just a small town girl (open)

[ISOBEL CARTER]

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[/i] called it. All Isobel knew was that it made her feel suffocated, and docked points off of Tara in her eyes.

Luckily, she had been able to convince both of them that she was going to a friend's tonight. Said friend had agreed to cover for her should her father call, and Isobel had headed off to 13 Bar & Lounge, an establishment she had longed to visit but had never had a decent opportunity. Now, here she was, and while the adrenaline rush just from being here was invigorating, Isobel wasn't entirely sure what to do first. She was a good enough dancer to get out there and bust a move, but the floor was packed. She didn't mind that so much; what she did mind was some smelly pig's hand sliding over her ass just because she happened to be in proximity. Isobel had headed for the bar instead, hoping her looks and fake ID would get her by, and they had. She planned to drink just enough to loosen up while she scouted the floor for a good-looking guy to flirt and dance with.

Regardless, Isobel was already having a good time.
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MUSE!? -
CLOTHING!? HERE
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CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.

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[CHRISTIAN DAVEK]

The bartenders, the bouncer, the manager, the owner, and anyone involved in 13 Bar and Lounge well knew that Christian Davek and Nathan Wilder were definitely not old enough to legally be let in, no matter how good of a fake ID they both had. They also knew just how wealthy Stanley Wilder was, and they were more than well acquainted with Nathan’s partier of a mother, Stella Wilder. It was easy for everyone to ignore the truth and play along with whatever story the boys came up with for the night, turning a blind eye to anything involving those boys. Christian and Nathan were well aware that everyone knew the truth, but they took advantage of it. It was almost tempting to just waltz in without bothering with fake IDs, but for everyone’s sake they kept onto them. It would save the employees and employers of 13 if they at least had the excuse of “not knowing”…

With this in mind, it was no surprise to find two sixteen year old boys with easy access to a club to be at that club as often as possible. In order to impress a leggy blond named Taylor, Nathan had gotten them into a VIP room where Nathan and Taylor did shots while Christian did his best to entertain Taylor’s slutty friends, Lindsey and Amber. They were mildly attractive…The size of their breasts and ass made up for their other lacking traits, but their obvious whore-ness made it hard for Christian to be interested. He himself was a known womanizer, a proud manwhore. But unlike Nathan who liked his women easy, Christian was more interested in challenges. There was certainly nothing challenging about Lindsey or Amber who were both on either side of him on the couch, their mouths and tongues touching everything exposed to them and tried their best to expose more. Meanwhile, Nathan was in one corner with his pants around his ass, giving Taylor a good time.

Scoffing, Christian stood up, causing both Lindsey and Amber to fall over a bit. Amber, who had been on the arm of the couch, fell off completely while Lindsey merely fell onto her back on the couch. Both watched him in confusion as he straightened his shirt and sports coat and walked out without a word. He heard whining and bitching coming from the two whores, and he only smirked. He was sure Nathan would tend to them all before the night was over. Much like himself, Nathan was very charismatic and attractive and had no problem seducing women. And if it meant fucking three drunk friends in front of each other, he was sure of anyone, Nathan Dennis Wilder could do it. He was the son of Dionysus, after all, the god of parties and drunkenness. He knew how to have a good time and provide a good time, if nothing else. It was why Christian was his best friend…It was just nights like these Christian didn’t feel like being around it.

Stepping out of the VIP room, Christian didn’t move far and surveyed the bar slowly. Almost everyone was on the dance floor, practically having sex with their clothes on…Or maybe they were having sex, if they were as talented as Christian and Nathan. But Christian highly doubted that. The two could have been born twins, he swore, so similar in almost everything but for the fact that Nathan was laid back and liked easy girls and Christian was a bit more temperamental and liked challenges. It wouldn’t have been so bad to be a son of Dionysus. For a while, after meeting Nathan, Christian was sure that he was. The two had gotten along so easily and the Wilders had taken Christian in…They almost were brothers. Of course recently Christian had had his little theory proven wrong but the appearance of his real mother, a goddess named Danica, aka Danna. He didn’t know her well, but there was some comfort in knowing who she was and knowing that she had wanted him and his sister Azrael. On an even better side, she was smoking hot. Normal people would think fucking ones own mother was gross, but when she was that good looking, they would have to forgive his more perverted thoughts. Besides, the Greek gods were all into incest, right?

That was the last thing on his mind, though, as he headed over to the bar. The dance floor was crowded, and it was tempting to join in and find some hot girl or guy to go home with, but one of few people at the bar had caught his eye. Once he spotted her, he had his target for the night. At least for now, unless she proved dull. He walked over to her easily and turned towards the bartender. “The usual,” he said with a nod. The usual scotch, his favorite drink as discovered since living with the Wilders. “You know, you shouldn’t be at the bar alone…You might have strange guys come up to try to hit on you,” he said with a smirk, eying her up and down. He knew as well as she would know that he was one of those guys, but the obvious things didn’t matter as much as getting her attention.

WORDS! numbeh!!
STATUS! completeorimcomplete?
TAGS! ilikeyou
NOTES! blahblahblah
INSPIRATION! whatchalisteningto?!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[ISOBEL CARTER]

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[/color] she teased back easily, giggling and looking back at the glasses and such along wall behind the bar while his eyes took her in. She was a looker, and she knew it, so he could have his fun. He was actually a handsome guy, and he looked about her age, though she assumed that if he was in the club often enough to have a usual drink, he was probably older than her. Maybe he just had a youthful face. Either way, he was attractive enough to have some flirtatious fun with for the night. She glanced playfully back at him while the bartender brought his drink, picking the cherry out of her half-gone margarita and popping it into her mouth while she did her own looking. Yes, he would do just fine.

