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Post by m4ry3 on Feb 1, 2011 19:48:00 GMT -8
 somehow i always get strongerHer manicured pinky finger dipped into a small bottle of lip gloss, she puckered up and dabbed the gooy, shiny liquid onto her plump, pink lips. It was Friday night, and she was surely not staying home alone. Dixie stepped away from the mirror, turning on the focet and washing the clear lip gloss away from her tanned hands. Her nails got a brand new french manicure today for the occasion. This was her first night out on the town in Addision, hopefully she would meet someone interesting. Dixie scrunched up her blonde curls, spraying a little more hairspray before letting the hair fall where it wanted to go. She gave herself a one over, making sure everything looked perfect for tonight. She knew the game, she was nineteen but she looked twenty-one or older. And if she was carded, she would lean over a little bit more, allowing the bartender to get a view of the goods. She always got what she wanted, no matter what it took.
A hot pink tube top fit snugly to her big boobs and thin stomach. A pair of rhinestone Miss Me's hung on her hips and designer fashion boots were on her feet. She was ready for the clubs. She added a few touches of jewlery before spritzing herself with a vanilla body mist and turning off the light as she walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed a leather jacket off the hanger in her room, pulling it over her arms and grabbing her hot pink and black clutch. She was tan with long blonde hair and a body to kill for, and she loved to flaunt it. She went down the stairs of the house that she shared with her older brother Lane, whom was at a Rodeo this weekend, and walked out of the door, locking it behind her and getting into her truck and pulling away from the house.
Dixie had only moved to Addison a week ago, and had barely been able to get out to search what the town was like between unpacking, visiting with Lane, and keeping her horses in condition. Not to mention college. She was a busy girl, but she always took time out of her schedule for some fun. It was just how Dixie was. She was nineteen and crazy, just like the song says, and she sure did get crazy. She liked jack daniels and beer, not wine and smeirnoff. She surely was not a sissy type girl, she knew how to take down her liquor and knew how to scrap during bar fights.
Dixie pulled up to The Basement, the club that came up when she googled "clubs addison, texas". She decided it looked trendy enough to go to, like some of the clubs that she went to in Dallas. She gave herself a one over in the mirror on her visor, ruffling up her hair to try and give it some more body, not that the thick, blonde locks needed more volume though. She killed the ignition, putting her keys into her pocket after locking the doors and getting out. She smirked a bit, hearing the music from inside, ready for a cold one and some dancing with hot boys. She was not shy when it came to the boys either.
She began to walk towards the door, her right foot falling infront of her left like a runway model, hips swaying as she walked. She walked up to the door, smiling to the bouncer and winked to him, pulling her ID to prove she was old enough to get into the club though he didn't ask. He opened the door, letting her through and into the night scene of Addison, Texas. A random dance mix, technoish song blew through the speakers, lights flashing and zooming around, falling over sweaty bodies as they danced on the dance floor. Muscled boys holding the hips of petite girls as they moved. She smiled, making her way through the crowd, feeling the eyes of some men on her. She B-lined for the bar, perching on a chair and leaning over the bar a bit, her green eyes fluttering up to the man that was handing out the drinks. "Can I get a jack and coke sweetie," she asked, putting her clutch on the bar and pulling out a ten dollar bill. The guy smiled, taking the money and grabbing a glass.
A few moments later he handed her a glass of ice and a drink, she took a sip letting the smooth jack and syrupy soda fall down her throat. Her eyes catching on a guy that walked up next to her. She was like a cheetah, when she saw the prey, she would pounce on it. "And I'll buy whatever he is having, just put it on a tab.." she added, smirking turning to face the person that just approached.
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Post by brantley on Feb 1, 2011 21:36:49 GMT -8
Brantley needed a night out. It was as simple as that. He wanted to get wasted and take a random girl home to make him forget about all his troubles. He needed to forget about things..forget about her. She was constantly clouding his mind, and quite frankly Brantley was sick of it. He hadn't been with another girl since her and it was time that he moved on and forgot. He was too much of a player to be tied down to one woman, and that was exactly why Brantley had told her that they could only sleep together. He knew it was a douche move, but it needed to be done. Now he could live his life and have fun. At least, that's what he thought. Brantley only knew how to have a good time with liquor and sex. He liked it that way. No strings attached.
