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Post by Giselle Malone on Mar 20, 2008 21:25:05 GMT -5
The loud boom of music could be heard from the parking lot as the brunette climbed out of her car. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way towards the club. Her apparal for the night was much dressier than her day attire, which was usually whatever she thought comfortable. Tonight, Giselle wore a light pink dress that hugged her curves nicely along with a pair of white heels. Her brunette hair cascaded down just below her shoulders in sexy waves.
The roar of music only seemed to get louder as the doors of the club were pushed open. This was the scene Giselle loved. People dancing against eachother and just having fun. God, how she had missed clubbing! Her long legs gracefully guided her to the bar where she ordered a simple coke. When the bartender handed her her drink she thanked him, before turning around and leaning back against the bar striking a relaxed pose. She took a sip of her drink as she looked around the crowded club for someone to dance with or talk to. |
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 17:40:39 GMT -5
Honestly, Frank didn't know why he'd ever return to a night club after his last boyfriend left him for an overweight girl in the very spot he was standing in. He didn't like to remember the cruel night, but the scene kept replaying in his mind. Kiss, dance, leave. He'd cried for weeks, having thought he had actually been in love with the boy. But he had been ignorant then, and he probably still was tonight.
But Frank refused to let his past stand in the way of a fun night. Standing in his nice blue jeans and a white t-shirt under a black suit jacket, he looked around for a guy or girl to dance with, talk to, or get drunk with, his hands stuffed in his pockets. This could be a long night... |
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Post by Giselle Malone on Mar 25, 2008 4:52:19 GMT -5
Things were looking hopeless. Every girl that look the least bit interesting was either sloppily drunk, something Giselle didn't want to deal with, or with a guy, and half the guys in the club looked like the type of guy with only one thing in mind. With a slight eye roll, the brunette's attention turned towards somebody that caught her eye. This guy actually looked interesting.
Setting her drink on the bar, Giselle made her way towards him. "Hi, I'm Giselle!" She shouted over the boom of music. This felt so awkward, she usually wasn't the type to walk up to a random guy, and what's worse she couldn't think of much else to say than her opening sentence. Lord, had she already made a fool of herself?
[OOC: ick! Sorry, it's not great at all]
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 25, 2008 19:40:58 GMT -5
Of course, what was the best way to get over a guy? Find a new person! When Frank heard a girl's voice shouting in his direction, he took his blue eyes off the multi-coloured lights and laid them on the girl that had spoken to him. Her name was Giselle, and even Frank had to admit she was quite pretty. She looked like she had been having a horrible time at the bar in attempt to get drunk. Perhaps he could help with that.
"Hello, Giselle," he said in a loud voice to be heard over the music and other people's conversation, "I'm Frank. What brings you here tonight?"
He wasn't always this polite. Sometimes nicer, sometimes just plain rude. He didn't have much of a good attitude or a bad attitude. He was in between, actually. |
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Post by Giselle Malone on Mar 26, 2008 6:08:33 GMT -5
The first thing Giselle noticed up close had to be those peircing blues, even in the dark they stood out. "It's nice to meet you also, Frank." The name suited him quite well. A smile found it's way to her lips as he asked the question. "Oh, you know. Just looking for some fun, maybe a drink or two.." She paused for a moment to arch an eyebrow. "Or more." She chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. That was the only bad thing about Giselle coming to a club, although she could handle her liquor well she still didn't know when enough was enough. "What about yourself?"
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 26, 2008 20:24:09 GMT -5
A drink or two...or more... The comment made Frank smile as he looked down at her. "I see we're here for the same reason," he commented after her question. "Let's get started on our mission," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward the bar. Perhaps it was a new habit of his that had formed.
"I could pay for a drink for you," he offered, buying himself a beer. Ah. The only alcoholic drink Frank would ever be caught drinking. "What do you want? |
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Post by Giselle Malone on Mar 27, 2008 4:43:27 GMT -5
Ah, a drinking buddy! There was nothing Giselle loved more, well there was nothing she loved more when she was in the mood to drink. A laugh escaped her lips as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bar. "Oh, well alright." She shrugged her shoulders gently. "Hm.. I'll have one of those as well." A beer was her choice of drink as well, although she enjoyed most of those fruity wine coolers, though they really weren't something she'd drink on a regular basis. "So, are you a student at the Academy?"
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 27, 2008 19:24:18 GMT -5
Hearing her say she'd drink a beer with him, Frank tapped the bar, something most bar tenders he knew would take as a sign to double up what they were bringing to the customer. Sure enough, this bar tender knew exactly what to do and brought them both a beer. Frank nodded as the bar tender walked away to serve other thirsty customers and looked back at Giselle.
"Yeah, I'm a music student. Total bore," he replied, rolling his eyes at the boring major he had decided to take. "I'm guessing you are a student there, too." A smile spread onto his face and he hadn't even tasted the beer yet. "What's your major?" |
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Post by Giselle Malone on Mar 28, 2008 4:29:07 GMT -5
Her lips spread into a wide smile as he commented how boring majoring in music was. "It can't be all that bad, can it?" Nodding her head slightly as he guessed she was a student as well. "Acting student, it's pretty eventful." She shrugged her shoulders gently before taking a sip of her beer. "Actually, I'd much rather be dancing but I suppose combining the two can't be all that bad." As she thought about what she said, she mentally rolled her eyes. Like this guy found that interesting at all. "So, how long have you been here?"
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 28, 2008 21:48:10 GMT -5
It can't be that bad, can it? Frank had wanted to laugh in her face, but that would have been rude, so he simply smiled such a large smile it was obvious he wanted to laugh, anyway. "Music, not bad? The teacher acts like we're two," he said with a burst of laughter. And other students thought they had it bad...
"Cape Cod?" he asked. Her question was how long had he been here. That could be any here. The night club, the Academy, the town. He'd decided to take the largest of the three. "I've lived in Cape Cod by entire life." |
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