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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 12, 2007 21:05:47 GMT -6
Nodding at her, feeling the pressure on his right arm, Blake obediently followed his friend from the resturant, out into the street and towards Coyote Ugly. Not really saying much to his friend as she lead him down the dark, crowded streets of the Las Vegas strip, the English male simply let his mind wander and let memories surround him inside of a bubble. The good times…the bad ones…the different person he had been in London.
His vision clearing slightly as the bight, flashing “COYOTE UGLY” sign flickering brightly among the many other signs along the strip. Smirking slightly at Mel, Blake pushed his thin body past the rather large, muscular bouncer and into the dark, crowded and smoky bar. “Remember, you owe me for coming here with you.” Speaking quietly into Mel’s ear, his accent thickly cutting through his words, the magician raised his left eyebrow at her, noticing her giggling all the way to the bar.
“Do I really want to know?” his tone wry, and his smirk vague, Blake leaned against of the walls near the long, dark countertop of the bad, arms crossed over his protruding ribcage. Placing his left ankle across his right one, leaning on his shoulder, Blake simply faced Mel with his eyebrow still raised at her.
Really, he was quickly beginning to regret coming here and even thinking about London. He knew he hadn’t been a so-called “good” person when he lived there. Alcoholism was a problem. As was violence. Even those long, cold nights curled up on his bedroom floor, an orange-bottle of prescription pills clutched in his hand as he downed them, feeling the high. He had been self-destructive then, even more than he was now. His medications had nearly tripled in two years. He had been arrested twice. Suspended three times for fighting. Oh, the list goes on…
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 12, 2007 21:21:20 GMT -6
Mel smiled as she skipped along the streets pulling Blake. She felt like a little girl pulling there dad to take her for Ice cream or something. She laughed at the thought of Blake being her dad. Then she remembered the picture of Blake back in London and laughed even harder. She skipped along in her short purple dress and black pumps. She was having a bit of trouble with her shoes. She was also having trouble with keeping her dress down. Oh well.
Mel went past bouncer giggling. Mel never had a problem with getting into clubs. She looked older than she was so it was never a problem.
“Remember, you owe me for coming here with you.”
"Oh Blake, you know you like it. "
She said laughing.
"So Blake, the next time we go out we need to get you looking like you did in that picture. Then you can come as my date."
She said smiling as she hopped up on a bar stool. The thing was Mel felt drunk almost all the time, She really didn't need to drink anything. She smiled at Blake.
"So, were the Clubs in London better than the ones here?"
She smiled asking him.
"If they are then we are definatly going there this summer! Just you and me!"
She said planting a kiss on his cheek, while giggling. [/sup] |
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 12, 2007 21:40:42 GMT -6
Simply rolling his eyes at her comment, Blake looked down at his friend and shrugged. “Oh please, I can’t look that different.” Straightening his body slightly to sit lightly on the bar stool next to her, the English magician shoved his pale hands into the pockets of his jeans and boredly inspected the countertop in front of them.
Raising both of his eyebrows at this question, he shrugged, looking over to her again, a slight smirk on his face. “Well, it really all depends on where you sat on the social ladder. For me, I controlled half of the party scene in London, so they were a hoot for me. For someone who I could control, not so much. But, generally, they’re mostly the same. Different music and more attitude, but pretty much the same.” Replying to her completely from memory, he rested his chin on his palm, elbow sitting on the granite counter.
Letting his long legs twist into a complete mess at the base of his stool, he tilted his head to the side at this. Go back to London? He had, actually, always thought about it. Of course, it would be strange, uncomfortable and definitely a new sort of experience, but might be worth doing. Letting his face contort into a slight smile, he lowered his tone slightly. “We’ll see.”
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 12, 2007 21:55:18 GMT -6
She smiled at him. He must have been some hott stuff in London, Well he could be hott stuff here if he looked like he did back in London. Then Mel had an idea. She grabbed Blakes arm and pulled him over to the boys bathroom.
