crappy !

[october`]

click here to get in the groove

[mars«]

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carmen never got drunk. she always got close, but had never gotten all the way there. there’s always a first for something though.

a purple haired girl teetered towards the bar, her silver studded bracelet flashed in the low light. her red aviators held back her mess of hair as she slowly made her way towards the oak wood counter. her black and red pumps clicked against the worn out wood flooring that covered the pub. she had come from a corner booth that held two guys and some other random girl she had just met. the four of them had been sharing a pitcher of beer that one of the gentlemen had bought. they had been playing some stupid game that carmen couldn’t even remember the name of. all she remembered was that who ever lost each round had to chug half a glass of the beer. the four of them had become drunk fast.

when the beer had run dry, they started having other things the looser had to do. she had already made out with both of the gents and had narrowly gotten out of having to get to know the girl a bit better. of course she would remember none of this come morning, but it was always fun to have fun.

when carmen reached the bar, she sunk onto one of the stools and laid her head on the cool wood. she laid her single gloved hand on the counter as well. when the bar tender walked over to her he laid his rag on the counter and gave her a weird look. aren’t you a little young miss to be out drinking? carmen groaned then reached into her bag to grab her wallet. keeping her forehead against the cool wood, she showed the man her id then threw it back into her bag. No. she mumbled, her voice muffled by the counter. Get me some to get rid of this headache. she moaned to the bar tender as she lifted her head. her normally bright eyes where darkened and she had bags under her bottom eye lid.

when the bar tender came back with a drink for her, she grabbed it then took a long sip. smacking her lips together, carmen looked around the pub, finally able to some what focus on stuff. two seats down from her sat a blonde haired girl with white gold eyes. carmen knew instantly that she was a shifter. she flicked her gloved head in a lazy recognition. she had though she had seen the girl before, but she wasn’t sure. raising her drink to her lips once more time, she finished the drink in a quick gulp. sighing, she putting the glass back on the oak bar and looked at the girl. carmen blinked her purple eyes once, then spoke. do i know you?

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FOR;; the lovely miss blithe
STATUS;; finished/unfinished
WORD COUNT;; 477
NOTES;; ewwwwwwwwww
OUTFIT;; [click]
BANNER;; © me
TEMPLATE;; © me

[october`]

If you randomly asked a bystander to take a swing at what Blithe William’s first word was, be prepared to hear the D word. That’s right, drunk. What else were you thinking?

The skies were a drab grayscale, tainting the world below in a sort of gloomy aspect. Blithe wanted to keel over and die right on the spot. The hot guys, the clubs, and her good mood all dawned and faded with the sun. The only thing open during a not-quite-so-rainy day was the pub. Blithe wrinkled her nose and ran her fingers through her hair, looking out at the sidewalk parallel to the one she was walking on. A tall woman in a business suit screamed into a cell phone, her hair frazzled and strands of aged auburn hair falling out of a once perfect bun. A rather fat hotdog vendor called out his prices, trying to seduce the snappy business woman into buying one.

Blithe shuddered internally. Nothing was worse than the typical seductive hotdog vendor. She had her fair share of them in her life, but couldn’t find the strength to bring herself to buy one. She wouldn’t torture herself into dragging herself to such a low point. The partying daughter of Anya and Allen Williams, wild and scandalous she may be, had still been raised in a upper class household. She knew her boundaries.

So the choice ultimately came down to this: the fat, seductive hotdog vendor or the pub. With alcohol. Blithe sighed, flagging down a taxi. She slightly smirked when she climbed in the backseat; at least her driver was cute. He turned and winked at her, his dark brown hair nearly falling over his eyes.

“And where,” he said slowly, “might I be able to take a pretty lady like you?”

Blithe raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Not tonight,” she whispered, leaning back in her seat. “Streets of London, ASAP. I could use a beer or two.”

The taxi driver, now silent, deftly notched himself in the busy Perith traffic, maneuvering around other cars and taxis. Blithe stared out the window, tall buildings and skyscrapers flashing past in gray blurs. Finally, the driver swung left, toward the curb, coming to a standstill.

“That’ll be eight dollars,” he said, looking at her. Blithe stroked his cheek, leaning forward. “How about I do this,” she whispered, “and we forget the money.”

She softly pressed her lips to his, holding them there for a moment before pulling away and stepping out of the taxi. She smiled, heaving open the heavy oak door. She stepped inside, the bartender holding up a hand. “Not today, kid,” he warned. Blithe rolled her eyes and fished her ID out of her purse, finding a seat at the bar. She quickly took in her surroundings, shaking her head when she saw a girl no older than her in a liplock with a guy in a booth. An empty mug sat in the middle of the table, and she immediately knew why the two were in a liplock. It took fewer muscles than talking to make out.

Blithe ordered a beer, taking a swig and raising her eyebrows when the girl from the booth teetered over to her.

“Do I know you?” she asked, and Blithe blinked, taking note of her odd purple eyes.

