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Post by sevendogs on Mar 1, 2009 15:56:57 GMT -5
He wasn't even sure which club he was in, nor why, but his fake ID had gotten him seamlessly in. He had actually made quite a bit of money off of them back home and was half considering selling them at Elmendorf as well. Wouldn't hurt to have a little extra cash to keep up appearances.
Sojiro looked far from his usual self. Dressed in a tight leather jumpsuit, he had left half of it unzipped, chromed rings, buckles, studs, and zippers catching the club lights. Hair left handing and free, it was soft, clean, and streaked with temporary white color that glowed in the blacklights. Vinyl black boots laced up to his knees, he wore a pair of shades to make himself hide out smoothly into the club. If someone came in now, they'd probably not be able to recognize him. High shine lip gloss was something he would never wear to school, nor base and concealer to hide the dark circles under his eyes.
Taking a light sip of the Vodka in his glass, he moved from the bar, watching the crowd thrum to the beat. The dance floor itself was like a live pulse, but he just skirted the edges. Staying where it was less crowded, there was little worries he had at the moment. This had to be his.... Hell, he couldn't remember. All he knew was that he was probably buzzed out of his mind, which made it easy to deal with the crowd. But that made little mind or consequence to him. He was just here to unwind, and unwinding was what he was doing. But he knew he'd regret this in the morning. There were classes bright and early tomorrow.
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Post by Pandora Lafayette on Mar 7, 2009 22:59:36 GMT -5
Well. Of course, she had to have been carded again while coming into the club; it seemed like it had been the hundredth time in the past couple of weeks in which someone had asked to see her ID, and while the Italian girl may not always have remembered the finer points of American liquor laws, it wasn't her fault she tended to still look like a sixteen-year-old when she was, in fact, twenty-three. It was certainly one of her greater annoyances, but what was she to do? Too much makeup made one look trashy, and there were already enough trashy people walking around.
The pretty blonde was used to catching glances as she walked past in her short, flowing embroidered taffeta dress, the lace flowers reflecting the club's dim lights as they danced cheerfully about her knees. She had not dressed up in a while, but the ribbon straps of her heels and the string of black pearls that hung about her neck had quickly convinced her that she enjoyed it, at least every now and then. She preferred to be around the horses, but this was a good alternative; at least she wasn't at one of her parents' parties.
"Bellini," she requested simply, with a flirtatious smile towards the bartender as she sat down. She had pinned her long blonde hair up for the night, and as she glanced down at the counter a thin strand of it fell charmingly onto her face; she paid no real attention to it, and continued to take in her surroundings as she waited for her drink. Tonight would be fun, wouldn't it? |
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Post by sevendogs on Mar 8, 2009 17:33:50 GMT -5
He stopped on his way from the bar as he heard a familiar voice behind him at the bar. Sounded like someone probably from the Academy, as far as he could tell. Turning to take a look at the situation, Sojiro eyeballed the blond at the bar, ordering.... something. Wasn't she a trainer or something? But that made little matter to him. It looked like opportunity presented itself for him to be sociable. Besides, he had always heard of one trainer in particular being quite snooty. With any luck, the two of them could discuss the high life she probably had and he pretended to have through research.
Besides.... If she had seen him around, she probably wouldn't recognize him now, would she? Running fingers through his hair, he took a quick sip to settle the last thread of nerves he had left. Who knows? She might recognize him after a bit, but that took little consequence to him now. All he knew was that it was a good night for a good laugh and at least a shot conversation. Surprisingly able to hide his drunk swagger, he approached from behind, just off of her right as he quietly wondered what she was doing here. Obviously, it probably didn't involve a whole lot of dancing, especially since she wore heels. He had to reserve a snicker for all the tafetta and flowers. Didn't exactly look like club wear for a place like this, but he had no right to prod the point. She still looked good in it, not that it was much consequence to him. He thought a moment over a few movies he had seen, picking something appropriate for the Italian accent he had thought he heard. "Buon notte, principessa."
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Post by Pandora Lafayette on Mar 15, 2009 9:38:13 GMT -5
The Italian girl had not actually noticed Kitsune sitting at the bar until he had decided to approach her. In fact, she most likely would have continued not to notice him as he approached, instead opting for sipping her newly arrived drink and enjoying her night out. She would have, that is, had he no attempted to speak Italian to her.
The moment that one sentence came out, Pandora found herself attempting and almost failing miserably to hold back a laugh, though she did manage it more or less. She turned around slowly to face him, long legs uncrossing and one eyebrow raised, the collected smirk having returned to her lips. She slowly looked him up and down and, recognizing with amusement a student from the academy, slowly took another sip of her drink before giving him her reply. "Hmm, yes, good night indeed." She narrowed her eyes. "Though I believe I remember seeing that there were classes tomorrow, kid. Shouldn't you be studying or, I don't know, playing spin the bottle with your little friends?"
She decided to spare him the embarrassment of being kicked out by withholding her snide comment until after the bartenders and other workers had turned their attention away, though whether this boy really deserved it or not she was unsure. She did know, however, that he would probably never be allowed back in if she hadn't done what she just had, and that would just be cruel, especially to a stranger. Besides, she still had every opportunity to do it later. |
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Post by sevendogs on Mar 17, 2009 15:14:17 GMT -5
(*Coughs* Will see if this works on the cellphone. >.>)
Kitsune held back an irritated response to the woman. But he knew just how to respond peacefully in kind. If he wasn't totally hammered. And he was probably going to regret this in the morning. He gave a sideways glance to the bartenders and waitstaff a moment, unsure of just how far into earshot they were. Not too far, but it looks like they didn't hear.
"Ouch. Couldn't I say the same thing about you, then? Spin the bottle is for grade school brats who attend public. And studying is for chumps in school with nothing better to do." Smooth to skim clean over it, he knew better. He knew full well himself how different he looked, so he was sure that if he just kept playing stupid he was in the clear. Besides, Kitsune knew better than to give out his real name while he was out in town. At school was one thing. But when he was done up and had his hair in every direction like this?
"And that's very brazen to assume someone like you could assume I haven't found friends that aren't far beneath me, anyways." Unfortunately, Sojiro himself was far too drunk to realize he should have checked a new attitude in at the door. Better to be a friendly idiot than a totally social prick. Taking another sip, he had an expression on his face for once. Amused and slightly irritated, it was accompanied with a cocky smirk. Only one of them would walk away a winner if the little tiff kept going like this.
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