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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 7, 2007 16:59:02 GMT -6
The night was young and so was Jason. As he downed the last of his vodka bottle, he made his way lazily down the Strip. It was midnight, for he had been at the Playboy Club for a good two or three hours. The lights burned his eyes as everything seemed to be moving as a very fast pace. People were yelling, laughing, calling to each other and bumping into the drunk seventeen year old as the bags under his eyes drooped further. He looked like a mess. A delicious mess. The Playboy Club had been a success, with enough lap dances and licking to keep him coming for more. But, sooner or later, it was getting pretty crowded, and Jason had to admit. He hated a crowd when the girls got distracted by other perverted men. So, he had left. Now, he was looking for somewhere to jazz him up again. Get him steadily on the brink where you're so far off that you do wild things.
And that's when he saw Jet. Not the band - but the club. The music pounded throughout the Strip from the nightclub as Jason could only smile. This would be his sanctuary for the rest of the night / morning. He didn't need a silly I.D. He was a rich kid, and rich kids bought their way into the club. Night bouncers didn't exactly get oil company paychecks. He crossed the busy street, almost getting run over by a Hummer limo and then made his way to the front of the line. The bouncer groaned. The people in line groaned. He was just a kid. But no - because everyone gave him respect as soon as he pulled out his bundle of hundred dollar bills. He was let into the velvet rope, into the jungle nightlife.
His head spun wildly as he looked around the blinking colored nightclub. If anything, the only real color he could make out was blue, which was the main tone of the whole place. There were people to his left and right, but right now he wanted to slid into a booth and grab himself a bit more.. happiness, before he started dancing. Pushing a couple out of the way from a far cornered booth, he hunched over the table, his breath stinging with vodka, and took out his cocaine. He looked around to see if anyone saw him, and then placed it on the table in a little line. He then brought his nose up to it, pressed his finger on top of one nostril and snorted. Suddenly, his mind was fuzzy, his heart was beating faster and his energy was pounding. He was good to go. Jason smiled to himself as he wiped off the cocaine from the table, happy to himself that it was another night where no one had yet to catch him.
Until now, because there before him, a girl had caught him snorting the cocaine. And she didn't look too impressed. Nice one, Jason.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 7, 2007 17:14:07 GMT -6
Melanie Rose Westington Melsky was sitting at a booth with a beer in her hand. She was entertained enough by all these drunks [thought she was one]. She sat there smiling enjoying her night out. She was completly wasted and could barely walk. That would explain why she was sitting down and not dancing. She brushed her hair out of her face. She looked around some more to see if she saw anyone she knew. She spotted a boy she knid of new from her school, Jason Levesque. Like who didn't know him. But the question was, did he know her? Mel was pretty well known at her school. BUt she wasn't sure if he knew her or not.
So, she stood up, as best as she could, and walked over to him. She was wearing a black and red loose low-cut minidress, with red pumps. Not the best shoes if you know that you'll get drunk before the night is over. She had on some red and black plastic bracelets. And her hair was let down loosely. She walked over to him with her drink in her hands. She stumbled upon him as she got next to him.
In the blue light he seemed pretty attractive. But he was sniffing cocaine. That was just disgusting. She coughed just thinking of him. Of course that didn't make him seem any less attractive as he did before. She smiled at him slightly.
"Do you know how gross that is"
She asked him slurring her words.
"I'm mel by the way"
She smiled at him.
Then took another sip of her drink.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 7, 2007 19:00:18 GMT -6
Jason mentally cursed inside, but truly, he wasn't as worried as usual. After sliding the cocaine back into it's original velvet pouch, for he didn't want to lose a bit of Valkyrie Pier's specialty for Vegas crap, he looked at the girl. He knew her, only slightly, for he was squinting to make a good figure out of woman. She went to Valkyrie, definitely, because the only women he had met so far were the Playboy bunnies, and that was speaking for much. Although Jet was bound to introduce him to a million more, the girl in front of him seemed to interest him. What did she say? That it was gross? Jason tried to figure it out, but his brain wasn't in the mood to do so, as it registered a complete blank. A white flag. He scooted over in the booth, to get a better look at the girl. It all came into clearer focus, but her eyebrows, they looked like they were dancing. And her ears, they looked like they were drooping down to the floor. Everything was taking it's toll on his body - now.
