Just like a club ((OPEN))

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine looked at Adele, the way she breathed heavily making him want her even more. He placed his hand on her arse and pulled her right up against him, giving her a lustful look right into her eyes before letting his lips brush gently against hers for a few moments. With this slightest of kisses, Blaine then went in more forcefully, kissing her lips with more and more passion and desire. They'd wasted enough time already, Blaine decided it was time to move things on. If they waited around in the club all night they would just end up getting too drunk to function. That's not what he wanted. This was too good of an opportunity to miss, there was no way Blaine was leaving this club without this gorgeous girl right next to him. And he wanted to leave now.

"Let's get a taxi beautiful" he said confidently, not particularly worried about her rejecting this offer. She was clearly just as up for things as he was, it was displayed quite obviously in her words and her body language. He kissed her once more before taking her hand, waiting just a few moments for her answer. He was sure she would come with him but even so, he didn't want to just drag her off without some sort of agreement.

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[adele rent baker]

Adele let out a little squeak of surprise when he pulled her in close, but he stopped it with his kisses. He kissed hard and fast, and Adele replied just the same way pressing herself against him. He left Adele quite breathless, not that she had fully recovered from the heavy dancing. He wanted to get a Taxi, Adele knew what that meant. She eagerly followed him when she took his hand and followed him out she stopped to grab her small clutch and pay the Bar keeper then they were out. She was regretting the drinks now, as she tried not to stumble.
Outside it was dark and cool, way better than the hot bright and sweaty club. Adele took a deep breath of air as they called for a Taxi. Obviously they weren’t the only people with the same idea, lots of people were standing out here, mostly couples kissing and others jumping the Taxis. Adele could hear the music start back up inside and forced herself to not dance. Even though she really wanted to. Just then the Taxi rolled up, and they jumped in. Adele relaxed at the leather exterior, almost wanting to sigh. She felt tired, and maybe she should just close her eyes for a second. She dozed off as soon as her eyes closed all the way.

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine held her close they walked, providing a bit of stability for Adele as she stumbled her way out of the club. They pushed their way through the various people standing outside, some smokers standing out in the fresh air for their fix, some people who had the same idea as them, waiting to go home for a romp. Spotting a free taxi, Blaine headed over, opening the door for Adele and helping her in. Blaine gave his address to the driver and sat back in his seat, eagerly anticipating tonights fun.

Deciding that a little bit of build up in the taxi could only be a good idea, Blaine rested his hand on Adele's leg, slowly working it up her thigh. He turned to kiss her and gave a half confused and half amused face to find her asleep. That wasn't quite what Blaine had been expecting. He removed his hand from her skin, quite unsure of what to do. He sat back a little and just looked at Adele, pondering whether to wake her or leave her. If things went well tonight she would be using a lot of energy up and so a nap was maybe a good idea. If this was just a nap. Blaine hoped this was a just a little doze and she would wake up okay and fully conscious. The alternative was that the drink had caught up with her and she had actually just passed out from intoxication. Blaine decided to wait until they got home. If she woke up and was able to talk, things were okay. If she wouldn't rouse from her slumber or was a slurring mess, things tonight may have taken a wrong turn. He sighed, watching the roads go by until they pulled up at his flat.

"Adele, wake up" he said softly, shaking her a little. He paid the driver and then turned to her again, speaking a little louder now. "Adele!" he said forcefully, hoping she would just open her eyes and be fine again. If she was paralytic this night was ruined.

[adele rent baker]

Waking from her slumber Adele opened her eyes and lightly stretched. She stopped herself from yawning though; she had remembered where she was, in a Taxi wit ha extremely gorgeous and willing man. Adele hadn’t been asleep that long, it was impossible. “Im awake” Adele willed herself not to slur, not now. Those dang drinks had caught up with finally, and now she was feeling it. She wasn’t giving this up. She laid one bright red fingernail on Blaine’s chest and looked at him. “Im fine I promise” The words came out slurred Adele was far from ok, but then again she never kept promises. Adele cursed herself, it was her fault, she had drank way to much after not having drank like that in a while. Her body was growing a alcohol tolerance, but there was weak spots. She hadn't had anything worse than her fruity martinis in weeks. She was trying to fix her wrong again, which was something she did a lot.

