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Post by ALICE MADELINE VALKE. on Sept 11, 2012 0:34:55 GMT -5
Saturday night was prime night for going out with the girls, or simply going out in general. One of the biggest pluses of working at a school library was most of the time they didn't need her on the weekends. College students were out partying - just like she would be - and wouldn't care about math or science or language until they returned, frantic, on Monday. So what was Alice going to do on these precious days off? Spend some time out on the town of course! Not one to sit in on the weekends without some proper reason, Alice was slipping from the dewey steam of the shower and wrapping a towel around her slender mid-section as she hesitated not to slip on the cherry hard wood floor of her apartment and went about preparing herself for whatever kind of night laid before her. Though Alice thoroughly felt like she set the tone of the night as she slipped on the skin-tight body dress. It hugged every curve, from the pompous rise of her bum to the chiseled arch of her back and slight protrude of her hip bones. It looked as if it had been painted on her, a smirk of amusement dancing over her facial features as she painted the face she wanted. Smoky eye, red lipstick, all but classic in her opinion. The bold fire hydrant red lit up her green eyes, brash against the paleness of her skin. Silver accents of her Tiffany pendent and diamond earrings shone against the softness of her body, stuffing the tube of lipstick and her phone along with other necessities into the pop of animal print clutch. Heels as fiery as her personality and her lips slid onto her bony feet, prepared for what laid ahead the red-head stepped from her door - locking it behind her, and set out for what fun to lay ahead. The reassuring sound of the bass pumping from the bar soothed her heart and both accelerated her pulse. She pursed her lips, a sexy pout on her lips as she encountered the bouncer at the door. He gave a good, steady look before swinging open the door and allowing her inside of the musky, dank room. It smelled of mingling cologne and perfume, cigarette smoke and drunk people as she sauntered to the bar. She could feel the eyes linger on her frame, drinking in every ounce as she situated herself at the bar and crossed her legs at the knee. "Crown royal, please?" Her voice seemed to purr as she spoke, sliding over the three dollars as she continued to survey the scene around her. word count: four hundred and forty four words. outfit: click!comments: this sucks, I'm sorry. D:
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Post by OLIVER GRAYSON WYATT. on Sept 23, 2012 2:58:44 GMT -5
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now our lives are changing fast hope that something pure can last now it seems strange how we used to wait for letters to arrive but what's stranger still is how something so small can keep you alive we used to wait we used to waste hours just walking around we used to wait all those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
the villa was oddly quiet for a saturday night. oliver had been called in to one of the rare meetings he had to attend the day before. while the meeting had only lasted a couple hours, oliver spent the night in san francisco and returned to carmel early saturday morning. his latest set of friends had left town while he was gone and this meant oliver had no plans. it was very rare for oliver to find himself without any plans and he genuinely had no idea what to do. he had spent most of the afternoon scrolling through his contacts and making calls to people. quite honestly, oliver wasn't even sure who half of them were. still, everyone seemed to already be preoccupied. oliver's only choices now were to go into town and find something to do or surf (most likely drunk). seeing as how dying wasn't exactly an ideal way to spend saturday night, oliver opted to venture into town.
it had been a long time since oliver had gone into town by himself. most of the time, he at least had a group with him. however, this did give oliver a reason to wear something other than board shorts. while he got ready, oliver cranked up his stereo system. while oliver did hate living alone, he did enjoy being able to blast his music and as an added bonus, there weren't any neighbors close enough to complain. this also meant that oliver could sing as loudly as he wanted, not that having people around stopped him from doing so. in only his boxers, oliver was singing a lovely rendition of the song that was playing as he decided on what to wear. after a day of being in a suit, he didn't want anything too constraining, but on the other hand, it was time to do laundry. in the end, oliver settled for a striped tank top and black slacks. as not to seem too lazy, he threw on a grey blazer. taking one last look in the mirror, he shut his music off and grabbed his keys.
carmel didn't exactly have an exciting night scene and it didn't take very long for oliver to decide on blur. he nodded to the bouncer as he stepped into the bar. oliver took a moment to survey the room, carefully studying who was alone and who wasn't. it didn't take long for him to spot the attractive redhead seated at the bar and it was obvious, oliver wasn't the only one who had his eyes on her. before anyone else could take the empty seat next to her, oliver slid into the seat and waved the bartender over. "scotch and soda," he paused and glanced sideways. "and i'll get her drink too." handing over his money, he finally turned to look at the woman next to him. his eyes wandered for a moment before he made eye contact with her. "i've seen you at a few of my parties, but i don't believe we've ever met," sticking his hand out, oliver grinned at her. "i'm oliver."
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Post by ALICE MADELINE VALKE. on Sept 24, 2012 11:56:37 GMT -5
The eyes around her burned pathways along her skin. She could feel the attention, the awkward amount of people who surveyed just who the fiery red-head was. If anything Alice would attribute herself to being well known, and if she wasn't then she surely would be by the time these strangers left the bar. She remained cool, waiting pleasantly for her drink as she crossed her legs at the knee. Other than invading the bar she didn't have any more plans for tonight, with the crown royal placed in front of her she could hardly pay the bartender before the smooth male voice became apparent next to her. Shifting her gaze onto the tawny haired, bronze skinned surfer an eyebrow shot up in curiosity. Sitting next to her was no doubt the infamous Oliver and by the looks of it she was buying her drink. "Such a gentlemen." A mischievous look shone in those eyes, sipping on the rim of the smooth glass cup as he mentioned the parties that Alice had attended. Every single embarrassing moment swam through her memory, some ridiculous, some dangerous, some not very memorable and some which had surely been erased from her memory until now. If Oliver had seen her in a compromising situation than she couldn't change that now, but it hadn't stopped him from taking the seat next to her. "It's a pleasure Oliver, I'm Alice." A playful grin crossed her face, long fingers curling around the frigid surface of the glass as she raised it to her lips - the bitterness scorching down her throat before she slid the glass back onto the polished counter top of the bar. "What brings such a hot shot here tonight?" Angling her bar stool toward him she eyed him with peculiarity, everyone had a reason to be out tonight. word count: three hundred and five words. outfit: click!comments: short, and it's fine, I'm hanging around. <3
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