"Haha, hello.. Mel..." Jason said, laughing because of the weird shapes that his brain was giving him. God damn, all he wanted was to dance. Just dance and let all this energy free. He stood up, sliding next to Mel and took her hand. "I know why you're here darling. Come on, we're dancing." Jason said, grinning mischievously as he brought the teenage girl into the middle of the dance floor. It was steaming, it was hot as Jason felt energy pouncing throughout his veins. He yelled with the crowd as the music grew louder. Sweating bodies were hitting the two of them, as Jason kept a firm, tight grasp on the brunette. Whoever she was, she was stuck with him. After a good couple of minutes, he moved them into the middle, while he slid near her as the start of a dance.
"Damn it's fucking hot in here! Come on baby, let's sweat it off. Come on baby, entertain me." Jason said, growling with the drugs speaking for him. He was going crazy as he dug his fingernails at his shirt and slowly tore it down the middle. A-hah! So he did have muscle. He felt himself almost lifting out of his body as he aggressively kept a hold of this girl. She was going to be his anchor tonight, for he felt that if he didn't keep his hands all over her he'd fly away to the next floor. But, he also wanted to be turned on, so yes - he needed her for more of a sexual purpose, but hell, he had lost his mind. The drugs were strong and they truly were kicking in as he yelled at the top of his lungs with the rest of the crowd when the chorus of a song came on. The music felt like it was wrapping him up and twisting him into all different kinds of shapes. Usually, for a sane person, this would feel terrible, and they'd be regretting the cocaine. But for Jason, well, this was what he lived for.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 7, 2007 22:41:04 GMT -6
She smiled at him
"Why else would I be here"
She told him as he led her out to the dance floor.
Mel was a pretty good dancer and she enjoyed it a lot. Also she liked to when she was with a hott guy. She smiled at him.
Melanie Melsky laughed as he tore off his shirt.
"See, I would do that to but i'm not strong enough"
She told him lightly running her finger up and down his biceps.
Mel smiled. She was glad she was having a good time, it's why she went out right?
After a few dances she led him back into the booth. She smiled and turned to him.
"So, have you been enjoying your time in vegas? I sure have had a fun time."
She said smiling seductivly.
Mel brushed her hair out of her face.
"Do you know how fucking hott you look right now?"
She asked him raising her eyebrows.
"it kind of scares me of what will end up happening tonight"
She raised her eyebrows smiling.
"If you know what I mean"
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 8, 2007 8:22:07 GMT -6
As minutes flew by, so did Jason's mood swings. One moment he'd be screaming at the top of his lungs and using this girl's hips like they were the steering wheel to his car. Other times, he'd be getting paranoid, almost as if everyone was breathing down his neck while he was on it. Everyone around him was disfigured. Hallucination. Another side effect. He knew it, and sure, he was used to seeing giraffe legs on the average every day clown at the Carnival after a snorting expedition, but now it was more intense. The vodka and cocaine in his veins bubbled and spouted, as his mind went berserk and his body uncontrollable. Everyone was blue, the music was tuning out of his own sound proof ears, and the girl in front of him was talking but Jason couldn't concentrate. Most know fear quite similar to a phobia, but sometimes it's just something that you don't want to believe is so. Jason was starting to worry he was screwed.
In all honesty, time didn't matter, but the two of them must've been dancing for an hour. He could feel his own sweat, maybe even hers on his own stomach. His shirt, he knew he had torn it off before, and wasn't intending on going looking for it the next morning. He had plenty of shirts, and besides, vintage Metallica was no use now a day. It must've been one or two in the morning as the two of them returned to the booth. Jason didn't want to. He wanted to dance more. He wasn't ready to settle down. If he was, he would've known he was using faulty cocaine. Reluctantly, he sat down and felt his insides spin this way and back. Sitting down only made him more irritated, along with the fact that his energy was still surrounding him. But then the girl mentioned sex. Hell, he was on drugs, but he could still read her, right? Did she just say she wanted sex? Right here on this table? God damn, Jason wouldn't have minded.
