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Post by Kara Sorynn on Aug 5, 2009 16:30:10 GMT -5
W hether or not she wanted to be here was such a stupid question. Of course she wanted to be here. She had plenty of money from mom and dad to keep her on her feet. Speaking of her feet she had them to keep her wealthy enough as well. Going to Le Ballet D'or and also working at Siren's Song was way more than enough she needed. it was fun, a blast, something to keep her jumping from idea to idea. It wasn't hard to keep her energy up, after all...she had plenty to go around.
She had been at the club for awhile already, rushing over and getting in just as they opened. She liked spending extra time at work. It was just something she liked. The high intense buzz it gave her was something that she just loved. That was the only reason she was here. She walked to the back, quickly changing into something more suitable for here. Her jeans, flip flops, and cami would simply not do. Of course she could make anything work. She'd be able to charm and keep her work up for the night if she had to in jeans. There's nothing that pulling off her shirt wouldn't do.
Holding back the giggles that tickled the back of her throat she slipped into a different set of clothes, before sitting down quickly so she could place her feet inside of the black boots. Tugging at the zippers she smiled lightly as the right zipper reached the top, and then the left. She buckled the three buckles on each boot, smiling once more as she stood and moved towards a mirror to redo the make-up applied to her eyes. Her heels clicked lightly on the floor, though it wasn't too loud. She was fine with it, though she would of preferred had they not. Although the sound would be drowned out in a matter of moments. She could already hear the pulse of the bass booming in her ears. Time had gone by swiftly and soon the night would be well into the morning and she'd be leaving to start another day.
Leaving the dressing area she smiled a swift flirty smile at a guy who watched her as she walked out. But the last thing she had in mind was entertaining a guy, at least that guy. Some of the guys here were dirty...in the worst way possible. But some of them, were just...fun? Was that a safe way to put it. Rolling her eyes lightly at her thought she let her elbow lean on the bar. "Apple Martini?" She spoke quickly smiling as she looked back to see somebody had brushed up beside her. She didn't know who it was, but maybe just maybe she'd find some interest in the night yet?
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words >> 471
outfit >> CLiCK
notes >> ummmm open? and sorry it's a bit short
location location location >> bar
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Post by Garret Morgan on Aug 11, 2009 22:22:42 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! Garret loved bars. He loved bars, and that was all it came down to. If he could bar tend and his sister wouldn't found out, he would. However, she did look in on him, and she would know that he was working there. So, he let his mind wander to fantasy of picking up women in this bar and just settled for coming to the Siren's Song a few nights a week to enjoy himself a nice drink. As he pulled up on his motorcycle, he looked around at the people who were walking in. They all seemed to be men. That was the only downfall to this bar. All there were was strippers, and sometimes, he did get sick of strippers. That sounded bad, but it was true. After a while, the strippers were just girls looking for a payment plan. He could go to another bar, but the bartenders were to die for here. He couldn't help himself. Walking in, he watched the woman on stage, admiring her dark hair and piercing eyes for a moment. He knew about her, thought, she was a social climber. Garret preferred to live in the moment. He didn't care what was going to happen ten steps down the road. He cared about the here and now, and in the here and now, he truly needed a huge drink to make his day just a little bit better. His training coach had given them a routine where they were supposed to be women. Women! Garret loved women, he just sucked at playing one, and the coach let them know that Garret sucked. Because of this, he had an intense need to down a couple of beers to get his masculinity up. Maybe flirt with a random girl. All in good time, in his opinion. Walking up to the barkeep, he brushed against a girl momentarily. He really didn't think about it, didn't apologize. Close quarters, in his opinion. She, however, seemed to think it was relevant, for she turned as he looked at the bar keep "I'll have a beer, whatever you have on tap." he tapped against the bar, looking down at the girl in front of him. A smile lit his face, he knew this girl, she worked at the Ballet. It was common knowledge to most strait men about the Siren's and Le Ballet, but seeing a girl was always fun, just to see them odo the things they did. "Well hello! Kara, right? I work