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Post by eve on Jun 21, 2011 14:33:32 GMT -5
  "Thanks, Tim."
Eve flashed a flirtatious smile at the bouncer before her, giving a polite wave as he guided her inside without so much as a glance to check her ID; not that she needed it checked, as she was clearly old enough by a few years, but to drink was another story. Sadly in her case, Eve was one year too soon to drink alcohol, to which she normally wound up having to flirt with random strangers in order to get them to pay for her drinks.
Struggling through the crowds of people, she chose a nearby bar stool to sit upon and glanced around, her bright eyes landing on the dull bartender attending to someone else's needs at the moment. Annoyed she wasn't the receiver of attention, Eve let out a loud sigh of frustration, this being pointless as it was soon overpowered by the flow of music surrounding her. As if that wasn't enough, someone beside her was yelling at the top of his lungs in order to seem attractive to girls and to appear drunk, when clearly he was still sober. Right, like that's attractive, she thought with disgust.
Running a hand through her dark locks of hair, her eyes chose to scan the crowd for someone familiar, or perhaps a cute stranger. Anything to get her away from her current situation.
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Post by indra on Jun 21, 2011 19:55:56 GMT -5
 SO 'LET'S DANCE IN STYLE, LET'S DANCE FOR A WHILE'
WHILE WE'RE YOUNG.[/i] about everything and anything. He opened his mouth to tell the long-suffering bouncer about what nightclubs in Ireland were like when he was waved inside by the disgruntled man. "Maybe some other time, ah?" Indra asked with a smile. He disappeared inside, dropping the cigarette by the door and stubbing it out. His friends had been lost in the club, but it didn't bother him much. A few drinks and none of them would even remember who they were, let alone who they arrived with. He headed straight to the bar - there was nothing like a good night out to calm his frustration after a long shift working at Starbucks. It wasn't the dream job, but it paid his way and kept him off the streets. That's all he could really ask for, he supposed. The money left over after paying his numerous bills was extra to have some fun with. He approached the bar, holding a bill out to the man. So many lasses, so little time, Indra thought with a wry smile. He looked down the bar and then moved down, standing beside a brunette. "I'll have a vodka and redbull, please, mate," Indra said in his thick Irish accent. Mate, as he he'd come to learn, wasn't a regularly used custom here, but nobody questioned his usage of the term when they heard his accent. He glanced over at the girl next to him, taking a few seconds to check her out. He turned his attention back to the barman as he approached. He heard a man not so far from himself and the brunette call loudly, pretending to be drunk. "Ah, I assume that's the mating call of the local neanderthal?" Indra asked the girl, as he eyed the man.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by eve on Jun 21, 2011 20:46:53 GMT -5
"Hm?" was Eve's first response before looking at the man who'd acknowledged her, about to shove him off before her bright eyes cast against his dark ones; and suddenly, she'd forgotten her previous intensions to rid of the man. Instead, she chose to give one of her simple smiles - delicate, but key to letting him know she was interested. Noticing his attention on the supposedly 'drunk' man dancing around, her head flipped over to where she merely raised an eyebrow, turning back to him while letting a laugh roll off her lips.
"You should know better than to associate with the lower primates," Eve replied, glancing back from the foolish man and back to the cute stranger before her. He certainly met her standards - it would be interesting to see how her game played out with him. Or if he even chose to begin the game with her, if that.
Choosing to lean back in her stool, she glanced around the room once more before returning her attention back to the man, asking in a light voice, "So what do they call you, mate?" Placing her elbow against the counter while her hand caressed her cheek, Eve smiled at her own joke of his accent, patiently awaiting his reply.
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Post by indra on Jun 21, 2011 21:34:21 GMT -5
SO 'LET'S DANCE IN STYLE, LET'S DANCE FOR A WHILE'
WHILE WE'RE YOUNG. [/b] Indra replied, watching the man call wildly. "And I like interesting people," he added, settling his eyes back at her. He noted her quick scan of the club, and took the time to take a drink from the vodka and then turn his attention back to her. He smiled when she made fun of his accent, but wasn't offended. The old Irish accent was something he hoped would never leave him - it reminded him of home, when things were simple and no one was arguing or at war with one another. It was a warm reminder of his childhood, and of the people he'd grown up around. Indra dreaded the day it was engulfed by a new, hybrid accent now that he no longer lived in Ireland. "They call me plenty of things, but I'm Indra," he replied, with a wry smile, fascinated and he took another drink from his glass. He wondered if she'd come alone, or whether he was able to run into some burly looking jock boyfriend. That wouldn't be fun, especially if he kept drinking vodka. He was surprised to find that she was actually interested, mostly because he wouldn't quite consider himself her type, at all. Then again, he didn't know what her type was. He narrowed his eyes slightly and briefly bit his bottom lip. He called the bartender over, some money in his hand, and turned his attention back to the girl. "And I suppose you ought to tell me your name, otherwise I won't know who to direct this drink to," He said pointedly, as the bartender waited for the order. [/ul][/size] |
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