Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
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Post by Billie on May 26, 2006 21:35:21 GMT
And then the bassline kicked in, heavy and sensual, making Billie grin around the mic in a most mischievous manner. As was her way, she made her way across the stage and slowly down the small step unit to mingle with the audience. Apparently, management didn't mind as much as they normally did, especially if it kept the customers at the bar or in their seats.
So Billie kept singing as she meandered through the house, stopping at various tables to flirt briefly before her eyes lit on a young man across the room. Instantly, her mind formed a diabolical plan.
Aw, gee, the singer thought deviously as she made her way to him. He does look awful lonesome...
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Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on May 26, 2006 22:00:11 GMT
Billie was indeed making her way over the the slightly-inebriated law assistant, copletely unable to hold back her sly grin as she did show. When she was close enough, she decided that singing just wasn't enough and sat herself comfortably in the blonde man's lap, trying not to laugh as he suddenly went from pink to flaming red. A brief instrumental break in the music allowed her to laugh gently and speak to the bewildered patron.
"Well, hello darlin'," she greeted, nigh-on-flirtatious. "Don't believe I've seen you around before - got a name?" She held the mic to his mouth and awaited a reply.
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Billie
Human
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Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on May 26, 2006 22:25:22 GMT
"Well, it's a pleasure Andrew," Billie greeted with a small laugh. "I hope you're enjoying yourself."
Barring the fact that he looked about ready to keel over, he did seem to be enjoying the show. "If you don't mind, sweet, I think I might just camp out right here." As if to prove her point, she slung an arm over his shoulder. "I find it quite cozy."
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Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on May 26, 2006 23:04:59 GMT
Billie proceeded to sing directly to the young blonde, smiling all the while and being a complete flirt until she realized that taunting the man like this wasn't overly kind. Granted, he was attractive in a sexy-geek kind of way...
Note to self, Billie thought as she stood and granted the blushing man a playful peck on the cheek. Get a phone number from this one...
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Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on May 27, 2006 21:27:17 GMT
Billie eventually made her way back to center stage and hit her final note with a flourish before taking a bow. Now, she thought as she waved to the crowd, seeking out her potential boy toy. I should find Brucie - he'll get that kid's number for me.
"Bruce!" The singer waved her co-worker over as she slipped backstage for her break. "Hun, wouldja do me a favor?"
The large, dark-skinned man smirked. "Lemme guess - I'm gettin' the kid's number for you and sending your regards?"
"Bruce, you rock."
Continued in: Dressing Rooms
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
Posts: 374
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Post by Lynnette on Jun 14, 2006 16:33:32 GMT
Meeting his gaze, Lynnette realised quickly what he was ‘asking’, and glanced to the tables, and then to the bar. It was populated by rowdy ‘drunks’ who obviously didn’t see fit to leave the source of alcohol behind. Giving a dry laugh, she said, “We can get a table.” In fact, she would even go and secure one for them. “I’ll get the next round?” she offered, before telling him what she wanted to drink; a beer would do, to begin with, after all. She’d learned, even with immortality, it was best to start light.
Heading past those waiting to be served at the bar, she made her way to an unoccupied table at the edge of the dance floor, sliding into the padded, booth-style seat. The booths ran all the way around the lower level of the club, away from the dancers but close enough to the floor for those who felt the energetic urge. The upper level held more booths towards the back, and simpler tables and chairs nearer to the raised balcony. Dusting off the table unnecessarily, she glanced to the stage; when had the act changed? The singer was gone, and now a DJ was in place, filling the club with heavy music that would no doubt energise the mortals present.
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Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
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Post by Nick on Jun 18, 2006 15:18:48 GMT
As Lynnette moved off to secure a table, Nick headed for the bar, shoving his way rather unceremoniously through a group of rather rowdy men to get to it. Listening to them complain and make threats of various levels, he silently dared them to do something about it as he leaned against the bar to await the tender. When he could be bothered, Nick was careful to not cause any trouble; he knew that it was mostly humans who frequented the bar, but did they really need to find out the hard way that he was not one to be messed with? The last thing he wanted was to be banned from the club, which was the best spot to pass a night with drinking and music.
Once he finally managed to procure two beers, he shoved his way through the crowd again- tonight was not one of the nights where he could bring himself to care about any possible trouble that might come from such an action- and did a quick scan of the area. Spotting Lynnette at the table, he headed over, putting one of the beers in front of her before slidding into his seat. "Think I managed to annoy some people," he commented casually, jerking his thumb over his shoulder before nonchalantly taking a drink. Swallowing, he gave a grin. "Must be my good looks."
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Jun 20, 2006 1:55:44 GMT
"Yeah, I think that's what it is," Lynnette agreed with a teasing but almost affectionate and comfortable smile, laughing softly afterwards. Taking a swig of her beer, she let it slide down her throat, savouring the simple satisfaction, and then glanced back to Nick. "You're right - this place isn't bad. Don't you ever get tired of being right?"
Grinning slightly, she turned her gaze to watch the DJ, and the people moving on the dance floor. They all certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves, anyway, which she supposed was really the point.
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Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
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Post by Nick on Jun 20, 2006 15:40:44 GMT
Nick gave a shrug and a grin. "But I'm so good at being right."
He let his eyes wander around the club, taking a swig of beer. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or what, but the club always seemed just a little more packed on the nights of the full moon than on the others. Most likely just me.
The wolf stirred slightly but was quickly quieted. It really didn't care for the noise of club, though the presence of so many people never failed to catch its interest.
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
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Post by Chris on Sept 14, 2006 4:24:34 GMT
“Ray, you’re such a moron.”