at the Ballet." She was dazzling, completely dazzling. The fact that he knew her only made his night better. She wasn't just a Siren, she was a Prima as well. Majestic grace mixed with dazzling alluring beauty and sensuality. It made his heart quicken a bit as his beer was slid into his hand. He took a drink, just what he needed, a beautiful girl to speak to and hit on a bit, and a good beer straight from the tap. I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,i hope you like this post of 496 , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous Kara Sorynn , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the outfit? oh that just looks like any normal guy clothes. Oh, and the thread was created by kittykats of caution 2.0 , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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Post by Kara Sorynn on Aug 12, 2009 12:04:36 GMT -5
 
The fact that guys were everywhere just made her smile. Kara was one who loved guys. Absolutely loved them. It was hard to get away from them and perhaps that was her problem. But at the same time it was definitely not a problem. It was something she enjoyed, and the guys she found interesting enjoyed it too. Glancing over the guy that had received a beer, and brushed against her she smiled softly. He knew her, personally? Not really, but close enough. However, when one knew her....it was odd. It wasn't terrible. After all she enjoyed working here after the days at the school. Yet, some looked down on her. Not that it would bother her at all. She wasn't one to let other people's thoughts get to her. In fact she was one who laughed at it. "Ah yes. Garret right? " She gave a soft smile. Her drink was pushed into her hand and she grasped it lightly. Her blonde hair swung lightly over her shoulder as she gave a soft smile towards him.
She wasn't going to act unfriendly and cold towards the man. One that wasn't allowed, and two she didn't need to. He was handsome, good looking, knew her and wasn't a total dickhead like the others that she sometimes dealt with to get some of the fun out of the night. Resting an elbow lightly against the bar she rocked a leg back and forth trying to take away some of the tension she felt in the air. As relaxed as she was somebody else by her wasn't. Siren's Song wasn't always easy going and laid back. Fights broke out over girls, sometimes never heard through the pulse of the music and the hoots of others guys at a show.
Her soft pale blue eyes kept his gaze with a polite and soft smile lit on her face. She could fake a happy act if she had to, but it wasn't needed. He seemed laid back, and she could be that was around him. Thought the tension that formed at the back of her head still persisted and bothered her. Letting her gaze drift to the girl with the show she smirked lightly, before turning back to Garret. "She's good, though not as great as others yeah?" Perhaps she wasn't as in the air as most strippers.
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words >> 401
outfit >> CLiCK
notes >> shortish...stupid band
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Post by Garret Morgan on Aug 12, 2009 16:54:35 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! Well, at least she recognized him. Nothing worse than recognizing a girl who thought you were just some creep. He had reminded her he worked at the Ballet, but that could lead to a more stalkerish quality, with her jumping to the conclusion that he was following her here to watch her strip. She looked like she hadn't been doing much stripping yet, or she had just gotten done with her segment and hadn't wanted to work the floor tonight. He knew that some girls didn't even work the floor. Those girls he didn't like too much. If you were going to work there, why not go all the way. If you were going to dance, don't use it as some thrill seeking adventure. Fully commit to the adventure. No one went half way around the world and said, 'Well, that's good enough for me.' No, they went fully around the world and completed it then. He hoped she wasn't one of those, he would be disappointed in a fellow worker. Not that he actually worked. He nodded his head a bit, taking another swig from his drink and also made a note to make sure he bought her a drink tonight. Always be prepared to make a girl friendly towards you, you never knew what you could get out of it. "Yeah, but you can call me Ret if that's your pick. So you just get off or just get here?" He had just got here, A, Because he hated seeing Scarlett here. His baby sister was her best friend, and seeing the girl on stage put a dirty picture in his mind that made it weird to look at Scarlett as she spent the night with his sister. He may be a player, but he was a player who had a few boundaries that should just never be crossed. The mere image of it now made him sick. And B, because he was never on time for anything. If it wasn't one thing it was another. The only reason he hadn't been fired from Le