual, I didn’t live too far from the clubs, so I didn’t really see the point in driving the short distance, and if I was going to drink, then I didn’t really want to drive afterwards. Spring had hit, but tonight was one of those nights that felt like it was still winter, so I dressed for the weather, shrugging on my well worn leather jacket as an afterthought, my customary flask of vodka and packet of cigarettes resting comfortably in one of the pockets. Smoking wasn’t a big habit of mine, I only ever really got the urge when I had been drinking, I figured that with the rest of the abuse I put my body through, there was no point in doing any more damage by taking up smoking full time. The line at the Basement was packed when I passed it on my way to the Hyde, and I was thinking my decision had been the right one, too many people, and it was sometimes harder to pick out who was worth picking up, not to mention it made it harder to tell if they were already taken.
The Hyde was quieter, a quick glance around told me that there wasn’t much pursuing here, but oh well, I’d have a drink, see what would happen in the time it took me to finish it. Most of the girls I saw, I guessed were probably underage, and I made it a rule to try and avoid that if I could, even I wouldn’t risk jail for a bit of casual sex. I weaved through my way through the people, to the bar area, which had escaped my quick look over when I had first entered. I was far from disappointed by what I found there. Vika definitely stood out, possibly because I caught an air about her that reminded me of myself, and I figured she was probably looking for pretty much the same thing I was. What was I even talking about; I didn’t really know what I wanted past sex.
I approached the bar, as always, confident but not overly so that it made me seem cocky, ordering myself a glass of whiskey. Now for the tricky part. Well, it wasn’t hard, exactly, but most people didn’t know how to approach someone without seeming overly eager, or desperate. The trick was to stay a little aloof, but not too much so, let them know you’re interested without laying it on too thick. Too many times had I seen other men make that mistake, and I was glad to say I’d never received a drink in the face once in my life. “Now, I’d expect someone dressed like you to be over at the Basement. What are you doing in this dump?” I said, tones casual as I pulled my wallet from my pocket, handing money to the tender to pay for my drink, who didn’t seem offended by my slight against the bar he worked in, instead, letting out an amused snort of laughter as he went on with his work.
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Outfit Clicky
Muse Pump It - Black Eyed Peas...haven't listened to this in ages, forgot I had it xD
Notes Thar we go...well, that was quite long xD
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