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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 12, 2012 21:35:16 GMT -5
Nicholas was having a stare down with his drink again. Coke and rum. More rum than coke, the coke was just to help chase it down. This wasn’t the first night he was out sitting at the gentleman’s club watching the pretty girls dance. Most of them were pretty. The owner must of been particular about what girls danced where. Most of them didn’t care about him. He was okay with that. He didn't feel the need of gratification from some stripper. Watching the bodies move in the background, he signaled the girl for another drink. She was cute, not his type but some eye candy to look at. What number was it? Four, five, six? How many was he on? Was he even counting anymore? Why would he bother. He was nursing his long day of serving drinks to coffee addicts. He looked down at the screen on his phone. What now, what did people want. New message He wondered.. Probably Kayaliegh out drunk texting or something like that. That girl sure could get herself into huge messes. He left it. The girl was twenty for god's sake. She needed to slow down.
Nicholas watched the girl’s bodies swirl and turn as he downed his drink. Waiting for another drinking, he's eyes wandered. Looking around he was waiting for just one girl maybe just maybes to talk to him. He was craving for maybe some attention from some girl. Or atleast give him a run for his money tonight. He points to a girl as the waitress gives him a drink. what's her name?The waitress looks at him. Son, it doesn't matter what I tell you. You have had way too much to drink He shrugged his shoulder, he still wanted to know.
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Post by SAVANNA LYNN PEREZ. on Jul 15, 2012 23:54:50 GMT -5
It was supposed to be Savanna's day off, but since she had no friends basically or even a boyfriend or man toy for that matter, she decided to still come into work. She didn't mind coming in on her day off, she enjoyed what she did and she was actually one of the more popular girls there. As she walked out of the back room to just walk around the area and socialize, she was just in some underwear, not really leaving much to the imagination, but Savanna didn't care that much. As long as she was getting attention and getting it in, she was happy. But now she had just entered the main area and she looked around and didn't see any of the people she really danced for, so she decided to head over to the bar and get herself a few shots. once she received a couple, she took them back, making a slight face but they were delicious all the same.
She set the last glass down on the bar top and licked off the lingering poison from her lips and she looked around once more. Sav smirked when she noticed a familiar back of a head. It was Nicholas Slater. He's been in here quite a few times, not one of her regulars but she's danced for him before. Somehow they managed to become some form of friends and since she wasn't dancing right now she decided to talk to him. She turned back to the bar and ordered one more shot and when she was served, she took it and instead of taking it, she walked over to the familiar guy and leaned into his ear, "Here, you'll like it." she said to him as she stood on his side smirking her signature smirk as she offered him up the shot she had in her hand since she see that the server had turned him down from another drink. She knew that the girl wouldn't say anything to her because most of the girls there knew not to fuck with or step to Savanna. She practically got away with murder there. "Haven't seen you in a bit." She said to him after a bit.
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 20, 2012 0:00:56 GMT -5
A chill was sent down his spine as a voice was in his ear. He moved to see what woman was doing what to him. He had been cut off from his drinking by the bar tender which was a sure sign that it was too much. That wasn't going to stop him anytime soon. His eyes shifted to the side seeing the lovely Sav. Even better she was holding a shot of whiskey, he took the shot to his lips. The nice burn of whiskey burned down his throat. He cleared his throat. How did you know I needed this? He eyed her up and down. The black hair she wore way to well was down. He lingered to take it in his hands and play with it. This was the first tell tale sign that Nicholas Owen slater had way to much to drink. Maybe the world swirling would be the second sign. He let his eyes rest on her outfit. Lack of outfit was more like it with this girl. She wasn't dancing up there. She still wanted all eyes on her, wandering around in her underwear would do that for most of the people in this area. His eyes were on her for the night.
Been busy, picking up extra shifts of coffee and Kay. Kay crossed him mind often while he sat here. His little sister hated the idea of what any girl did up there. He looked every second of those bodies swirling. He gestured to the seat next to him, Would you like to sit down? He looked at the bar tender, She would like another shot, wouldn't she? The bar tender gave him a look. He shrugged. IT was the classic What can I say, I'm nick shrug.
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Post by SAVANNA LYNN PEREZ. on Jul 21, 2012 23:09:44 GMT -5
Sav watched as the guy turned to face her after she had spoke in his ear. She was siling her signature smirk that basically said she was hotter and better than any other girl here and she knew it. She watched as he took the shot from her and Savanna even raised her own shot and put her to her lips as she took hers with his. She made a face as the whiskey was strong, but she could handle it. He then asked her how she knew that he needed that and she motioned her head over to the bar, "I was sitting over there when I noticed you getting turned down by Stefani." She said referring to the server by her name. "They would be crazy to turn me down from something that I wanted here." She said to him, "Being good at my job gets me perks. I could get away with murder if I wanted to." She said as she noticed a shot girl walk by her and she reached over and grabbed one and then drank it down.
