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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 16:01:12 GMT -5
I step up to the bouncer as he calls 'next'. I hold out my hand for him to stamp and he looks at me doubiously. I offer him a bright smile and a giggle and he apparently decides that I was old enough, stamping my hand. I looked a bit older than I was, and I was just glad that I didn't have to flash him titties this time. I stroll into Fyree, my light blue eyes scanning the crowd. I strut up to the bar, taking a stool in the middle as a techno song starts blaring overhead. "Cocktail, please." I say, smiling. He nods, apparently thinking that I'd shown my ID to the bouncer. I take the drink from him, taking a dainty sip from the straw, careful to to mess up my lipstick.
OUTFIT; click
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 16:25:18 GMT -5
OUTFITTrayce laughed as the song qued their entrance, nudging Colton on stage and bouncing after him happily before grabbing the microphone. Sometimes they only daned, bu occasionally hey'd go for singing too, depending on the crowd. It payed bigger, and neither had eaten muhc in a few days except what Zach had snatched from the store.
Both went through the motions on the floor, Trayce of course turning some things sexual to get a response from the rowdier of the crowd.
They danced, half undressed, and sang on the stage before Trayce laughed and glanced at his half blind friend, grinnin at the few tips gathered. What they made in tops would probably go to drinks.
They left he stage after two women came in to replace their shift, and it wasn't long before Trayce was hopping up on a bar stool next to a slightly more reserved Colton.
Trayce opened a tab and ordered them each a drink, reaching to cup the crotch of a guy that passed before snickering and eyeing the pretty blonde sitting a seat away.
Nobody could tell at first glance that the two actually lived on the streets.
Colton was distracted by a hole in his shirt, mumbling that they needed to save up for new clothes soon.
'Mine are all going to shit,' He said, the music loud enough that only Trayce would hear.
Trayce just nodded, telling the bartender to go ahead and put a drink on his tab for the gal.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 16:57:01 GMT -5
I take another sip of my drink, looking over to watch as two guys sang on te stage, both of them as I labeled under scene. I didn't really hang with scene people, I hung with the preps, and one of the guys had girl hair. I sniff and turn back around, taking a couple more sips of my drink before glancing over as the two guys came over, the chubbier of the two plopping down a seat away from me. I ignore them, instead looking over at a brunette in a plaid shirt who was standing on the edge of the gyrating and dancing crowd. "From the mister a seat down." the bartender says as he places a drink in front of me, nodding over towards the two. I flash a smile over to them before finishing my cocktail and sliding it away from me, twirling my black bowtie ring around my finger.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 17:03:08 GMT -5
Trayce grinned when she smiled over at them.
'You flirt wayy too much Trayce,' Colton drawled, and Trayce stuck his tongue out. "I do not," He whined, humming and sipping at his drink. She clearly thought that she was too good for them. He shrugged, picking at chipped nail polish and complained when Colton said he was going to go talk to people, leaving Trayce alone with the chick. He scooted over next to her eventually, not really one for caring much about personal space. "What's up?" He questioned, reaching to fix his septum ring before stretching some and downing the rest of his drink.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 17:14:51 GMT -5
He grinned back after my smile and I turn my attention back forward, listening the the rock song that the girls were playing as I take a small sip of my drink. I look over as the scene guy moves over to sit beside me. "Not much. You looked like you were having fun earlier." I reply, nodding over towards the stage with a light chuckle. He wasn't really my type, but I could roll with it, because the brunette obviously had his eyes all over one of the girls on the stage. "I'm Taylor." I add, blue eyes watching as he fiddled with his septum piercings before downing the rest of his drink. He was obviously a couple years older than me, so I couldn't begin to think of why he would dress like he was ten.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 17:26:47 GMT -5
Trayce glanced over at the stage as she said it looked like he'd had fun. "Yeah," He agreed, not trying to full on scare her away. "It's all we really have going for us right now. Pays the bills." He shrugged.
Pays the bills. More like payed for their next meal but hey she didn't need to know that. And he was too bubbly to be a downer.