Adele looked at the clock out of the corner of her eye, it was later than she had thought, but then again she had no watch and there was no clocks in the club. Adele leaned in to kiss Blaine, the drink had taken her free will and she couldn’t control herself. She kissed him long and hard, pressing against him. The Taxi driver could probably see them if he turned around. Adele sure didn’t care. She made the mistake of closing her eyes, and once again fell asleep, not even caring it if was on another person or not. She needed sleep and she was going to get it, the alcohol once again. Her small clutch dropped onto the floor from her hands, and popped open, but Adele was to asleep to hear or notice it anyways.

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine frowned at her as she slurred her assurances at him. She wasn't paralytic but she was certainly pretty off her face. He was now stuck facing an inner battle over how to approach this situation. He could quite easily just ignore her drunkenness, assume that she was up for this earlier and go ahead anyway, or he could be a better man and say no. Blaine wasn't sure if this was technically taking advantage of Adele, since she was still up for things even when she wasn't so drunk, yet it still felt slightly wrong. He'd certainly screwed girls before who were too out of it to properly consent but he liked to think that Lipton provided a new start. He didn't really want a reputation around here as a guy to get girls wasted to sleep with them.


Blaine returned her sudden kiss, holding back a little more now. He didn't want to get too into things if she wasn't in control enough to go any further. Deciding to hold off judgement for a few minutes, Blaine pulled away to exit the taxi, feeling Adele’s head flop against him as he did. At least his decision had pretty much been made for him, he figured, seeing the girl fall asleep once more. However much he wanted this, he couldn’t justify doing anything with a girl who was too out of it to even keep her eyes open. Blaine leaned Adele against the seat as he climbed out and sighed as he stood on the pavement, looking down on her unconscious and vulnerable body slumped over in the taxi. Things had been going so well. Blaine spotted her bag on on the floor and picked this up, deciding that he would have to carry the girl and her possessions out of this taxi as she was clearly quite incapable of moving herself.

Picking up the clutch awkwardly, Blaine watched as the contents spilled over the taxi floor. As if things couldn’t get any better. He apologised to the driver as he leaned over Adele to scoop up all her things back into the bag, something inadvertently catching his eye as he did. Blaine picked up the ID, studying it carefully and feeling his face fall as he did. It was certainly hers, the name and the photo confirmed it but working out the birth date led Blaine to a suprising and somewhat heartbreaking finding. Seventeen. The girl was only seventeen. He frowned down at her, still completely asleep leaned up against the seat. He’d been plying this girls with drinks, groping her up and generally encouraging her to sleep with him and she was just seventeen. As a twenty one year old man, Blaine felt very much uncomfortable with this fact.

He sighed, realising even more so now that he couldn’t just leave her to fend for herself in this state. He therefore gathered up her things and clutched the bag between his arm and his chest, using his now free hands to gently scoop Adele out of the taxi. Blaine held her body in his arms, her petite frame no struggle at all to lift and shut the taxi door with his foot. He carried her carefully, treating this girl a little like precious cargo now he had the guilt of knowing how young she was to contend with. Reaching the flat, he gently lay her down on his bed, pulling the duvet over her and placing her belongings next to her. He purposefully took the ID out again and put it on the top, making it quite clear to her when she woke up that he knew about her age. With this, Blaine sadly exited the room, switching off the light and settling himself down on the sofa. Even just sleeping next to her felt a little wrong when he thought about what he had been planning to do tonight. He’d let her sleep it off, it was hardly how he had expected tonight to go but he really didn’t have much choice any more. With this thought, Blaine too closed his eyes and nodded off, the drink numbing him enough to make sleeping on this sofa at least bearable.

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[adele rent baker]

Adele woke up in a panic. Where was she? She looked around and saw that she was in a tiny little bedroom, and it was dark. The sunlight coming in threw the window had woken her up, it was blaring against the dark bedroom. She sat up and looked around, the blanket falling to pool in her lap. She saw her ID not too far away, lying next to her. She also still had her clothes on. Adele sighed in relief. That’s when everything came back in a flood of memories.

She had been in the Taxi with Blaine, and then she had passed out. She took a guess that this was his place, but he wasn’t here. Adele picked up her ID thinking it was her fake one. It wasn’t. Adele cursed loudly, and stood up. Well he defiantly knew; Adele had no doubt, he had shown he knew by placing the ID there. She had guessed he didn’t do anything to her while she was out; her clothes were still intact, just wrinkled. Adele knew her hair was a mess; it always was when she woke up. Adele grabbed her shoes and clutch and headed for the door.

She had no trouble opening it, but she did have massive headache, no doubt a hangover, that threatened to rip her head to shreds. She walked out in to the main area, which was way brighter than the bedroom. She practically had to squint to make her way towards the door. Adele blamed the fact that she wasn’t fully awake yet, and the massive headache for tripping over the couch. She was making her way to the door, trying to be quite as possible, when she hit the couch and fell straight on her butt next to the couch. Right in front of a sleeping person. Adele cursed herself, there went her cover.

