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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 22:29:24 GMT -5
"Close?" He whined, about to press for an answer. But the. Shewas asking if she wanted to dance, and Trayce definitely loved dancing. He took her hand and slid of the stool after finishing his drink and paying his tab, bouncing onto the dancefloor with her in tow.
He blinked as he realized the shift in music, but shrugged. Trayce supposed he could take it work enough. He swayed playfully to the music, laughing faintly at his own antics.
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Post by taylor on Jul 9, 2013 22:36:30 GMT -5
I'm glad that my tactic works for distracting him from going after my age again. I didn't think he'd get me thrown out of anything, but I didn't want to give out the information freely. I chuckle as Trayce leads me out onto the dance floor happily. I roll my eyes slightly at him playfully. "C'mere." I say, taking his hands to place them on my hips. I set my hands on his shoulders ebfore starting to wiggle to the music. It wasn't really slowdancing, so I wasn't that bad at it. I shake my head at myself before putting my head on his shoulder in an attempt to hide my own laughter.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 9, 2013 23:26:29 GMT -5
Trayce smiled, hands resting gently on her thinner hips. Not that he minded his looks. He was perfectly happy with them. It wasn't as if he were overweight. Not like he had the food to be overweight. He mentally frowned at the thought. That's right..
He moved with her to the beat of the music, snickering when she rested her head on his shoulder. But he enjoyed it. Human contact was always nice, especially when it wasn't flirty and dirty like he so often made it. He was such a social person.
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Post by taylor on Jul 10, 2013 11:01:06 GMT -5
I was a good dancer, just not to slow music. And the song currently playing was an odd cross of slow and pop. I had no clue how to dance to it. "Can we go sit back down?" I ask, pulling back to look at Trayce.
A giggle escapes me and I look back towards the bar. I wouldn't mind just continuing the conversation after I bought myself another drink, maybe one for my new companion, too- why not return the favor to him?
I look back to his face, raising my eyebrows at him.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 10, 2013 11:42:28 GMT -5
Trayce glanced at her ad she spoke, a grin crossing his lps. "Of course cl He hummed, leting her hips go and taking her hand to lead her back through the crowd towards the bar.
He took a seat on one of the stools, fingers tapping on the bar top as he studied the chipped polish on his nails before he glanced her way. He'd lt her decide their subject of conversation, not quite ready ro scare her off one way or another. He wanted to have fun tonight, too. And fun didn't come close to sitting at the bar alone.
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Post by taylor on Jul 10, 2013 14:26:50 GMT -5
"Thanks. I don't want to make a fool out of myself." I explain, shaking my head as if in exasperation. I let Trayce take my hand to guide me back to the bar, hopping up on a stool beside him. "Another cocktail, please." I say to the bartender, running a hand over my hair to ensure that it wasn't messed up or flat. I twist my ring around my finger thoughtfully, trying to think of how best to start a conversation. "Where're you from? You said earlier you move around alot." I ask, turning to face him as I waited to see what his reply would be. He was interesting, different from all my friends.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 10, 2013 14:36:18 GMT -5
Trayce was busy, somehow finding a way to be distracted. "Hm?" He turned to her as she spoke. "Oh, yeah. Ah, Orlando actually. Once upon a time Colton and I saved up for plane tickets and flew out to Seattle in Washington, eventually made our way to California, and kind of bounce city to city I guess. Now here we are. Small towns have always been intriguing." He smiled at her happily, shrugging. He didn't have to mention they went days without eating so they could get plane tickets at age ten, didn'tbhave to say they had nothing to take with them. Because common assumption by everyone who heard such stories was that it happened more recently, that they probably lived in an apartment together or something, that they'd brought luggage on the plane.
Common assumption by people was that is you didn't look like a street rat, you weren't homeless.
Common assumption was so often wrong..
But it kept even more judgement away, and Trayce wouldn't complain about that. Because not once had he lied to her tonight. He was just letting her mind do the work.
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Post by taylor on Jul 10, 2013 16:07:27 GMT -5
I nod as he answers Orlando. I'd been to Florida before, though just to the beach. Spring break was soon, maybe I could get my parents to agree to me and some of my friends going. I break myself out of my thoughts and offer the bartender a bright smile as I take my drink from him to stick the straw in my mouth, keeping my blue gaze on Trayce as he continued. From Orlando to Seattle to California. "You must have some stories to tell." I say, genuinely interested. I didn't like Gerede; it was too small for my tastes. I'd always wanted to live in a big city, though the closests was Los Angeles. "I'm from here." I add with a small shrug.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 11, 2013 2:02:58 GMT -5
"Perhaps," Trayce laughed, trying to think of any really interesting adventures they might have had over the years. "Here can't be that bad," He insisted. "I met you." A bubbly grin. Then he was back to thinking. "Hm. I went to my first concert in Seattle. The grunge and metal music scene is crazy out there. Makes sense though, considering the origins of grunge music." He nodded absently, just rambling to talk again.
"Anyway. My turn. Any hobbies?"
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Post by taylor on Jul 11, 2013 12:06:46 GMT -5
I take another sip of my drink, chuckling and rolling my blue eyes playfully as he goes on that Gerede wasn't that bad- I was here. It was true, but still. I nod as Trayce goes on that he went to his first concert in Seattle, then says something about how the grunge and metal scene was huge there. I wasn't into that type of music, but I nod again. "Hobbies." I repeat, quirking my mouth to the side thoughtfully. "I like shopping." I say, shrugging my thin shoulders. "Dancing is pretty rad, texting passes time. Hanging out with my friends is fun." I continue, nodding before looking over at Trayce with a chuckle.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 11, 2013 22:27:01 GMT -5
Trayce crossed his legs, kicking a foot slowly as he listened to her begin to list off the things she enjoyed. He nodded happily. "Friends rock," He insisted. Not that he had many, but he did make them fast. "Hm, for me, dancing, singing, writing music. I do enjoy friends." A faint laugh. "I don't know, I don't do a whole lot other than that to try and keep up with the money.." He admitted with a sheepish shrug.
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Post by taylor on Jul 16, 2013 13:50:16 GMT -5
I nod as he replies that friends rocked. I supposed they did, though sometimes they outshone me, which definitely wasn't good. I had to keep them in their places, sometimes, but it usually worked out pretty well. "Yeah. What kinda music? Like, the stuff you were singing, or do you write things totally different?" I ask, cocking my head to the side slightly. I chuckle as Trayce goes on to say that he just tried to keep up with money. "Money's usually a pretty good thing to keep track of." I reply, taking a sip of my drink and looking over at him.
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Post by Trayce Collins on Jul 22, 2013 14:47:32 GMT -5
Trayce nodded. "Yeah, sometimes other stuff. Whatever gets the most attention at the time. Teenage girls offer a large fanbase." He winked and laughed, agreeing to her next statement and shifting his weight. "So you're still in high school? Any awesome or dramatic stories to tell there?" He was grasping for interesting conversation, found it far more intriguing than regular conversation, and boring 'how are yous?'
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