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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 8, 2007 21:52:37 GMT -6
Las Vegas, Nevada. Sin City. What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas. Does it? Most of the time, no. Not unless you have a fling with someone who doesn’t know your entire name or phone number, or anything of the sort. A place where the party never stops. Night is day. Day is night. The lights are never off. Stripping is a common part-time job to help pay for University. Prostitutes roaming the dark alleys and streets of the Strip are just like seeing a deer in a National park. The entire city had more attitude than anywhere else in all of North America.
So, maybe a quiet someone who hates a party wouldn’t really fit in well in Sin City. Las Vegas. Whatever. Oh well. Blake was still asking himself why the hell he had signed up for this stupid trip. Valkyrie Academy had enough drama on the tip of its finger to last him. But in Las Vegas? Oh boy.
He hadn’t even bothered to keep in touch with many of his fellow students during the trip. Besides a few club trips, hours staggering around the Strip and sitting on the window sill in his Suite, Blake hadn’t seen much of anybody. So, getting out of a nice, casual dinner with a close friend might be nice. A good sense of normality. Something he wanted a few dozen syringes of right now.
Close friend? Probably his only one at Valkyrie, and she was a good one. So why have an attitude about that? Exactly. Blake saw no reason, so he didn’t have one. Having made quick reservations at a rather posh restaurant located down the Strip, he still didn’t bother looking the part of a rich, spoiled teenager. Dressed in a simple pair of dark, looser jeans, a simple black button-down and grey blazer, he ignored the expressions of remorse on the hostess’ face when he arrived in the dark setting.
Raising one of his hands to rest behind his neck, Blake sat himself in the corner booth silently, ordering a quick water and beginning to set up a small game of Solitaire with the ever-present deck of cards in his possession. Okay, so he had a little problem. But, whatever.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 8, 2007 22:05:38 GMT -6
Melanie Rose Westinton Mel walked into the restraunt. She had made some plans here with Blake. One of her best guys friends. She barely had any guy friends. Most guys she hung out with, hooked up with her and she never saw them again. Blake was diifferent. Sure, they have had night where they were a bot more than friends but whatever. Mel was glad she had such a nice friendship with him. Also, he wasn't like any of her other friends either, he was more sane. She liked that, It gave Mel a chance to actually be herslef around someone. She was actually pretty sane when she was herself. And Blake was one of the only people she was herself around.
Mel thought this was a pretty cool dinner to have, So it was an excuse to wear a dress. She loved to dress up and did it whenever she could. Tonight she was wearing a loose royal purpe mini dress with some black pumps and black beads. She spotted Blake across the room.
Mel smiled and walked over to him.
"Hey."
She said almost really quietly.
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 8, 2007 22:27:24 GMT -6
Looking up at Mel’s familiar voice, Blake let his pale face break into one of the first smiles of the entire Sin City experience. “Hey, you.” Tilting his head slightly at her soft tone, the English magician gracefully pulled his cards into a neat, square deck and lightly placed the dark playing cards back into their battered cardboard box. “Thanks for meeting me tonight,” nodding at her as he said this, Blake pushed the box of cards into the pocket of his blazer ruefully.
He was, too, very thankful for the good relationship or friendship that he had with her. Besides being pretty much his only good friend in America, let alone at Valkyrie, he trusted her with nearly everything. Almost. No one except a chosen few got to know what happened behind closed doors.
Of course, he still was appreciative of their secure friendship, and trusting aura. It, also, gave him a chance to drop any sort of illusion that the other Academy students wanted from him. Or he wanted from himself…he really didn’t know.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 8, 2007 22:34:46 GMT -6
Mel smiled at him. Hanging out with im alwyas got her in a cheerfun mood.
"Thanks for inviting me"
She smiled. The oggd thing about there friendship was that they could tell each other anything, Like Mel would feel totally comfortable about telling him what heppend last night at the club.
"So, Are you enjoying your time in Vegas? I sure am. You'll never believe what happened to me last night..."
Mel let out a laugh.
"By the way you look very handsome tonight."
She smled telling him. Of course Mel thought Blake was very attractive, but almost alwyas thought of him as justa friend. She loved having such a close friend as him. Like she knew he wouldn't tell anyone her secrets as she would do the same for him. It was different than having a girl gossiper as your best friend. She has had many of those girls hang out with her, and she liked hanging out with Blake ten times better,
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 8, 2007 22:44:24 GMT -6
Returning her smile, his a brief one, only flickering over his lips quickly. He had to admit, which wasn’t something he often did, that having one-on-one time with Mel got him into a better mood as well. Usually. Leaning forwards slightly and crossing his arms atop the wooden surface of the table, he tilted his head to the side again. “Well, besides the fact that I usually hate a non-stop party, it’s been better than I thought.” Trailing off slightly, he shrugged. Smirking slightly, the English magician raised his left, pierced eyebrow. “Besides the fact that I probably don’t want to know…what?”