The ‘loudly’-dressed individual in the group of four had managed to cover his stumble by grabbing his stool… and all at the sight of a passing skirt that was, by all rights, just a slightly elongated belt. “Put your tongue back in your mouth.” Chris set his empty beer bottle back on the bar, and rolled his eyes, listening to Mark laugh openly at the shorter man’s blunder. Ray had never been subtle… and his choice of shirts was evidence of that.
The two sergeants had carried through their afternoon plans of getting ice cream, and while they had been sitting at their little table, Chris had gotten a call from his small group of friends outside the force. Mark, Kevin and Ray; he’d met them all, one way or another, not long after moving to Los Angeles, and had become actively social with them on a regular basis, much like Sarah with her ‘girlfriends’. Mark had been the one to call, more often than not the organiser in the group whenever Chris wasn’t involved. He’d invited Chris — and by default, Sarah, whom they all liked very much, and enjoyed the company of — to the club for a few drinks, and seeing no reason to decline, they had accepted.
And so, there they were… marvelling at Ray’s lack of discretion.
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Marissa
Vampire
Rogue
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
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Post by Marissa on Sept 14, 2006 4:40:06 GMT
From across the room, green eyes watched the group at the bar. The redhead dressed in provocative black, low-cut attire studied the four intently, her face impassive but subtly intrigued. Her gaze seemed nonchalant, to the casual observer, but a closer look would reveal her true fascination, and curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat, Marissa’s mind whispered softly, prompting a smile to flitter across her pale features. The pallor, in the light of the club, seemed almost natural, or intentional, as if applied with makeup. But I’m no cat. She touched her tongue delicately to the tip of a fang, lips parted just enough to allow a sigh to escape.
Her eyes raked over the men as she sat alone in her booth, calculating their value to her. The short buffoon didn’t interest her, and though the redhead was cute in his way, he seemed too meek; too submissive… he had barely said a word in ten minutes. The laughing man held her attention for a while; her eyes wandered his masculine frame… before moving on, to the last male figure. The one standing beside the fiery-haired woman, subtly protective and definitely comfortable…
A lover? Marissa’s eyes narrowed. No. Not that. Something else…
It annoyed her that she couldn’t put her finger on it… but no matter. The woman didn’t interest her. An attractive female, certainly, but when there was male attention she could win, who needed women? Marissa lifted her drink to her lips, eyes still fixed on the group, and smiled to herself as she sipped.
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Sarah
Human
Departed
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
Posts: 290
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Post by Sarah on Sept 14, 2006 13:34:29 GMT
"Oh, leave him alone, Mark," Sarah said, laughing herself. "If Lady Godiva wants to prance around in little more than her hair, then the men can hardly be blamed for staring." She grinned at Kevin's appreciative chuckle, and took a sip of brandy.
She glanced around idly, enjoying the music. Sarah wasn't crazy about the club, but she liked to dance, and this was the best place for it. There'd be time enough for that presently; for the moment, she eased herself onto a barstool and crossed her legs at the knee. She knew it amused (and probably slightly puzzled) Chris that she was herself wearing a skirt; she generally preferred pants. But it never hurt to dress up a little, when you were going out with four men at a shot. Even if one of them was Ray...
She was roused from her thoughts, abruptly, when she realized she recognized one of the other men avoiding the dance floor. "Hey, Shep...." She peered. "Is that Miles over there?"
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
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Post by Chris on Sept 14, 2006 23:23:01 GMT
“Oh, but Raymond stares because he can’t handle his alcohol,” Mark teased with a chuckle, patting the object of their taunting on the back, and almost snorting with laughter as the shorter man started impressively. Kevin rolled his eyes, all too used to the banter and ‘abuse’. He’d learned long ago that keeping his mouth shut ninety-percent of the time kept him out of the crosshairs.
Chris toyed with a random quarter he’d found in his pocket, glancing to Sarah and wondering where her friends were for the evening. He recalled her mentioning them earlier that day, but then again, she hadn’t said anything about any plans she’d had with them, so maybe they had all been busy… or maybe the wonderful thought of spending her spare time with the ‘Lone Gunmen’ was enough in the way of entertainment. And Chris vowed to never, ever say that out loud… to the casual listener, it would conjure up all sorts of bizarre — wrong — imagery. The group were probably already boggling a few minds; one woman and four men… not the typical social circle, perhaps.
When his partner spoke to him, he bowed his head a little closer to hear her over the loud music, and then followed her gaze. Discreetly sighing to himself, he nodded his head. “Looks like it.” And he left it at that. Miles and Chris were far from good friends, which meant that the taller sergeant wasn’t exactly giddy at the thought of having to be in a social situation with him…
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Sarah
Human
Departed
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Sept 15, 2006 0:30:23 GMT
Sarah chuckled into her brandy. She knew better than to pursue the Miles line of conversation, being well aware that Chris was less than fond of the other man. Instead she contented herself with listening to the continued banter between the group, laughing at the Gunmen. She'd stay where she was, for the moment; Miles seemed preoccupied, and it wasn't as if she weren't in her favorite company as it was.
"I'm going to have to abandon you soon," she said teasingly to her tall partner, angling her head up to meet his eyes. "If I'm here, I've got to dance a little. But I'll be back once it's out of my system."
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Sarah
Human
Departed
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
Posts: 290
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Post by Sarah on Sept 15, 2006 2:50:41 GMT
Oh, here comes trouble, Sarah thought with a light smirk, which she carefully concealed with her brandy glass. She could see that Miles had spotted them and was making his way across the floor.
"Don't look now, Shep," she remarked, "but I believe our party is about to get bigger." She offered Miles a smile of greeting as he drew near.
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