"So," He lowered his voice a bit. "What's a pretty gal like you doing here alone with no friends? Because I know you aren't old enough to get in here." He winked.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 17:36:48 GMT -5
I nod sedately as he replies that it payed for the bills. I take another dainty sip of my drink, raising my eyebrows as he toned his voice down to a whisper. I roll my blue eyes and look away before a moment to think of a reply. "Because." I start, placing a single hand on my hip. "I didn't want to bring me friends. I wanted to have fun." I reply, shrugging my narrow, thin shoulders as if it didn't matter. "Don't you have a name? I told you mine." I add innocently, hoping to divert the conversation from me being underage. I absentmindedly take another sip of my drink, waiting for him to reply.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 17:43:57 GMT -5
Trayce laughed. "Good excuse," He teased with a wrinkle of his nose. She asked about his name and he blinked. Oh, right, he'd been distracted for a moment and completely forgot. "Ohh, yeah. It's Trayce. Or Tray, or whatever you want to call me." He shrugged, humming thoughtfully. "And my friend you saw is Colton. But he's a lost cause." He laughed, watching his buddy trying to avoid the male currently flirting with him, and shook his head before drawing his attention back to the young Taylor character before him. "You come here a lot? We've only been here a few weeks, bounce town to town, never really stayed one place long.But perhaps this time will be different. Who knows." He was rambling, talking just to talk, and finally shut himself up as he brushed hair from his face and watched her curiously.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 17:57:17 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows at his comment, pretty sure that he was being sarcastic. "Nice to meet you." I reply, twisting around on my stool to pull him into a hug. Why not have some fun? After all, that was why I told him I'd come here. I nod as Trayce goes on to say that his friend's name was Colton. I raise my eyebrows slightly as I look over to where he was attempting to get away from another male. He was gay, apprently. I didn't mind homo men, but I didn't like lesbians or bisexual women. They always got all sorts of attention from men whenever they kissed or something. I mean, why get turned on by a lesbian if they weren't even attracted to you. "No, not much." I answer, shaking my head while taking a small sip of the drink that my company had got me. "I hope you stay, you seem pretty cool." I say, nudging him with my elbow playfully.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 21:20:46 GMT -5
Trayce laughed as he was hugged, patting her back and chuckling a bit until she leaned back again. He cleared his throat, raising eyebrows in challenge when she nudged him. "Oh yeah?" He smiled a bit, asking for another drink and spinning around on the stool once. "I dunno. I think you're the interesting one." A playful grin as he patted her leg.
"You want another drink?" He took his, taking a sip, but knew he hadto watch how much he spent. Colton might kill him if he bleww most of it in one night.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 21:46:41 GMT -5
"Yeah." I reply playfully, a smile on my face. To my surprise, it was real. I was enjoying Trayce's company. I watch as he spinds around on his stool before patting my leg. "I'll take that as a compliment." I say, rolling my blue eyes as if offended. I rub my lips together, hoping that I hadn't ruined my lipstick yet. I'd put it on perfectly, and I didn't want to mess it up in the first ten minutes of getting here. "No thanks, I can get my own." I reply, shaking my head at his question. I'd taken money out of my little piggy bank, not wanting to use the prepaid Visa card that mom had got to on drinks. That wouldn't look good if she found out, though she didn't really care how I spent it. "How old're you?" I ask randomly, raising my eyebrows at Trayce.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 21:54:31 GMT -5
Trayce only nodded in response, not about to complain tha she was buying her own drink. He took another sip of his, bobbing his head to the music. "For the record it was a compliment," He assured, smiling brightly, the acion curling his lops flirtily as usual.
He glanced her way again as she asked his age, and he rolled his shoulders, then shrugged. "Twenty-three," He drawled, tilting his head to the side a bit as if to try and figure her own age out in response. "You?"
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 22:07:29 GMT -5
I chuckle as he replies that, for the record, it was a compliment. I knew it had been, but I'd been trying to be funny. I take another sip of my drink, nodding silently as Trayce replied that he was twenty three. I take another sip of my drink, hodling up a finger to tell him to wait. "Guess." I reply teasingly, smirking at him. "Not one of those feel your tits tell you age things, though." I add, pretending to be disappointed. Maybe later, but not now. I look down at my nails as I waited for him to guess my age, hoping that he wouldn't get it right. I knew I'd have to tell him eventually, but maybe I could skirt around the whole thing. I raise my blue eyes to meet his thoughtfully.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 22:12:29 GMT -5
Trayce smirked happily at the challenge. "Mm..." He drawled. "Twelve." A laugh. "I'm kidding. I promise." He smiled at hercomment, shook her head. If she said so he supposed he wouldn't touch. He wasn't always one to listen though, so perhaps she was lucky he was being a good boy. Kind of.
"Hm I dunno. Eighteen, nineteen?" He shrugged. She seemed mature enough. Han again, a lot of people probably did around him most of the time. He had such a carefree attitude that often, it overcame his better judgement, got him into plenty of trouble.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 22:18:53 GMT -5
I stick out my lower lip as he spits out twelve, pretending to be offended. "You better be kidding. I know I'm short, but, seriously." I warn, glancing away from him for a moment to take a sip of my drink. "Close." I reply casually, hoping that Trayce wouldn't persue the topic of my age any further. My blue eyes look past him out to the dance floor and I finish the rest of my drink, sliding off my stool. "Wanna dance?" I ask with a flirtacious grin, offering him my hand to go out onto the dance floor. The song changed to something slower and I mentally make a face, but I would roll with it. I wasn't much of a slow dancer, though, and hopefully I wouldn't make an idiot out of myself in front of strangers.
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