[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

[/b] Oz asked, leaning in the doorway of the living room. He crossed to the table, picking up his cigarettes and wiping the last of the white powder away before the girl could see it. She was clearly quite hungover, and yet Oz thought she still looked pretty damn good for a chick who'd probably seen the bottom of too many bottles the night before. He lit himself a cigarette and offered a hand to help her up. Surely something must have happened between his brother and her... but that didn't mean he couldn't casually flirt anyway? Her fall hadn't managed to wake his brother, but that hadn't surprised Oz.[/ul][/size][/color]

[adele rent baker]

Adele was still cursing herself and forgot to notice the guy who was standing there, in fact she didn’t notice until he was right there she hadn’t heard what he had said before. She took his hand and stood up, almost a little too fast, for her headache. She looked the other guy up and down. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, but what did she expect so early in the morning? A guy to wake up in his tuxedo? Adele noticed that the person on the couch was Blaine, and he was still asleep, even after the very loud and obvious thud.

Adele wondered for a minute if he was going to have as bad of a hangover as she did, but knowing he was way bigger than she, he might not.
Adele would kill for a smoke now, but she didn’t have her own, and there was no way she was going to ask the new stranger for one. She looked back at the new guy, “Thanks im Adele.” Talking made her head pound at the temples. Adele rubbed her temples with no avail, it still hurt. She really wished she had grabbed a Tylenol or something before heading out, but she usually didn’t drink so much. The hangover wasn’t a new feeling to her, she got tiny ones all the time, but never this bad.

The two guys didn’t look a whole alike, maybe just Housemates? Adele wasn’t sure.
A new idea hit Adele, this guy didn’t know Adele was seventeen, or at least she hoped as much. She knew he would know eventually, it was a given, but why pass up giving someone another problem? Adele put on her usual half smile and looked the guy up and down again, this time being a little more obvious. Adele was going to have loads of fun. Was there a better way to start the weekend?

[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

[/b] he grinned. He stepped a little closer to her, noticing that her eyes were also scanning his body. It appeared there was some clear mutual understanding between the two of them, and that whatever had happened last night had already been forgotten in the girl's mind. He took a long drag on the cigarette and held the packet up between the pair of them, and they were now nothing but a foot apart from one another. Oz had managed to bring himself surprising close to Adele. If Blaine woke up now, Oz probably wouldn't even care. He knew what he was doing, and he knew what he wanted, and right now it was Adele.

"Looks like ya had a rough night. Ya smoke?" Oz propositioned, with a smile. Perhaps the fact the pair of them were brothers would become apparent now. Oz spoke with a strong Irish accent, just like his brother did. He looked down at Adele with a grin, offering her the packet that he had held in his hand between them. He continued to eye her carefully, making it ever more obvious that he was quite interested in her right now. [/color][/size][/ul]

[adele rent baker]

Adele ran her fingers threw her hair, and smiled. Did everyone have a sexy accent around here? Adele guessed by now that the two were brothers obviously. She wondered slightly if they both acted the same, her thoughts ran away from her slightly. Once again, she loved the attention anew, and she planned to play the game she had with the other brother. Adele felt excited, wondering what trouble she could cause once Blaine woke up. She slightly wondered as well, what would happen when he awoke, she didn’t care though, and decided to make haste with the time she had before he awoke.

She didn’t want to smoke around them, it was usually the most unattractive thing a girl do. “ I can’t tell you a cigarette is what I was thinking of..” Adele smirked. She was trying to be subtle, but like it was said before, she was an all-around blunt person. She put her hands on her hips, and looked him up and down again to make a point. Adele only slightly worried about what he might think of her and her messy hair; then again it was a fashion statement in the eighties. She ran her fingers through her hair again and forced herself not to wince at her pounding headache. She was very down on her luck today.

Adele wondered what he thought had happened between her and Blaine. She wished something had, but at some point he had found out she wasn’t that old and ruined all her plans. Adele hadn’t ever dealt with that problem. Most of the time she left her real ID at home, but apparently she had forgotten to take it out. Of course passing out in the middle of a cab wasn’t too good of an idea either. Adele smirked, putting her hands on her hips. This was going to be exciting, some family drama she wouldn’t have to care about after she left. The last thing she wanted of course was to make this guy think she was a floozy that woke up and was ready for more.