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Post by nevaehwhitley on Jan 29, 2011 19:05:34 GMT -8
 
A chilling wind blew right through the young girl as she parked her truck, her heels clicking against the walkway as she entered the Basement. There was hardly anyone outside; just a few drunk males and a girl probably waiting for a pick-up. If there was security, there was no need to worry. She always carried a fake ID, and looked like she was in her twenties, instead of being only eighteen. A lot of people mistook her as older, but who needed to know age? It was just a number, anyways. Nevaeh opened the door, the heat and smell of alcohol hitting her like a tidal wive. She liked the intensity of clubbing, it always kept her on her toes. A few heads turned as she walked towards the bar, her long black hair flowing loosely as it shimmered under the bright lights. She had a purpose in her walk, her feet placing themselves gracefully as she neared the bar, only to find a man pulling up a seat for her. She gave him an "are you kidding me?" look, and walked around to the other side, where a couple of females were almost falling off their stools with drunken expressions plastered all over their features. It would have to do.
She pulled up a stool at the bar, the young male bartender not even caring about ID. She gave him her smirk of a smile, and asked for a couple shots of whiskey to start the night off with. He willingly obliged, Nevaeh swigging them down with ease. The burning in her throat almost felt renewing, in a way. She hadn't had any alcohol since she had moved here, which was a week ago. She wasn't much of a drinker in the first place, but loved the sensational feeling when partying or having fun. She pushed the glass away, heading off to the dance floor. The bodies encased her, and soon she was dancing and having a good time. She held up well in her heels; clubbing was almost second nature to her, especially when she was dressed up like this. It was only to impress, and nothing more. They always became uncomfortable after a while, but no one really cared about shoes when you were drunk and dancing like lunatics.
A few more songs later, she eased her way out of the mass of people, her body starting to hurt from the constant moving. She got to the bar again, and asked for a beer this time, Nevaeh surprisingly taking her time with it. She laughed along with others that were just plain drunk, and even took place in a couple of the conversations. It was all fun and games, to her. In fact, she hardly even believed that she would be going to her own home tonight; usually going out like this meant a one night stand later on. She was ready for it, however, and enjoyed the attention while it lasted.
Getting drunk was another thing that usually occurred. However, she was still sober by her third beer. She never really became drunk easily; the alcohol had to be strong, and she would have to have quite a few glasses of it. At this point, she chose to be sober for a little bit longer. You never know what exactly happens when you're drunk, and she liked to flirt when she was fully in control. As these thoughts crossed her mind, she gently swigged the last of her beer and listened in on a few conversations, her breath-taking smile never fading. She kicked her long, tanned legs up on the bar, presumably having a great time. Besides, she loved to have conversations with drunk people; it always was hilarious and extremely easy to stay occupied in a conversation.
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Post by nevaehwhitley on Mar 9, 2011 16:50:36 GMT -8
BUMP !
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