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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 20, 2006 20:11:31 GMT -5
"This One" Elizabeth grinned pulling into the parking lot. She let the car run idle for a moment, letting the song Finnish and she turned the car off. "You Down?" She said pulling her eyes away from the club bouncer. Old time, Good friend. No Need for an ID. Elizabeth slipped off her non-brand name shoes, and reached down where Cole's feet were, plucking up a pair of black Jimmy Choo boots, almost the exact same thing. Labels were everything here, how sad.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 20, 2006 20:29:20 GMT -5
Looking up at the club through the window, Colby nodded. "Looks good to me," he said, moving his feet slightly so she could reach down better for her boots. "Of course I'm down. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here right?" he asked, smirking and raising his brows at her.
Opening the car door, he stepped out, closing it lightly and stretching upward. "So let's go party Miss E.V.," he concluded, waiting for her to get out her vehicle. "Hmm, you single?" he asked suddenly, not about to have someone in his face complaining about him being up and close to his girlfriend. He didn't have time for idiots like those. Usually he'd just walk away, as on the rare occasion he was out to have fun, it had happened before. With those loose girls who seemed to forget that they had a man, or just felt like getting down and dirty with the first guy they met. She didn't seem the type though.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 20, 2006 20:35:16 GMT -5
Elizabeth got out. And Smiled at Cole. "If I wasn't signal, I wouldn't be here, now would I...I'm not /that/ crazy." She said, her smile turning into a smirk and walking over to his side of the car. "Your Gonna walk me in, and all right..." She bite her bottom lip and then batted her lashes, in a dramatic-enough-to-tell-she-was-joking way. "I don't want to get lost" She smiled again and gently clicking the little butterfly against her front teeth and giggled, knowing he heard he that time.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 20, 2006 20:42:28 GMT -5
"Ha, just checking. Never know with girls these days," Colby said before chuckling lightly at her little eye-batting thing. It was sort of...cute. "Fine, I'll walk you in. Since you asked so adorably and all," he said with a smirk, slinking his arm around her waist and starting to walk towards the door. "You should thank your lucky stars you're so pretty," he added teasingly, before looking at the line. "You know somebody here? I don't feel like waiting in a line," he mused.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 21, 2006 9:33:05 GMT -5
"Are you hitting on me??" Elizabeth joked and she accepted his arm around her waist, and looked at the bouncer again, double-checking to make sure she got the right guy. Elizabeth suddenly whistled to get his attention, and giggled when he looked over. The large man waved them through the door, without the need to show IDs. When it comes to clubs, Elizabeth is connected. Elizabeth flipped the her hair, on the side Cole wasn't standing on and took a second to think what she wanted more, dancing, or a drink. What a hard desion... Elizabeth turned and looked to him for an answer.
E.V. could feel the floor vibrate under her feet, and the listened to the music that played in the club. Elizabeth took to the beat instantly going over it in her head.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 21, 2006 14:33:33 GMT -5
"Hitting on you?" Colby asked with a raised brow and a little smirk. "I don't hit on anyone," he stated matter-of-factly, just before they entered the club. The music was loud, but that was exactly what made the club scene absolutely perfect. It didn't hurt that he had a beautiful young lady with him to enjoy it either.
After a cursory look around, he switched his gaze to Elizabeth's face, catching her questioning glance and immediately knew what she wanted to know. "Drink first, dance after," he said near her ear, having lowered his head to right by her face. He didn't feel like shouting over the music, and that was his reason for doing so. Straightening up, he zeroed in on the bar, but waited on her so as to see if drinking was what she wanted to do.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 21, 2006 14:43:17 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "Who is buying, Me or You?" She asked, and looked at the bar,seeing the female bartender. She took in buy the arm, and lead him over. "Hi Whore" Elizabeth said to the female, and grinned, as she turned around. On the womens low cut black halter was a name tag reading 'Cade'. "Heyy, Bitch, What Can I do for you," She girl looked at Cole, "And you man-friend?" "I want one of those run coke things...I the long island ice tea glasses. " She clapped and giggled, and then looked up at Cole.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 21, 2006 14:59:26 GMT -5
"A gentleman always pays," Cole said with a wink. "And even though I aint one, I'm still paying." He smirked, allowing her to lead him over to the bar. Taking a seat on one of the bar stools, he glanced at the bartender, his elbow resting atop the bar. "Scotch on the rocks please," he said simply before looking at E.V. "You're going to get wasted before we even get on the dance floor," he chuckled, which was a rare occurence. It usually took a lot to get Colby amused, but tonight seemed to be different for some reason.