That's what he told himself as the twenty two year old hopped out of the shower and got dressed for the evening. He threw on a pair of True Religion brand jeans and a turquoise v-neck before slipping into a pair of Osiris sneakers. A quick glance at his watch told him that it was time to head to the bar. He liked to wait a little bit before he went, allowing all the interesting people to already be drunk and ready for fun. Brantley looked in the mirror and ran a muscled hand through his dirty blonde hair, sending tiny droplets of water into the air. The thick strands of hair landed messily in all different directions and he smiled, pleased with how he looked. He sprayed a little bit of cologne in the air and it clung to his body, sending a swirl of good smell into his nostrils. He nodded into the mirror, satisfied with his appearance. Brantley was all about appearances. He was one of the few men around here that actually liked to look good wherever he went. Even just going to the barn, he still had to make sure that his outfit was acceptable. If it weren't for the fact that his world revolved around women, one might think that he was playing for the other team. He actually had a high appreciation for homosexuals. In highschool, there was one kid who had the greatest fashion sense and Brantley envied him.
Brantley walked out of his apartment and got into his Camero, heading toward the bar. He arrived in less than five minutes. He had chose the apartment for that reason specifically. Brantley loved the night life and couldn't stand living far away from it. He loved being the center of attention. Brantley parked the expensive car and made his way into the club, intent on finding a girl to waste the night with. His eyes scanned the crowd as the music blared and the lights flashed. He smiled to himself and strode confidently across the dance floor to the bar. Brantley leaned against the counter easily and ordered a beer. He noticed a gorgeous blonde sitting next to him and he shot her a grin. Brantley grabbed the drink from the bartender's hand and took a sip, chuckling at the blonde's words. Hm, he liked an aggressive girl. He raised his glass to her and nodded, "Thanks, doll." He tipped his head back and took another swig of alcohol before setting the bottle on the bar. "I'm Brantley." He gave the girl a once over and raised his eyebrows at what he saw. She was drop dead gorgeous. Brantley grinned to himself, eager to get the night started. He knew he looked good, and now he had found a woman to spend the night with. Things could only go up from here.
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Post by m4ry3 on Feb 2, 2011 9:25:17 GMT -8
somehow i always get stronger Dixie was a different kind of girl; she was loud, independent, beautiful, strong, and athletic. She drank with the boys, knew how to fight, and could hang with the men. That was the perk of being the only girl in a family of boys, you learned the tricks of the trade and how to stand up for yourself and not let a man take advantage of a situation. It didn't mean that she was cold to people, she just knew how NOT to get all ran over and stepped on. She was open to people and very friendly, and when she saw something she liked she went after it. It was what most men found attractive, and why she was able to get the lawyers, doctors, and other successful business men in her hometown of Addison. She was different, that was forsure, but in a good way.
She loved clubbing and clubs, just as much as she loved quiet little country bars. It was not just the alcohol, which was totally a bonus, it was the dancing, the people, the music, and the total aurora. She was a people person and loved to be the center of attention, and she loved to dance just as much. She brought the sweet liquid to her lips, taking another long sip. She didn't need coke with her jack, she could drink JD straight out of the bottle, but she was planning on getting hammered tonight. She had people to do and things to see, and that person was standing next to her now and had just spoken his name, after a sweet thank you. "You're welcome darlin'," she replied smoothly, she called almost everyone darlin' or honey or baby, and her famous words were 'bless her heart' when he came to talking about someone.
She listened to his name, 'Brantley', that was a cute name. She had a typical southern family name. She was supposted to be a sweet, debutaunt anyway, but things her parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "I'm Dixie," she replied, turning and facing him, her green eyes doing him a one over. He was not just cute, he was hot. He also looked a little bit older then her, which was always a bonus in her book. Call her weird, but she liked the older guys. She had no fear and was not ashamed either. "Pleasure to meet you Brantley," she added, her Texas born accent sticking out a bit. But she didn't have a whiney, fake accent. She was Texas born and Texas raised, and her accent lay in the undertone, only because as a child she had a weird speech impediment, therefor she went to speech classes and was taught to speak properly, though she still didn't add 'ing' to all words cause 'in' was better.
She had plans tonight, plans that involved climbing into bed with a handsome man and having a hell of a night. Wether the bed was her own at her brothers house, or the guys, it didn't matter. Lane was out of town anyway, which was a good thing because he was entirely too protective of her. She was the baby of the family, she came out 2 minutes after her twin brother, so she was youngest. Her dad had always been protective of her, and passed that job down to her brothers the older they got. It was a gift and a curse, but she felt she could handle her own situations, though Lane had gotten her out of a few pickles! She ran her index figer around the rim of her glass, her green eyes looking up at Brantley, "Do you dance, Brantley?" she asked, poking her finger at an ice cube in her drink. She brought her finger to her lips, taking the jack and coke off her finger. Dixie didn't need liquid confidence, confidence pourd out of her. With a body and beauty like hers, it was not needed. She smirked at Brantley, standing up from her chair grabbing his hand, leading him towards dance floor anyway, stopping in the middle and nestling her hips up towards his, begening to move towards the techno, club music.
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