just a game of pretend [Rhett and Adele]

[rhett andrew fitzgerald]

Rhett had talked to an assortment of girls here at the bar over the last few hours. The lies flowed off of his lips so naturally now that he could almost believe them himself. Almost. However when it actually came down to doing any of the things he boasted about having plenty of experience in... well that was a different story altogether.

He raised his drink to his mouth and took a sip. It was just a diet coke in a cup with ice, no alcohol included, but he hoped that not everyone could tell. He hated hangovers and as such rarely drank alcohol.

He had dressed in a nice outfit for the evening, black slacks, a gray button down shirt and his favorite coat. At least, he assumed it was probably a nice outfit, he had asked his sister to help him with it because even he knew that his sense of fashion was... well lacking.

But even in clothes his sister had assured him would look good on him he still felt lacking in some vital ingredient for the proper pursuit of the opposite sex. The problem was, he honestly hadn't a clue as to what that ingredient was.

He glanced around the bar once more as he took another sip of his drink and contemplated just giving up for the night and going home.

[adele rent baker]

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Adele shut down her laptop and rolled over on her bed; now she was staring at her ceiling. It was about eight, her sister was gone, her father was out with the twins... She jumped off her bed. It had been ages since she went to Sparkles, it was a bout time. She moved to her closet, pushing aside all her day clothes and winter stuff she had yet to pack away. Right to the place where she kept all her 'Secretive' clothes. She pulled out a pink tube top and a waist band skirt, along with a pair of black pumps. Oh the joys of youth. It didn't take long for her to shed her pajamas and pull on her hosiery and outfit. She danced around her bedroom as she did so, and sang along to her favorite songs as she put on her make up. Red lips, black eyeliner, straight blond hair and a nice amount of perfume and nail polish.

She sneaked out of her house without even realizing it; it was more of a habit now than it was a precaution. The dark sky rose above her as she waltzed to her car and her heels dug into the gravel of her driveway. Her new baby, a slick black truck, sat gleaming in the moonlight. It was a sixteenth birthday present. She smiled as she sat down and began her drive to the bar.

It was obvious she wasn't old enough to go into a bar. She was only seventeen. She had been going to bars since last year though, and they had yet to question. She had a fake I.D and she was told she looked older than her actual age sometimes. She parked her car in front of the bar and looked sat still. The last time she had been here had been when she met Blaine, and that had just been a dandy ride...

She strut into the bar smoothly, with her girl disguise on and ready. She walked right by the bouncer and right to the bar. The smell of smoke, sweat, alcohol and many types of perfumes hit her like a wall. She didn't recoil, the smell was something she was used to by now. Almost comforting in some ways, like the mother she hadn't had. She didn't even want to start thinking about her father, and his relationships.

She searched the bar for an empty spot, finding one right by a man. Obviously not a boy, despite his boyish looks. So he wasn't that old, but not that young. She smirked and sat next to him.Spotting his glass of a dark liquids she ordered herself a tall glass of scotch mixed with coke. She winked at the guy when she was handed it. Taking a nice little sip from her straw she turned to him. " Hello." She said, crossing her legs as she swiveled on her stool to face him.

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