As he awaited his drink, he turned slightly on the stool, swivelling to watch the dancers. It was the typical lewd dancing, along with the typical scanty clothing. He didn't believe that wearing barely any clothing made one a slut, but that was probably because he was a guy. Even prostitutes had their reasons for street-walking though.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 21, 2006 15:17:51 GMT -5
"Good, My Cash is in the car, so is my cellie" Elizabeth reported as their drinks were brought. Elizabeth pulled the glass to her mouth taking a sip. She grinned and looked at the dancers, and then at Cole. "Yummy, And so what if I'm wasted. I'm much more of a whore, but thats me only side effect. I'm a happy drunk...Oh, and I become a tease. " She said as if she had just said, 'Wheres The Restroom' to a perfect stranger. Elizabeth had no problem telling men how she acted when she was drunk.
"When I'm done, your gonna come dance with me" Elizabeth said with a grin and sipped on her drink, clicking her tongue ring every time she took a breath.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 21, 2006 15:38:39 GMT -5
"Hmm, did you intentionally leave it there?" Cole asked teasingly, only just messing with her. He had no problem paying for the drinks, and that's exactly what he did upon receiving his own. Taking a sip, he raised his brows, shrugging lightly. "I've been around my share of teases. I'm sure you're not going to turn me into a horny adolescent with whatever you do when you're drunk," he stated with a smirk, switching his gaze to the dancers once again.
"Of course. It is after all the reason I selected a club," he informed, the smirk still in place upon his face. "After all, how else was I to get you to grind on me?" he asked, relaxing back on the stool casually, sipping from his drink every now and then as both his elbows now rested upon the bar's surface.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 21, 2006 15:51:39 GMT -5
"That's what you think, Buddy" Elizabeth said. And then was at a loss of words. Miss Elizabeth at a loss of words, ver interesting. Elizabeth sipped on the last of her drink and waved it in front of Cole. Giggling as she did so.
E lizabeth put it on the counter and hopped off her stoll, waiting for Cole. She absent mindedly was clicking the little butter fly to her teeth, the way dshe percived the beat.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 21, 2006 16:04:45 GMT -5
"Not what I /think/, but what I know," Colby said with his usual signature smirk, shaking his head at E.V. She sure finished that drink quick, and he hoped she didn't get dizzy because of it. Shrugging, he drained his own glass, setting it down on the counter and sliding down from upon his stool.
Without a word, he took her hand, starting to lead her out unto the dance floor, but finding a place where they wouldn't be too squashed by the other dancers. He didn't like too many people rubbing up on him, especially if they had bad odor. "Now E.V. Show me what you got," he said, turning to face her on the dance floor.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 21, 2006 16:12:22 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled, and pulled a piece of gun out of her pocket, she un wrapped it and stuck it in her mouth, pushing the wrapper back into her pocket. Something weird about her, she always chews gun when she dances. Elizabeth did her thing, grinding, fast. Oh the practice she had needed to get this quick with her hips, you could tell, she was here. Often. "Follow. Mimic." Elizabeth commended, turning around, not facing him.
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Post by Colby Hill on Aug 21, 2006 16:33:36 GMT -5
Raising his brows, Colby watched her fast moving hips for a moment before decided that the girl had some skills. Stepping up close to her, he followed her lead for a nice change, his palms place upon her waist as he moved up against her. Sure he rarely danced, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to do it on the rare occasions he did. Let's just say that the girls had thought him well.
Colby wasn't a player by any means, but he'd had his fair share of girlfriends. The relationships never worked in the end, because he was more dedicated to his work than the norm. They'd all found out about his gambling addiction in the end, but none knew what he did to repay his debts. However, they did get jealous since they didn't have his attention like the cards and the big name gamblers did. If he found a girl who frankly didn't give a rat's ass, then he was contented. It hadn't happened yet, but he still had his whole life to live. Colby Hill was not going to be tied down to one chick for the rest of his life at only nineteen. Well, that was his current thoughts.
The music was upbeat, the flashing lights dancing over their bodies and everyone else upon the dance floor. His dance adrenaline was high, and maybe he was high off the girl he was dancing with too. Just maybe.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Aug 21, 2006 16:44:32 GMT -5
'He Likes Me. He Likes Me Not' Elizabeth's casual thoughts about dinner had been suddenly been interrupted by this statement. Elizabeth hands found there way to Cole's, resting them on top of his. Typical dancing. Elizabeth the whore, she imagined him saying, then realized her actually was dancing with her, and not next to her. How nice of him.
So, what's this guy to her. Nothing, right? Casual hook up maybe, highly doubt it. Dance partner and someone she could program with. Maybe. Boyfriend? Wait, what the hell. Elizabeth thoughts hand wondered back to him, again. Boyfriend? No. He just didn't move like he would if he was trying to get with her. Elizabeth knew what that felt like , and he wasn't trying to hook up with her. At least not right now.
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