An amused glint in his bi-colored eyes, Blake leaned back in the booth lightly, continuing to watch her, wordless. Flushing slightly at her comment, the ruby-red of his blush captured his entire neck, even bringing a bit of color to his pale cheeks. “Ditto to you.” His tone rather rushed, he tilted his head again. Really, he hated compliments. He never knew what to do with them.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 9, 2007 17:01:25 GMT -6
Melanie Melsky let out a laugh. She smiled at him.
"Okay, so you prbaly don't want to know, let's just say, well do you know Jason Levesque? Well we got kicked out a a club and yaa..."
She smiled. Mel looked across the table at him.
"Ditto to you."
She couldn't help but blush. Sadly Mel didn't get many compliments from guys, all they wanted to do was get in her pants and forget about her. But her and Blakes friendship was way cooler than that.
"Thanks."
She said smiling.
For the past weeks Mel had been so excited for Vegas, but it wasn't all it tunred out to be. I mean, she didn't get all the attention from guys she was used to at school because there were lots more people here. But Mel loved the adrienline rush of sneaking into clubs and other fun stuff.
"So, Blake this is probaly a stupid question but, have you been to any partys here yet??"
She asked him though she knew that she already knew the answer.
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 9, 2007 17:33:45 GMT -6
His face draining of any of its remaining, Blake slowly tilted his head to the side and frowned slightly. Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. He knew Jason wasn’t a big fan of him, and he wasn’t a big fan of Jason either. He represented a lot of what he stood against, but whatever. To each his own. Resting his elbow on the table and putting his chin on his cupped palm, he smirked slightly, resentment still gleaming maliciously in his eyes. “If it didn’t involve you, I’d say that he’s a creep.” His tone bitter, the English male shrugged again.
“I’m just speaking the truth.” Twirling the straw from his water around gracefully in his left fingers, he shrugged again. For him, Vegas was just how he thought it was going to be; a non-stop party for Valkyrie students. Ugh. Even he, the king of hating parties, had gone to a few clubs. Not really had any one-night stands, but still. He had gone there for the experience and atmosphere. No sex. No drugs. And definitely no alcohol. All of which had gotten him into some trouble in the past.
Parties? No…not really. Smirking slightly at her question, Blake shrugged. “Mel, you’ve known me for how long? You know I don’t often do parties. But yeah, I went a club a few times. But that’s about it. You?”
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 9, 2007 17:47:52 GMT -6
Mel thought about what he said. Were him and Jason not friends? Well Jason didn't seem like the type who would befriend Blake. But neither did she really. He did seem really arrogant, But whatever.
"It doesn't matter, The sad thing is he probally didn't even know my name."
She said,
" Blake, I'm such a Slut!"
She said trying to look sad, but she started cracking up.
“I’m just speaking the truth.”
He was so sweet. Oh well, not like she could like him like that or anything. She was to slutty to like him anyways.
She smiled at him.
“Mel, you’ve known me for how long? You know I don’t often do parties. But yeah, I went a club a few times. But that’s about it. You?”
She laughed at that.
"Oh you know, I'm not really the party type, you of all people should know that!"
Mel told him trying not to crack up.
But she broke and started laughing.
"What kind of question was that, Of course i've been to parties. We should throw a party! That'd be some fun times huh?"
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 9, 2007 17:56:18 GMT -6
Rolling his eyes slightly at her comments, Blake grinned faintly at her laughing. “Well, I wouldn’t put it past him,” speaking wryly, a grim flicker in his eye, he shrugged again. “Nah, sluts are the ones who go into a strip club to strip. Everyone has one-night stands.” His head tilted to the side slightly, the English magician continued to boredly curl the straw in his right hand.
Smiling slightly, his entire face lighting up with it, making him look like an actual human being, a sick one but whatever, Blake looked at her. “If you’re not the party type, then I haven’t known you for long enough.” Been to, hm? Not really wanting to know how many, he rolled his green eyes again, a wry smile curling over his grim face.
Throw a party? Blake Kalmojenovic? Son of the famous producer? The one who had sworn himself out from partying after having too many bad experiences back in London? Not a chance. “Fun times for you, maybe…” Trailing off, his voice turning bitter once again, Blake raised his left eyebrow at her.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 10, 2007 13:01:06 GMT -6
"Nah, sluts are the ones who go into a strip club to strip. Everyone has one-night stands."
She laughed at this.
" Oh really? Everyone has one-night stands, Even you Mr. Blake Kalmojenovic? How many one night stands have you had latley? Huh?
She asked laughing.
Blake wasn't the most friendleist type she had met. It's not that he was mean, it was that he was shy. She liked that about him, someone not insane to hang out with.
“Fun times for you, maybe…”
She looked at him, poor Blake, he was so not the party boy.
