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Post by ella02 on Nov 5, 2006 19:42:26 GMT -6
One place you could almost always find Mark was Salsa. He loved the feel of the place, the mood. At this current moment he was on the floor dancing with some gorgeous Spanish lady. After several minutes of fast-paced dancing, he bid her good eve and walked off the dance floor panting. He walked up to the bar and ordered a light beer, and once he received it, walked back to one of the small tables littered around the room.
He was dressed in a nice white shirt, with a black jacket over the top. Black jeans covered his athletic legs, making him look very pretty. And to tell you the truth, he was all alone. He needed someone to come and cheer him up, perhaps talk. [/sup] |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 19:47:50 GMT -6
His chest froze as he sipped the drink, two hard fingers holding tight to the thin necked bottle while he shifted uncomfortably.
The only good thing about mexican clubs and such was the fact that they sold alcohol to anyone, as long as they were getting some form of money for it. Sure it cost an arm and a leg just to get it, but hey! He had that kind of money! Silly parents still sent him a monthly pay to keep his phone bill paid and his credit card stocked, so he could care less.
Spencer smirked and looked down at the half-empty bottle.
"I may need a refill." He said to himself, leaning back on the bar and looking around. His handsome blue eyes were cut in half by the two bangs of hair and his ash-blonde locks hung loosely on his head.
He looked so handsome in the light, standing there alone with nothing better to do.
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 5, 2006 19:49:20 GMT -6
It was in Jessi's nature to be fashionably late, so of course she walked into the club about two and a half hours after the club had opened it's doors to the public. She scrunched a handfull of her waves with one hand and then straightened her mid-thigh length, fire engine-red dress.
Heels clicking, she made her way to the dance floor, finding someone to dance with, she started her night out with a nice provacative dance. She broke the dance off as the song ended, and moved further into the crowd of people on the dance floor.
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Post by ella on Nov 5, 2006 19:52:47 GMT -6
Kimberley wandered into the bar, obviously bored. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead in this place, but something had called her here. It was obvious she needed someone to talk to, and found that person sitting alone with a beer at a table. Her cousin.
Wandering over to him, she gave Mark a smile and sat down in the chair beside him. "Hey couz," she said with a laugh, and stole a sip of his beer.
"Oi, get your own," Mark laughed, but let het have the rest anyway. He didn't really need to get drunk on such a lovely night. And why spoil the chance to score a hot babe just because he was drunk. Stupid idea.
Mark looked over his cousin's outfit. A black, cocktail dress, with spaghetti straps. A red flower was placed in her straight blonde hair. She looked very pretty indeed, and Mark told her so with a smile and a nod.
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 5, 2006 19:53:38 GMT -6
Bridget danced her way through the crowds at Salsa. One of her favorite clubs, well every club was her favorite club. There were only four. She just loved to go and dance and party. Most people know it was one of her favorite things to do. It made her feel good.
Tonight her hair was down. Curled, like most of the time. Yet, tonight she had a white and red flower in it. It went the whole theme. She also wore a red dress that she had designed. It was a halter and went down to a tiny bit above her knees.
She went up to the bar and orders a wine cooler. One of her favorite drinks. They didn't really even care if you were of age, none of the clubs did. They just cared about the money.
She walked and saw Mark at the table. She meet him when he about scared the crap out of her. She walked over to him.
"Hey," she said to him," don't scare me tonight."
She laughed at what she said last.
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Post by ella02 on Nov 5, 2006 19:57:47 GMT -6
Mark smiled at Bridget when she walked over, and Kimberley let out a whistle. "Hot dress," she told the girl who had just approached, and laughed. Mark gave her that 'go find a victim' look and Kim rolled her eyes, standing up from the table. "I'm going to get a drink," she smiled, and walked off to the bar.
