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Post by Chelsea Keffer on Jul 16, 2010 20:46:42 GMT -5
CHELSEA....THE CLUB IS YOURS. The sun had settled about an hour ago, leaving the cool night air to set in. Perfect time for a night prowler to emerge. Throwing her hair up, and slipping on some tight jeans that showed off her fantastic butt, Chelsea tucked her feet into her sleek black heels and trotted out the door making sure to not forget her phone.
Being out alone and in such a daring mood was not usual for Chelsea, if no one was with her, she would rather stay at home with her pups. But a new edge set in, and Chelsea had the urge to evade her normal routine and go out to meed new people. After all, she was in a new town, why not? Perfect time to make to friends...and ememies.
Dropping her bag into the passenger seat, Chelsea lowered her lean body into her Audi Spyder R8 Image Here, one of her many vehicles. Luckily, daddy got rich, and his little girls were spoiled. Not to mention, Chelsea lived a pretty healthy life and had to become successful. Closing her door, her v8 engine started, and without strapping her seatbelt, Chelsea sped off squealing her tires.
Making her way to the club, she stepped out of her silver beast, and gave the keys to the vallet. "Hurt her, and I will kill you." Leaving the young acne ridden kid a little comfort as he took the keys from her hand to park her car. A sly chuckled left her perfectly plump lips as she strut to the entrance, cutting everyone outside. "Hey, wait your turn!" "Get to the back of the line!" People yelled from the line, but Chelsea didnt care. Flashing a benjamin she quickly entered the velvet ropes into the slim hallway. Emerging through beads, neon lights flashed as house music thumped in the speakers. A Dj spun hard beats as she took a seat at the bar.
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Post by Nathaniel Hunter on Jul 17, 2010 18:41:11 GMT -5
A small frown seemed to make it's self more apparent on the man's face as his friends pulled him along the alleyway. They had wanted him to get away from the barn life since it's all he had done for the past two weeks. Their idea of 'fun' was grinding body's with any good looking female that they met at the club. For once, he decided to give into them, as they slipped into the club. One of his friends worked here, so they had VIP access without the price.
Running his hands through the back of his neck, he quickly b-lined to the bar stand. He wasn't much of a drinker, but it was where he could avoid all the 'females' and his friends. Finding a stool he quickly sat on it, watching his friends dive into the packed dance floor.. He only pulled his grey hooding off his head and slouched on the bar, elbows resting on the counter top. "A Smirnoff Lemon vodka, on the rocks." He instructed the bar tender who nodded slowly as he tossed a twenty for him.
As he waited, he slowly let his eyes hunt along the bar, looking over various people here and there. One did stand out, with her sharp blue eyes and dark hair, she was attractive to say the very least. Blinking slowly, he glanced away as the tender set his drink before him. "Thanks" He mumbled before slipping his fingers along the glass.
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Post by Chelsea Keffer on Jul 17, 2010 21:12:07 GMT -5
The scene hadnt changed one bit with in the time span of thirty minutes. Couples dancing here and there, stupid drunk males and females dry humping on a dance floor with mere strangers. It wasnt interesting to Chelsea at all. Pretty petty to her to say in the least. But what else was there to do? She had already set her horse up nice and tidy, and it wasnt usual to go for midnight rides. Not to mention Czar was resting for near events, it wouldnt be practical to over work him on night rides.
Her icey eyes glanced around the room, taking in the same sites she had before. "Humans disgust me...." she mumbled, turning her head to look around some more. Then a random guy taking his hood down caught her eyes. "Except maybe that one." Looking at him, he ordered his beverage of choice, and glaced at her. In that split second, the flirty side of Chelsea came out and she let a wink slip in. Grinning, the slender yet built woman stood and walked over to the stool next to him. Sitting down facing the bar tender.
"I'll have what hes having." and with that, the man behind the counter took out a glass and poured the vodka and smirnoff. Chelsea turned her head to look at the man next to her. Black lengthy hair bounced around as the messy bun of hair was tossed about. "You dont look much of the type to be here...am I right?" her words came out like pure seductive lace. Making that statement from her own intuition, Chelsea let her eyes travel from his torso to meet his own eyes.
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Post by Nathaniel Hunter on Jul 18, 2010 19:34:24 GMT -5
Having cupped the glass now, he pulled the glass to his lips, taking a few sips. He knew better then to take shots, especially with the competition he was having in a few days. A certain sound started to tick in his head, similar to heels. "I'll have what hes having." Growing wide eyed he glanced over to the woman who spoke. It was the same damsel he had rested his eyes on just a few short moments ago.
Setting his glass down he looked back to the counter, a smirk tugging on his lips. "You sure about that?" Of course he didn't mind her company, nor would he act like a total stranger to it. Looking back in her direction he couldn't help but to find her even more attractive close up. Yea, this kick boxer was tough, when it came to horses and fighting, but to women, he would loose it. "Your right. I was dragged here by a couple of friends." He trailed off a bit, his ears zooming in on her voice simply, drowning out the music.
His eyes slowly followed the bounce of her pretty hair, across her full soft lips, rounded cheeks and finally back on her gaze. He deemed himself lucky to come in contact with such an exotic woman such as herself, whom didn't have to speak to be noticed. More like a beacon amidst the darkness. The boy knew better then to loose his cool in-front of this woman so he only left that smart smile on his own lips.
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Post by Chelsea Keffer on Jul 19, 2010 11:56:30 GMT -5
The music raved on, and so did the intoxicated atmosphere. Jeweled ears caught the speach of the man next to her, and immediately her senses heightened. A cheeky smile spread across her pink lips. "Yeah, Im postive about this one..." she replied, bringing the glass up to her mouth and taking a bit more than just a sip, leaving the glass sit on the bar, nearly half empty. "Dont worry, I'm not trying to show off, I just have to have some sort of release from this place..." raising an eyebrow, she let her lips part slowly before speaking again. "I was begining to think the trip here wasnt worth my time, but now I see, its not quite a waste of my night." Letting her eyes run down his torso, taking in his body again. Tilting her head up, she grinned again, hair falling back off of her shoulders. "So, what do you do? You dont look like the sit behind the desk type." Ice blue eyes lined with black mascara and eyeliner met his once more. Crossing her elegantly long legs, much like those of a thoroughbred, she tapped her finger on the bar whilst keeping her gaze upon him. All around the crowd grew as more and more people gathered in from outside.
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Post by Nathaniel Hunter on Jul 25, 2010 15:35:13 GMT -5
Glancing over in her direction again, he watched her down more then half her glass before setting it down. She was more then intense, well to him that was. " "I was beginning to think the trip here wasn't worth my time, but now I see, its not quite a waste of my night." A gentle smile passed over his lips as he finished his glass. "I was beginning to think the very same thing Ms.?" Here he played Marco polo with the fact of letting her fill in the breach of space were he trailed off.
"So, what do you do? You don't look like the sit behind the desk type." After she graced his torso once more, she let her gaze fix on his once more. Running his hand through the back of his neck, Nathan looked back to her. "I'm a kick-boxer in the disguise of a cowboy". A cheeky smirk on his lips as his pale colored eyes rested on her lips and then back on her gaze.
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