She felt his hand in her hair and she figured she could use his drunken stupor to get something out of it whether it be for business or pleasure. They had an interesting relationship. They were like friends but never really went out of their way outside of the club to hang out with each other, but when they were together it was always interesting. he had offered her the seat next to him and she nodded and then took her seat, but she draped her legs over his as she agreed to the server to bring her another round. She ignored his work talk and such and she rested her head on her hand that was propped up by the back of the chair. "So, do you want anything from me tonight?" She asked him as her voice was smooth and enticing as she let her fingers draw little circles on his chest.
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 22, 2012 2:07:56 GMT -5
The cockiness emitted from Sav's attitude. However, Nick was no where near sober so he didn't pick it up. The whiskey burn had not suit her face well, he was always curious about the burn for girls. Could they handle it. Stenafi, sh-sh-should not dictate ho-how much I've had to drink. He said, the drunk stutter was back for Nick. He was too far gone to even notice that it was there. Maybe the slur would give it away. Maybe, the way he couldn't leave the stool. he gripped the bar. Oh how the spins had made the return. Not that he needed this to throw off his game. The shot girl came by swatting away his hand and he went to grab two more. How many more would it take till he hit the floor
He remembered how he was toucher her curls. Moving them, twisting them around his fingers. Oh how he loved to play with anyones hair. He was curious how he would end up tonight, would he be paying her to go home with him. He wonder about their friendship that had formed over the extra nights he spent shelling out extra cash to take shots he could take at home. But if he stayed home, no pretty girls to watch him. Or he watch them? He moved to rub one of her legs out of pure habit. Then the question hit him. Umm, hmm, well. He thought over his words. His mind was begging for another shot.
Aren't you off the clock anyways? He blurted out trying not to slur or stutter. He removed his hand out of his hair. He was trying to make it seem less like he was feeding out of her tan little hands.
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Post by SAVANNA LYNN PEREZ. on Jul 26, 2012 23:10:12 GMT -5
Savanna had heard Nick say that the bar girls shouldn't decide when he's had enough to drink. And eyebrow raised when she heard his stutter. It was kinda cute, made him seem vulnerable but in an attractive way? Maybe. But she just let her legs linger over his as she continued to rest her head on her hand before lifting it up and quickly grabbing some more drinks off of a tray that was floating past them. "Well if I were her," She started off, clearly talking about the stefani girl, "I'd cut you off too." She said as she looked at him with her smirk, "But I'm not, so keep on going till you can't drink anymore." She said as she gave him another drink. Sure Savanna wouldn't let him leave here by himself. She'd call a cab for him to take him home. She would probably follow just to make sure he got in his home just fine. No one seen the caring side to Savanna, but when someone is belligerently drunk, well she was a human being, and Nick was...well she didn't know what he was to her, but she would see him home safely.
Sav looked at he continued to play with her long hair in his fingers, and then soon enough felt his hand on her leg. When she asked him if she wanted anything tonight he had kinda seemed uneasy, "Well I'm not making you do something you don't want to." She snapped as she then pulled her leg back. That was Savanna. She could go from calm to pissed in no time flat. He had then asked her if she was off the clock and she shook her head, "Not for another half an hour." she said to him as she glanced at the clock on the wall near them. "You know, the way you talk when you're drunk, it makes you seem like a newbie to the stripper scene." She said to him as she then drank her drink.
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Post by NICHOLAS OWEN SLATER. on Jul 31, 2012 17:05:56 GMT -5
Nick's eyes wander while she scooped another drink off a floating tray. He was reaching out his hand to grab another to have the tray moved up and over away from the out stretched hand. He let his hand hang there till he realized how stupid he looked. The world became blurry with such a fast gesture. He wanted everything to just slow down. The words sav was saying was floating in and out of his ears. Dangling her hair in-between his fingers, he listened to her talk. The world was making its drunken appearance. And nick was the key player.
His eyes traced her appearance, thinking to her. He wanted to touch her skin, trace his fingers along her lips. He moved his hand to her face. Half hour then we get out of here? He asked lingering with the question. She moved his legs off of him, he grabbed one. Noo no no, thats not how it works. the words slurred together so it sounded like it made one big word. Drunken or not, nick was getting bored watching the pretty girls. He had this sudden burst of courage. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, maybe it wasn't. he watched her lips to the cup, he licked his.
New to the scene? He scoffed it off, I'm no where no to this scence. He was thinking in his head. Neither was she. She spent as much time as he did here if not more than he did. She was a regular considering she was kinda of loner. Nick liked that about her. she did her own thing.
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