Gettin' Down on the Floor, On the Floor [Soo Open]

[Elizabeth Martin]

"Just shake shake
Just shake chica shake shake
Shake shake just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake chica shake shake"

Damn. It wasn’t even that late, and this place was filling up fast. The club was packed with sweaty dancers, drinking, dancing, doing whatever. And who was that smack in the middle of the dance floor, but Miss Elizabeth Victoria Martin, shakin’ her ass to the loud, pounding music of the Ying Yang Twins.

Clad in only her sexiest apparel, this was the first time being back in the OC, without behind attached at the hip to either Cole, or Adrienne, or the computer. And it was obvious, she had planned her look down to the dot tonight.

Sitting low on her hips was a pair of low rider jeans which hugged her curves and just the right places. She had paired it with a simple black tube top, and had thrown on her diamond ‘EV’ necklace. On her feet with her black, open toed pumps, that dressed her look up enough for a club, and not just shopping.

Her hair was straight, with her bands side swept, and the rest of her hair had been pushed back with a thick black headband, and teased with glitter and small does of hairspray. Her make up gave off a ‘Look but don’t touch’ feel to it. She was taken, and she knew it. She wouldn’t dare put herself out like that. Her eyes had been lined in a pretty pearl black, she gave shine to her eyes. The liner wingered out, to create an edgy look. To keep attention to her eyes she wore a coat of MAC mascara, and 5 dollar Sally Hasen Diamond Lip Treatment in Signature Taupe.

Sexy.

[Layne Hudson]

The music was loud and great as ever. And who but Layne was standing in the doorway, peering into the dimly lit dance floor. Bodies nearly on top of each other, lots of friction, and few couples were seen. So /this/ was where all the singles went. She absolutely loved dancing. It was one of her favorite things to do, and not to mention what a good way of expressing one's self. The options were endless.

Oddly enough, Layne was actually looking sexy tonight. Clad in a tiny navy corduroy mini and ivory halter, she was practically screaming 'SINGLE'. A matching ivory ribbon was tied around her wrist, and her hair was pulled back into a loose fold under bun, with a few strands of bangs falling near her eyes. Very retro; very cute. Her eyes were the focal point, with the lids dusted in shimmery gold shadow and a sexy coat of eyeliner that trailed to the ends of her eye and danced up a bit at the ends. A tiny bit of mascara enhanced her already long and thick eyelashes, and her lips were coated in a sweet gloss, simply there to add sheen.

Yes, her attire was well thought out, and she hoped it'd make a difference. Stepping into the club, Layne glanced around for someone familiar. Her hips picked up the beat, and as she made her way through the throng of people, they gently swayed back and fourth; always remaining on tempo.

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