"Blake I have an idea"
She told him grinning. Mel pulled him into the guys bathroom. It's not like she hadn't been in there before, remember Mel would never turn down a dare.
There were plenty of guys in there. Doing what guys do, smoking, puking, and fixing there hair. One guy had some gel. Mel walked up to him.
"I'm borrowing that for a sec, thanks"
All the guys turned in the room as they heard a girls voice, But Mel didn't care. In fat she remebered some guys, she had slept with most of them already.
"Ignore my i'm just in here for a sec."
She told the crowd.
"okay Blake get ready!"
She told him smililng and putting the gel in his hair. She smiled at one of the guys who had a nice leather jacket.
"Could I have that"
She took it off him and put it on Blake, she smiled at her finished product.
"Blake, you have no idea how hott you look right now."
She told him smiling, leading him out of the bathroom, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. She was really attracted to this new Blake, he didn't even look that different. |
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 12, 2007 23:03:12 GMT -6
Not even really having a second to say anything, Blake simply stayed silent while she satisfied herself. Rolling his eyes slightly, the Brit crossed his arms over his stomach. Jerking his head away slightly, he smirked. “Besides the fact that you have no idea how to do my original fauxhawk,” Raising his own left hand to straighten out his newly heavily gelled hair, Blake look over at her, eyebrows still raised.
Shivering slightly at the buttery fabric fell over his lithe torso, he shrugged again, frowning slightly at her. Remaining wordless, he quickly slipped off his own blazer and silently followed her, still frowning. Okay, sure, he looked more like the London-esque magician, but he continued to let his pale face remain contorted into a look of mild confusion. This really was confusing him. Hadn’t he sworn himself off from the life he once had back in London? Especially in Sin City, things could get way out of control. Something he was not overly fond of.
“I’m pretty sure I don’t,” shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Blake kept his tone soft and eyes more or less on the bright lights in front of him. This was all too weird.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 14, 2007 22:10:50 GMT -6
“Besides the fact that you have no idea how to do my original fauxhawk,"
She smiled at this, while taking a seat in the bar stool next to him.
"Get over yourself, boy"
She said to him smacking him in the arm playfully.
Mel was in a very playful mood.
She looked at him. He looked soo hott right now.
Mel couldn't believe her eyes. Or what was going though her mind right now, if you know what I mean.
"Blake, you are one sexy brit."
She said smirking.
Mel was turing into the crazy girl she turned into around guys that turned her on,
She pulled herself onto his lap.
She grinned the whole time.
Mel gently brushed her fingers though his hair,
looking into his eyes the whole time. [sorry it took so long for this crappy post  ] |
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 16, 2007 16:25:33 GMT -6
Smirking slightly at her words, Blake let the barbell at the end of his left eyebrow raise. “You’ve known me for how long? We both know I never do that.” Not really responding to her playful slap, the English magician simply let his legs entangle themselves around each other even more at the base of his stool. Looking at the back wall of the bar, where they stored the glasses and drinks, his chin resting boredly on his palm, Blake shrugged again. He, on the other hand, wasn’t in the most playful of moods. More like a reflective one.
His mind constantly remembering various memories from London, he found himself becoming more and more homesick with each thought that passed through his mind. Tilting his head to the side slightly, Blake smirked at himself, a particular memory flickering before his eyes. It had been one of the countless posh events his father had dragged him to, complete with tuxedos and beautiful women in floor-length ball gowns not seen outside of the Oscars. It had, actually, been one of the first times he got into a fight. At fifteen, surrounded by others with more attitude than yourself, they seem to like to poke fun at you. So, after more than an hour of that, Blake finally decided to throw a punch, right there, in the middle of the event. Well, let me just say that he wasn’t invited back much after that.
Feeling his friend crawl onto his lap, Blake’s vision cleared as he looked right back into her eyes. “Uhm, hello.”
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