"At any rate, I doubt you need to worry about me," she informed him with a playful wink, toying with the cherry stem on her tongue, seeing if she could tie it into a knot. She could. "I don't appear to be alone now," she said sweetly, looking up at him through thick, dark lashes.

Isobel had known this would be a fun night.
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WORDS!? 564
MUSE!? -
CLOTHING!? HERE
NOTES!? -
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.

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[CHRISTIAN DAVEK]

She was the hottest girl he had seen all night. And he had seen a lot of girls tonight. Fake boobs were jiggling all over the dance floor and clothes worn so tight it seemed as if the girls wearing them might explode. He had seen a good number of good looking men with their shirts off, most muscular enough to be able to show off that way. There were plenty of attractive people here…And twice as many fugly people who should have been aborted or tossed into a trash can at birth. This woman, though, was so much different than the others. She was the only person in the entire club who had really captured his attention tonight, even if she was by far probably the most covered woman in the club. Looking her over, now up close, he was pleased with his decision to come over. She had her little girlie drink, but in his experience it didn’t always take hard liquor to get a girl naked. All it took was a little bit of tequila to make her clothes fall off, and he was sure her little pansy drink had enough to get her into his bed.

Hitting on a girl was an art form, and one that Christian Davek was mastered in. There were the cheesy lines you could find in any book and the ones that only got a drink splashed into your face. Christian found himself charming enough to pull most of them off, but too clever to want to use them often. He grinned as the words flowed easily out of his mouth without much thought and laughed at the girl’s response. “Predictable, yet pleasing response,” he replied with a grin. His dark hazel eyes glanced her over once again, nodding to the bartender blindly when he brought over his drink and he glanced away, finally, to lean back and grasp the glass, taking a long drink of it. He got comfortable because, unlike Nate, he liked to have nonsexual fun with the women he would eventually screw. He liked challenges…Playing mind games, flirting, drinking…Actually having a good time. He might have even walked away with a few friends if he wasn’t such an asshole, but the women he did sleep with usually made pretty good booty calls when he was bored and lazy. Just because they hated his guts, didn’t mean they didn’t want to sleep with him.

The stranger went on speaking and his eyes flickered back up towards her face, a slow smirk reforming. “Very true. Glad to offer my services to all ladies in….need,” he drawled, winking back at her as he took another drink. “There’s no telling who would have sat next to you if I hadn’t shown up,” he said, looking pointedly at the dance floor at a group of homely and fat men who quickly glanced away as Christian turned his gaze to them. He snickered and turned back towards the stranger who was all his for tonight. “Now I will offer to buy you another girlie drink or something harder, if you dare…Like the perfect gentleman I am,” he said, nodding to the bartender, letting him know that anything this girl ordered would be on his tab. With Wilder money backing him up, it was easy enough to do. “I’m Christian.”

WORDS! numbeh!!
STATUS! completeorimcomplete?
TAGS! ilikeyou
NOTES! blahblahblah
INSPIRATION! whatchalisteningto?!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[ISOBEL CARTER]

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[/i]"[/color] she teased back, taking another sip of her cocktail. "But thank you anyway, I suppose," she finished, winking at him. She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile at his emphasis on the word need. Oh, she saw right through him, but that didn't mean he was wrong.

Isobel was growing more and more pleased with the fact that this guy had decided to approach her, rather than someone else. Looking around, she saw few, if any, acceptable alternatives. Some of the guys were pretty muscular, but Isobel didn't always go for the sweaty, just-got-back-from-the-gym type. They tended to stink, for one, and for another steroids did not make a man look attractive. At least in Isobel's eyes. They just made him look ridiculous. A lot of the other guys around here were too old for her... a lot of them looked as if they might be nearly thirty, or even over that. Some of them had a beer gut to rival a pot-bellied pig. She wrinkled her nose at those, watching them grinding out on the dance floor, their stomachs jiggling and only half-covered by their dingy wife beaters, their dirty hands all over any girl they could reach.

She glanced back at her new companion, who seemed suave and charming and much easier on the eyes. Isobel got the feeling to look out for him - it was incredibly obvious why he had approached her, even if he hadn't actually said anything yet. But so long as she played her cards right, he would be just right for the kind of fun she wanted to have.

The man chuckled at all the undesirables out on the dance floor, who were looking everywhere but at him, as if they knew he wasn't one they could beat - at anything. He turned his attention to her and offered to buy her another drink, to which Isobel smiled brightly and promptly turned him down.

"That's so sweet of you, but you might even end up having to finish this one for me," she giggled, lifting her glass slightly to him. The alcohol was beginning to kick in just the way she liked it, and her gut told her that she shouldn't be getting too drunk around this guy. It was a good rule to go by just in general when you lived in New York.

"It's nice to meet you, Christian," she replied, holding her hand out to shake his and flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. "I'm Isobel," she introduced, still smiling. She was happy when tipsy, and downright giddy when drunk, though fortunately she hadn't quite crossed the border into the latter yet. She shook his hand, but didn't let go, choosing to get up from her stool instead.

"Now, if you'd like to ask me to dance, I'm all for that," she teased, giggling, then bit her lip as she eyed the bartender. "And maybe later I might take you up on that offer for another drink... we'll see how things go," she decided, winking at Christian. She would play it by ear with him throughout the night, but for now, she was just ready for some partying fun.
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WORDS!? 564
MUSE!? -
CLOTHING!? HERE
NOTES!? -
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.

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