"Bitch, I already know how hot I am. Hey! You!" Jason said, calling to a sad looking man. Jason tossed a twenty dollar bill at his face. "Get me a vodka shot.." He said, pointing and his eyes becoming droopy for a second, but then caught himself. "Now!" There. That felt better. But as his foot jiggled and he flinched more and more in his seat, he couldn't help but slide out of the booth and lean on it. He couldn't sit; he just couldn't. He then took the girl by hand and kissed her neck. "On the table, right now." The drugs were taking him over. He felt and knew he was the cockiest man alive and felt proud. He howled in the club, his veins pounding from the electric power and junk that he had consumed. Little did he know that he was becoming so used to cocaine that his high wasn't going to be as high, and his low would be ever so low.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 8, 2007 20:53:15 GMT -6
Melanie Rose Mel raised her eyebrows as he got a vodka shot.
"Dude!"
She yelled at the guy.
"Did you forget me or something?"
She said smiling.
As he gave her the shot she got a spirk of energy. Must be a good thing because she will need the hyperness she usually is. She smiled and filpped her hair. Mel loosed her dress it was coming up her neck. She pulled it down as low as she could without revaling her whole chest. She turned to him as he spoke to her.
Melanie Rose Melsky got a big grin on her face as he grabbed her hand. But fist she thought about it. Was this right? Who cares it was Vegas right? And it's not like it had commiment of anything. If he was this easy she wasn't the only girl he would hook-up with in the nest day. All of the sudden all her thoughs vanished immedaitly. She scooted out of the booth quicky, with her shoes still underneath the table.
" You want me on the table? I'm on the table, hell i'll be wherever you want me"
She said hoping on the table smiling at him.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 8, 2007 21:23:18 GMT -6
Did he forget her? He gave her a quizzical look and noticed he hadn't ordered her a drink. Did he care? Of course not. He was simply using this girl for his own energy that he was given tonight. Jason watched as Mel seemed to be getting a bit tipsy, not like she wasn't already. He liked that. Her personality, that face, it was becoming a bit more familiar. He knew she went to Valkyrie, for he had seen that cleavage more than once in his life. [And if your wondering, yes, Jason is by far one of the most perverted rich Canadian assholes on the planet] She was hopping on the table looking like she definitely wanted as much ass as he did. Jason grinned, but he moved closer to her, now attacking her face with his tongue. Sure, the rush would only last for about an hour or so more, but he was savoring it while it lasted. He lay her on the booth table and was about to start crawling on top of her when he was pulled from the back.
"This is not a sex club, sir. Please, control yourself." A burly waiter said, looking flushed at the scene that was happening. It was quite unusual too. Two teenagers so drunk, so rushed, so out of it that they were about to bang on the booth table. It was a disgrace to some people, but a victory to Jason. Jason growled as he pounced off Mel and threw a flying fist at the waiter.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do. I will do what I want, when I want to. You want a side dish with that?" Jason growled, as people around the club gasped a little, while some other waiters helped him up. Jason could see blurred figures walk toward him as they grabbed him and Mel by the collars. They started screaming at the both of them, telling them to never come back and that if they ever did they were calling the police. Jason didn't care. Not one bit. But he wasn't so sure how the girl felt about it. Sooner than later, he was thrown out into the back alley of the club, the humid desert air making his chest heave. He looked to see that Mel had been thrown out with him. They must've thought she was with him as a date or something. He felt weak. Very weak. Vodka didn't mix well, nor did the cocaine that was settling and leaving his brain. Damn. Now he felt off.
"I need.. let's get.. water." Jason said in a dry voice, slowly getting up off the pavement of the alleyway. It was odd, because he felt some sort of bond with this Mel, for they had both been thrown out of the club for almost having sex on the table. But he let her stand up by herself. Like hell would he ever be a gentleman when he had his own shitty feelings to worry about. He needed to go back to the hotel. He was dehydrated, and even though this girl was just as drunk, she'd lead him to the hotel better than he could by himself.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 8, 2007 21:34:45 GMT -6
Black-Outtt
Mel sat up slowly, She stretched her arms out. At first she forgot where she was. A dark alley, a fimiliar place for her. Then she realized she wasn't wearing any clothes, another fimiliar feeling. Then of course she knew she had to turn to remember who she was here with. Oh yes! It was that boy she had gotten kicked out of the club with, that's why her back hurt, the guy was Jason Levesque. Then she remembered everything last night. Well almost everything, she had been pretty wasted. That was pretty hott when he got them kicked out of the club. She smiled.
Melanie Rose Mel looked around for her clothes. She grabbed her dress and undergarment and slowly put them on. Then she heard him wake up and she turned to him.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 8, 2007 22:03:28 GMT -6
[twisted ending, but finitio. hahah]
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