"Well, we should go to a party tonight at least. You need to meet some girls. Trust me there are many out there."
She smiled at him,
"Blake, they are waiting for you"
She said cracking up. Blake was so fun to hang out with. And she was having fun just sitting and talking, not was she was used to diong with guys. But that's pretty much all they did together, talk. And Mel enjoyed every minute of it. |
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 10, 2007 18:21:26 GMT -6
Smirking slightly at her statement, he wryly rested his chin on his palm, elbow positioned on the dark wood of the table. “Yes, everyone.” Flushing mildly, a faint red color coming onto his otherwise colorless face, Blake shrugged. Well, everyone does have a past. “Yes, even I do. More in London, but one or two at Valkyrie so far.” Having been a very hard partier when he lived in England, Blake had sworn himself to never enter that scene again. It messed him up too bad.
Letting his bi-colored eyes roll to the back of his head briefly, the English magician smirked again. Trust me, he knew there were plenty of girls out there. Usually too many to count. Still, he didn’t trust any of them; besides Mel, anyways. “Are they now?” Raising his left eyebrow, Blake leaned back against the over-stuffed cushion on the booth, hands now twirling a fork around in their long, thin fingers.
He enjoyed simply talking to her as well. Of course, he knew how to party just as well as she did. Doesn’t mean he liked it. Of course…did he? After the attitude and endless parties of London, he was unsure of what the partying scene of California, America in general, apart from Sin City, was like.
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 10, 2007 18:32:36 GMT -6
Mel couldn't help but smiled at him.
“Yes, even I do. More in London, but one or two at Valkyrie so far.”
She laughed at this.
"Blake do you realize that if you've only had one night stand, it would be the one we had."
She smiled. But believed that Blake has had more than one. He was sweet once you got to know him, and definatly good looking.
"Yes Blake, Everyone parties a little harder in london."
She laughed. Mel had been to London a few times. She has some good memories from there, that's where she got her first boyfriend, When she was 9.
“Are they now?”
She laughed at this.
"Yes Blake, They are all calling your name.
Go Blake, Go to them!"
She said laughing.
"So, I am serious about us going to a party. Did you make any plans for after dinner?"
She asked him, the thing was is that Mel wanted to party tonight, and thought brining Blake along would be fun. |
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 10, 2007 18:41:52 GMT -6
Shaking his head slowly at her, he merely shrugged. “No, I’ve had another one when I’ve been at Valkyrie. Everyone does, do they?” Smirking at this, Blake pressed the prongs of the fork into his wrist lightly, leaving a small marking on the pale flesh. “It’s different if you’re a tourist going there for a party. Last year, if you take what like…Jason does and multiply that by fifty, you’ll get all the crap I did with the raving scene in London.” Beginning to miss his home-town terribly, memories soon flooded right into his mind, clouding it slightly.
Everything from performing his first magic trick to the first time, at fifteen, when he had gotten arrested. Yep, those were definitely not the days that he was proud of. Well, they were a good defence in tight situations, but other than that, they haunted his every movement.
“Well, they’ll have to suffer, then. After dinner?” Raising his both of his eyebrows at this, he was silent for a moment and softly sighed. “No, I didn’t make any plans. Depends, where would you want to go?”
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Post by melskywestington on Apr 10, 2007 18:52:08 GMT -6
Mel was definatly curious of whom he had the other one-night stand with, but she wasn't nosey enough to ask.
It’s different if you’re a tourist going there for a party. Last year, if you take what like…Jason does and multiply that by fifty, you’ll get all the crap I did with the raving scene in London.She smiled at all of this.
"Wow, Blake I never knew that you were such a bad boy."
she smiled raising her eyebrows.
No, I didn’t make any plans. Depends, where would you want to go?”
She smiled at this, Mel had an idea. She didn't believe that Blake had been such a bad boy. Hmm, She though. What would make him come out of his shell?
"I know where I want to go Blake. I want to go to the coyote ugly bar. Are you up for it?"
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 10, 2007 19:51:55 GMT -6
Smirking slightly, he shrugged, head tilted to the side slightly. Yeah, he had been a bit more of a trouble-maker than he ever really let on. And, generally, he had too many good reasons for it. Reasons which no one but himself could know; for now, anyways. “Well, no one here really does. But here, look;” pushing his left hand into the pocket of his jeans, Blake withdrew a miniscule digital camera. Turning it on quickly, he pushed a few buttons until a few photographs came up, from the week leading up to leaving London.
Turning the piece of technology around, he motioned to the screen. Displaying on it at that moment was a photograph of him; hair spiked upwards into a violent fauxhawk, a leather jacket covering his track jacket and arm around an exotic-looking brunette. “That was one of the biggest parties in all of London, that night. Trust me, I was so wasted, it was ridiculous.”
Smirking again, he nodded. “Coyote Ugly, it is.”
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