Ballet was because he was an amazing dancer, not for all his practicing, but just because he was just good. It ran in the family he supposed. His eyes leapt to the girl on stage, studying her movements. Once you were a dancer, stripping became an art form. "She's favoring her ankle. I bet she would be amazing if she hadn't hurt it somehow. See how she won't extend all the way on her right leg. She only does it with the left, and that isn't even her strong foot. Nope, that girl would be ten times better if she would just rest for the night, I suppose. Bet she doesn't compare to you." It wasn't exactly a pick up line, exactly. It was more a fact considering she was a ballet dancer. However, he wasn't shaking off the good compliment. If it was a line, he had delivered it well with good, subtle hints that most girls wouldn't pick up on. If he could enjoy her for the night, it would be a night well spent. She was gorgeous. Her skirt left just enough for the imagination, and he wanted her to keep those boots on no matter what, they had the perfect affect on her. Her hair was smooth in the light of the club, and her blue eyes caught his attention. Of course, he wasn't bad looking, and he sort of knew it. He was a rich guy who had an eight hundred dollar jacket on, and he wore it under toned muscles. He was handsome, and even though he knew it he covered over it with charm. He liked the way he looked, and the outfit was put together well. Most girls wouldn't even recognize him as a dancer, and really he didn't much care for dancing anyway. It was just a way to keep him busy, plus it got him close to all the girls at the Ballet. He knew most of the older ones would keep it hidden from his sister. No one really wanted to tell a guy's baby sister that he was a male slut. Tonight, he would just have a bit of fun with Kara. I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,i hope you like this post of 708 , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous Kara Sorynn , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the outfit? oh that just looks like any normal guy clothes. Oh, and the thread was created by kittykats of caution 2.0 , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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Post by Kara Sorynn on Aug 13, 2009 7:36:10 GMT -5
Kara watched him closely. She knew him, or some things about him. He got around, but then again so did she. It wasn't hard to let your body slide through the easy swings of life. Ret. The mental note was put aside in her head. Nicknames were something she enjoyed. It was an odd sort of thing that was a quirk of hers. But then again she had quite a few quirks that seemed to find a way to show themselves whenever they found fit. "Just got here. " She assumed that it was her outfit that threw him off. Girls did take breaks after a show or perhaps just walking around. Working here did not always mean you were stripping whenever you walked into the place. Though Kara wasn't one to object to a good deal of fun.
Listening to his words her eyes flicked to the girl once more. Everything he said was true. She could have noticed it if she would of looked closer. But that she did not. She had just made the comment because it was a spark of something to talk about. Perhaps not the best conversation in a strip club between a man and a woman but it was something more interesting than the weather. Bet she doesn't compare to you. The words tugged at her ears begging to send her a soft warm feeling. But she wouldn't allow it. After all the guys here wanted a good time, and it was her job to give it. None of the things they said meant anything to her. At least most of them. Once or twice an issue over a guy had come up. But it had been resolved. Cause and effect seemed to show up at the worst times possible.
Biting her tongue she felt the tongue ring butt into the roof of her mouth. Smirking lightly she gave a quick laugh before moving closer and putting her lips beside his ear. "Wouldn't you like to know." Her tongue clicked lightly at the end of her sentence as she whispered the words loud enough for him to hear over the music. Pulling away slightly she smiled lightly her eyes glistened with intensity and a slight mysterious aura hung around her. She wasn't easy to decipher, at least if you didn't know her well. Garret on the other hand would know her a little more than others in this place would. As much as that worried her it gave her a light feeling about it.
Whatever happened would be kept in her memory. She saw him at least once a week, sometimes more. It'd forever be brought up in her mind by the night of tonight. The date forever imprinted. But there was no tie down here. She didn't belong to him and no relationship was going to occur. They were two people...a man and a woman...almost as distant as two strangers were.
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words >> 491
outfit >> CLiCK
notes >> blah
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