Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on May 21, 2012 0:02:45 GMT
Amanda turned and leaned on the stool. She searched around the club eying up her next prey. She smiled at some people but no one returned her gaze. She'd find someone though, she wondered if the cupboard was free yet.
She saw Emily and Chloe approach and gave them a nod.
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Post by Tonks on May 21, 2012 0:27:46 GMT
"Hey again, Hey Chlo!" Chloe was a regular in The Honey Club, "You alright?" She looked like she had been crying. Laura poured vodka shots as she spoke.
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Post by Taya on May 21, 2012 0:50:07 GMT
Taya saw the girls come back in and head for the bar. Something had clearly gone wrong.
"Right then, whose ass do I have to go beat in my brash American way?" Taya asked coming up from behind and wrapping her arms around Chloe.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 25, 2012 14:53:48 GMT
Chloe gave Laura a watery smile, allowing herself to sink into Taya's embrace.
"Becky?" she suggested with a slight laugh to her voice, though the name still stung. "Alternatively me, or anything that doesn't see me wasted in the next half an hour."
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 25, 2012 14:57:37 GMT
Emily wrapped an arm around Chloe's shoulders and pulled her close. "Let's get a drink down this woman," she said with a cheer, grabbing one of the shot glasses and forcing it into Chloe's hand. She took the other for herself and held it to her friend. "To friends. Fuck the rest of 'em?"
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Post by Tonks on May 25, 2012 17:49:13 GMT
Laura smiled as the girls drank, she liked the 'fuck it' attitude. "Can I get'ya anyfin' else ladies?"
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Post by Mr Spock on May 27, 2012 11:05:50 GMT
Chloe downed her shot and winced, gagging a little on the intense taste of the alcohol before slamming her glass down on the bar.
"That again!" she said, voice hoarse from the vodka and the tears.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 29, 2012 13:04:13 GMT
Emily laughed and nodded her head in agreement. Sure, the Vodka burned a little, but for Chloe's sake she was willing to take another. "Only one more Chlo' or we'll never get you home. Taya? You want in?" She looked over to the American with a smile.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on May 29, 2012 16:19:18 GMT
"Hey can you throw something my way as well." Amanda beckoned to the bartender. This was gunna be a good night. She looked around to see who else was in the club.
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Post by Tonks on May 29, 2012 19:51:34 GMT
Laura smiled and poured more vodka shots for the group of girls. She thought of the girl nights she had; they usually consisted of being with a bunch of bitches she couldn't stand whilst they rub themselves up random blokes. She hated it. She used to volunteer to get the drinks and stand at the back of the longest queue, letting everyone else in front of her. She found herself working as many shifts as possible, just so she didn't have to go out. At least at The Honey Club, none of her "friends" would be there. They hated the gay scene just because they couldn't hit on any guys. This way Laura could hide in her own little haven of not being hit on by men and being able to secretly eye up girls. She loved the sense of acceptance she felt when she was at work. She could escape, in a sense, though she knew she'd eventually have to snap back to reality. Back to university, back to the society that hated her.
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Hollikinz
One Of God's Mistakes
I move the stars for no one.
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Post by Hollikinz on Jul 12, 2012 21:32:15 GMT
Isabelle sat at the bar sipping whiskey smiling to herself, she was proud of what she had achieved - new job, new apartment, new town. She could finally be her own person and start all over again. "What are you drinking?" asked a stranger at the bar, making it clear he was checking her out. He looked like he had been drinking all day and smelt like it too.
"Erm, whiskey," she replied hastily.
"That's a nice accent you have there is it - err - Scottish?"
"No, I'm from Ireland."
She sighed and walked away, now she had to look for somewhere else to sit. Preferably not in the drunk guy's vision.
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Post by skati on Jul 14, 2012 19:59:42 GMT
Ashley maneuvered through the crowd of dancers, doing her best to not spill the drink in her free hand. Not for the first time this night, she found herself wishing she could fully use her other hand.. As it was, she was stuck. The femme boy's right hand was currently trapped in a split. It definitely sucked. The right was Ashley's power hand. Se actually felt kind of vulnerable with it being out of commission. I suppose that's what I get for punching wrong in that last match. Eh, fuck it.
Ashley found herself smiling at the memory, fresh in her mind since it was only a couple nights ago. That wild right hook to the face got her the win in an otherwise tough boxing match. Sure, she may have screwed up her hand, but at least she was one step closer to becoming a number one contender in the independent circles. Besides, that match was rather fun.
Too bad the guy turned out to be a huge douche bag and homophobe. The boy was actually quite attractive and muscular, despite being a light weight like herself. Ashley wouldn't have minded hooking up after the match. As it was, she had to settle for shutting him up. Something about Ashley looking like a “faggy, flat chested girl” with her feminine looks and lack of any overly obvious muscular tone.
True, Ashley laid more on the lean side of things, not really any noticeable muscles on her...at least, not like most of the other boxers in her weight class. That, alongside her obviously effeminate face and dyed, neon blue hair color (long enough to be considered feminine, short enough to be considered tomboyish), got her a lot of crap from the audience. The boxers in her circuit were usually more respectful, though there were exceptions. It probably didn't help that the 18 year old openly acted “girly” (as far as her friends from school and her opponents were concerned) and openly admitted to being transgender.
A sigh escaped the girl's lips again. She found herself wishing she had a date or something. So far, Ashley hadn't had much luck hooking up with anyone here. There were a couple girls, but they ditched shortly after learning that Ashley herself was actually a boy. She supposed her looks may have thrown them off. There was this one bear, but that guy turned out to be a drunken jerk. Ashley came very close to punching that one with her injured hand. Good thing she had been stopped.
Maybe it was her look tonight. She didn't attempt to dress in any real, sexy way. The teen opted more for a pair of dark blue, skinny jeans and a black shirt with “ADORABLE” scrawled across it in white with a shiny, glitter like underline below it. The sleeves were so short that they just barely passed her shoulders. Then again, maybe it was her face. Try as hard as her sister could to cover it up with make up, there was still a faint bruise on Ashley's cheek. The other one sported a small band aid covering the small cut she received from her opponent's glove. A similar bandage covered the bridge of her nose and one above her eyebrow.
Ashley cursed as someone, a bear type, bumped into her. “Watch it, dick!” She shouted, shirt soaked from the beer her hand. The offender didn't seem to notice. “You're lucky my hand is fucked,” Ashley muttered to herself. After some more maneuvering, mixed with dancing of course, through the crowd, Ashley made her way back to the bar. She drunk what little remained of her beer, Stella Artois. The teen was definitely ready for another.
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