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Post by xmylastletter on Feb 13, 2008 13:14:42 GMT -5
What a boring night. There she was, walking around Miami aimlessly, like some kind of an idiot. Its not like there was anything she could do. Until she figured out what she wanted to do, she would be stuck wandering around, killing her legs. Delilah was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, with a white long sleeved shirt. A necklace with plastic black beads hung from her neck.
She walked until she came across a club. Looked like fun. There was a sign on the door saying '18 and older. Drinks sold to 21 and older'. She shrugged it off, there wasn't a line or anything. Surprising. The music was so loud, she felt like she was already inside. Delilah walked past the man at the front who was supposed to ID people. He just nodded at her, and she went in. If only getting into other clubs was this easy. She was actually surprised he didn't ask her age, even though she would be 18 in a few months.
The second she walked into the club she felt like she was deafened. "Damn." She mumbled under her breath. The music was really loud, but whatever floated their boats. Delilah walked over to the bar, sitting down. She wasn't intending on ordering anything; She was planning on looking for a 21 year old to buy her something. Se doubted she could pass for 21.
Delilah turned around, scanning her eyes through the club. Not one person she recognized. Bummer. Turning back around, the bartender was passing by, and asked her what she wanted to drink. She was surprised, maybe he wouldn't ID her. "Oh, um." She shouted over the music, "I'll have a Budweiser, please." Beer sounded abnormally good at the moment. He smiled, and after a minute, he was back with her beer. "Thanks." She said as he rushed away to take peoples orders. Must be a hard job. She thought, and turned back around, looking back through the club, occasionally taking a sip from her beer.
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Post by Ryuu James on Feb 13, 2008 13:32:48 GMT -5
[mine =D]
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Post by xmylastletter on Feb 13, 2008 13:34:38 GMT -5
[kayy :] ]
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Post by Ryuu James on Feb 13, 2008 14:08:18 GMT -5
Back down in Brooklyn, I'm so hard
Naked with the lady, crashed my car
Maxed out all of my credit cards, black out in Brooklyn
Brooklyn!
Although Ryuu had organized a night out for Friday, he couldn’t bear to keep himself away from Club Sierra for too long. He’d only made it to Wednesday, which was an improvement from last week. Nodding a hello to the bouncer, he went into the throbbing club. It was dark inside, even though it was still early evening, but most of the tables were empty. The bar man looked up and smiled at him, unable to wave because he was cleaning a glass.
Ryuu made his way over to the bar, and sat down at the end, ordering a beer and sipping it thoughtfully. He’d ordered it in a bottle, because he didn’t like drinking beer from a glass. In the usual nonchalant way, he glanced around, looking for someone to chat up. He’d been having a bit of a dry spell on the ladies front, and when he spotted the lone girl further up the bar looking a little lonely, he smiled to himself.
Getting up with his drink, he walked over to her slowly and calmly, a soft smile on his face. Sitting down next to her, tilting his body towards her in a friendly way, he gazed at her with blazing green eyes.
“Hi there, can I get you another one of them?” he purred, his husky voice was faintly French, although you could tell he’d spent a lot of time in California. His pale green shirt was cut off at the shoulders, and showed off his well toned arm muscles, and his tight jeans did the same for his legs. He hoped it impressed, but he was sure if his looks didn’t work, his charm would.
“I’m Ryuu, to whom to I owe the pleasure?” he drawled, winking slyly.
Heading out to Detroit, got the call the motor city's jumping
Maybe I should stay
Curtain calls coming, we'll have to stall, a red heads finding her way back stage
I see her coming this way
I get in I get out jump in a cab at a quarter to midnight
I show up we get down and the party gets started again
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Post by xmylastletter on Feb 13, 2008 14:22:43 GMT -5
She sat, and watched people dance. She sat, and watched people enter the club. She sat, and watched people leave the club. Let's just say, she sat and watched. Delilah let out a long sigh, taking another sip of her beer, no Smirnoff for her tonight.
Hearing a voice to the side of her, She turned her head slowly toward him. Her reactions seemed kind of slowed down for a few moments, dazed. After a few seconds, she regained her personality. "Hello," Delilah said in her usual up beat voice. It was nice having company, she loved company. She looked down at her nearly empty beer bottle, and looked back over at him, this time shifting her body slightly toward him. "Alright." She smiled at him. You could never have to much beer.
"Ryuu, It's very nice to meet you," She was used to introducing herself, she met a lot of new people, now she was almost never shy around new people. "I'm Delilah." In fact, she actually looked forward to meeting new people, "Or Lilah." Delilah took another few sips, finishing her beer, and placed it behind her on the bar. This boy looked familiar, she knew she'd seen him around more than a few times. "Hey, Don't you go to my school?" She asked, remembering seeing him in the hall a few days ago.
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Post by Ryuu James on Feb 13, 2008 14:38:03 GMT -5
Back down in Brooklyn, I'm so hard
Naked with the lady, crashed my car
Maxed out all of my credit cards, black out in Brooklyn
Brooklyn!
He was still grinning, and nodded when he heard her name.
“Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York city?~” he sang, in his usual husky manly voice that was typical of when he sang. He called over the bar man and ordered a couple of Alco pops, handing him a note to pay. He leaned closer to her, his greasy brown hair falling in his face.
“Yeh, I’m a senior there. I think I saw you the other day in the hall,” he chuckled, remembering his little antics from that day. He’d been taunting a pair of freshmen, and then he decided to start break dancing with one of the more competent seniors. It had been a funny sight. Ryuu liked to do stupid things like that; it got him attention, which he loved.
Heading out to Detroit, got the call the motor city's jumping
Maybe I should stay
Curtain calls coming, we'll have to stall, a red heads finding her way back stage
I see her coming this way
I get in I get out jump in a cab at a quarter to midnight
I show up we get down and the party gets started again
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Post by xmylastletter on Feb 13, 2008 14:51:08 GMT -5
Aah, that song. That song that got over played after a week. At least it was a song about somebody loving a girl name Delilah, not hating one. That was a plus. "Actually," She chimed in after him starting to sing 'hey there delilah',"I've been there, It kind of sucks." She laughed softly, though it probably was too quiet for him to hear. The music was drowning everything else out.
"Oh yeah," She could recall what had happened, "You were break dancing with a few seniors." Delilah tilted her head to the side, trying to think of a reason as to why they would do that. It was rather odd, but still dead funny. "Seniors these days." She shook her head in a joking manner. It was extremely hard to hear him. She had to lean in slightly, so she could hear what he was saying.
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Post by Ryuu James on Feb 14, 2008 2:20:05 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrow when she began to contradict the song, and then burst out laughing.
“I’ve never been, I wouldn’t know,” he shrugged, after he’d recovered from his giggle fit, and took a sip of his striking blue Alco pop. He dug into his pocket and got out a cigarette, not offering her one. She seemed like too nice a girl to smoke. Drawing on it heavily, he looked at the band on stage.
“Ha, ils sont nulls” he snorted, talking mostly to himself.
Laughing again, he nodded, and ran a hand through his greasy hair.
“Yep, the very one,” he grinned lopsidedly, and winked, “I like to have some fun. Only a few months left before there’s no rules to break,” he frowned. The finals were looming, and he’d skipped half his classes this semester. He was surprised they hadn’t punished him for truancy yet.
“So…Where you from? Been here long?” he asked, trying to make good conversation. He liked the way she’d leaned in, and leaned in also, so he didn’t have to shout.
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