Mark grinned at Bridget and offered for her to sit down. "I can't make any promises. I may scare you with my goofiness," he warned, and gave a laugh. Yes, he was a big goof, but he really couldn't help it. It was in his nature to have fun in life and not give a stiff about what anyone said about him. |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 20:00:53 GMT -6
"A dance?" He asked himself, half amused at his own stupidity. Ofcourse, Spencer? Dance? Ha! He didn't know too much about dancing. Except for those annoying little slow-dances they forced him to do because they thought "How cute, a six year old dancing!", but those lessons slowly slipped away from mind.
His blue eyes flicked.
So many fae's.
He could sense the excitement as hips grind and lips purged upon brimmed glasses of drinks.
He let out a sigh, leaned forward.
"Is there someone I know?"
His own voice seemed drowned out by the music, and he liked it. He loved days like this, where a pounding headache was matched by a pounding DJ!
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 5, 2006 20:03:45 GMT -6
She looked along the bar, spotting several people she knew. She didn't make any effort to approach them, but didn't hide either. If they wanted to talk to her, they'd approach her.
She grabbed onto one of the guys dancing close to her and turned herself around so they were facing the same direction.
ooc: OMG SHORT!
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Post by ella02 on Nov 5, 2006 20:06:08 GMT -6
Kimberley stopped at the bar and nearly screamed when she saw Spencer. A smile was placed onto her lips and she slowly moved towards him. "A dance, sengor?" she asked him politley, and smiled. Of course, she was not Spanish, Mexican, French or anything exotic. She was Irish. Not exotic at all.
Still smiling, she waited for his answer while standing there with her hands on her hips and in a slight pose. It was something she did while she waited.
ooc Oh, gosh, short. *dies* And I should of switched accounts but meh.
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 20:08:08 GMT -6
When she came up on him, he jolted back, one of his feet slipping from under him and almost throwing him down.
His hands crawled the bar before such a disaster could happen though and without at all any hesitation from that brief...drop, he swung an arm around her shoulders and whispered.
"Oh, dear. It's so embarassing!" He looked at her, smirked, "I have no idea how to dance!"
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Post by ella on Nov 5, 2006 20:14:07 GMT -6
A smirk cam across her lips as he placed an arm over her shoulder, which led to her giving him a little wink. "Hmm, I can help," she whispered back, and took the hand that was not around her shoulders and tugged it gently. "Come on love, I'll teach you."
She then let his hand go, stepped out from under his arm and gave him a little wink, walking off onto the dance floor. If he wanted to dance, he could follow her. [/sup] |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 20:18:52 GMT -6
He stumbled forward, a very lusty expression on his cute face.
"Well, then..."
His hands slipped from the bottle and there it sat as lonely as Spencer when he had first shown in the place, but the abandonment on the drink was for a good cause.
He strut across the room, the open wings of his jacket flowing around his body as he did and then he froze at the corner.
He lost her! GREAT!
He crossed his arms, stared out with the icy and curious stare, looking for Kim.
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Post by ella02 on Nov 5, 2006 20:22:18 GMT -6
Mark looked at Bridget for a moment and then excused himself, saying he was going to get another drink. A little lie, but only a white one. He walked onto the dance floor to look for Jessica, and when he found her, he gave her a little tap on the shoulder and then a tiny kiss on the cheek. "Hmm, hello doll," he said with a laugh, and stood looking at her.
God damn she was pretty. He made her jealous that she was so good looking yet such a little tease. "Wondering if you wanted a drink?" he asked her casually, and gave a smirk in her direction. |
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Post by ella on Nov 5, 2006 20:29:31 GMT -6
A smile came across her face as she saw Spencer standing cross-armed and icy stared at the corner of the dance floor. It made her giggle under her breath.
Kim came up beside him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Looking for me?" she breathed into his ear, and put one arm around his shoulders and the other hand on his elbow, head on his shoulder.
"Let's dance," she whispered gently, and slowly pulled him onto the dance floor. |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 20:30:51 GMT -6
He smiled at the perk, but when she yanked him onto the dance floor, he suddenly felt...weird. Not embarrassed, but more along the lines of akward.
"Do we really have to dance?" He asked, raising a brow, yanking her closer to him.
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