“My name is Blithe Williams. I’m pretty damn sure you’ve heard of me.” She didn’t bother to offer a handshake.

word count five hundred eighty three
muse so-so
outfit click
for... miss carmen :3

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[mars«]

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as carmen made out with one of the gents at her circular booth, she heard the door creak open. the ‘bouncer’ said something to the entering person, but the pub was to loud to hear what was said. she continued to snog the gent for a few more moments before she broke away from him. grabbing the cards, she dealed then everyone picked up their own. they had been playing for so long now it took them about a minuet and a half to finish. the second gent lost this round and carmen soon was in lip lock with him. she crawled away from the first gent and crawled into the lap of the second. she wrapped her skinny clad jeans around his waist and twined her fingers into his shaggy blonde hair. his green flecked eyes and her own purple ones where closed and their eye lashes brushed together. her purple and black hair ticked his neck and face as she leaned into him, forcing him to arch his back.

as they broke apart, each person gasped and then moaned. carmen smirked then pecked his moist lips. as she unwrapped her legs from him and crawled off his lap, he reached out and goosed her jean covered ass. carmen giggled like a preppy little school girl then reached over and kissed him again. grabbing her bag, she left the booth and started to walk towards the bar on wobbly legs. her heels clicked against the wood but where almost impossible to hear over the noise of the crowd in the pub. the crowd tonight was a mix of shifters, magic users, and a few humans. the shifters and magic users mingled easily, while most of the humans kept to themselves. there were a few exceptions though, like the first guy carmen had made out with and two girls that were talking to a group of elementals about their power.

carmen grabbed her red aviators from the tangle of hair on top of her head and dropped them into her black bag. she grabbed her iphone out of the bag to see if either her brother or twin had texted her to see where she was. surprise surprise! her brother had texted her five times while her twin, zero. she quickly typed a reply of ‘im fine’ then dropped it back into her bag. she felt her phone go off with in a few moments of her putting it away. she reached into her bag and saw that her brother, tom, was calling her. she rejected the call then texted him telling him to knock it off. sighing, she dropped the phone into her bag once more then resumed her walking.

when she reached the bar, she sat on the bar stool two down from the shifter that was about the same age as her. as she waited for the girl to answer her question, she grabbed a case of advil and swallowed three times as many needed pills dry. she then gulped down some water as the girl spoke. My name is Blithe Williams. I’m pretty damn sure you’ve heard of me. carmen set the water glass down then looked at blithe. well shit! you don’t need to be all prissy about it. carmen replied. calling the bat tender over, she ordered a fancy appletini to give her something other then beer to drink. after drinking almost a pitcher of it, she didn’t want any more. grabbing the fancy glass with her glover left hand, she downed the drink in one gulp. putting the cup down, she motioned for a refill. while she waited, she started to talk to blithe. so you’re a bitchy shifter that every’s talking about. they say you broke your parent’s hearts. carmen chuckled a bit then grabbed the new drink. do you want to start a tab miss? the bar tender asked. carmen nodded then slowly took sips from the drink, all the while watching the snooty blonde haired blithe.

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FOR;; the lovely miss blithe
STATUS;; finished/unfinished
WORD COUNT;; six-six-six
NOTES;; tehehe
OUTFIT;; [click]
BANNER;; © me
TEMPLATE;; © me

[october`]

Blithe chuckled as she watched the commotion between the girl and the dude in the booth. It looked as if things were getting steamy - but, oh wait. It was kind of a turn off that they were in a bar. It was almost as bad as the seductive hotdog vendor.

Well, almost.

She rolled her eyes as the guy pinched her ass - were they five? And she giggled, too. How disgusting. Blithe took another sip of her beer, flinching when she felt a hand snake around her waist. She turned and saw a handsome man, probably in his late twenties. And probably, drunk, too, by the way he was standing.

Hey, there, sexy! he bellowed, and Blithe could smell the beer on his breath. She smiled, standing, beer still in hand. She molded herself into his shape, and without hesitation pulled his face toward her’s, kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss with double the fervor, wrapping his hands around her waist.

Blithe raised her beer glass over his head, and in one fluid flick of her wrist sent it pouring down over his head. Of course, she backed out of the way. How could she ruin her dress? Sorry, fletcher, she cooed, sitting back down and crossing her legs. The man mumbled something under his breath, a word sounding like a gurgled mix of bitch and damn. Blithe smirked, suddenly realizing she saw El Liplock chick staring at her from two seats down. She stared back defiantly, not scared in the slightest when she walked over, her black heels clicking on the unpolished wooden floor. Do I know you? she asked, blinking.

Blithe angled her head. My name is Blithe Williams. I am pretty damn sure you’ve heard of me. She made no move to offer a handshake.

The girl dry swallowed three Advil with a glass of water. She swallowed and then rested the glass of the glass bar, staring at her. Well shit! You don’t have to be all prissy about it.

Blithe said nothing, only continued to stare. She wouldn’t be offended by someone who made out with a stranger in a pub booth. Oh, no, make that two strangers. And then looking as if she enjoyed it.

So you’re the bitchy shifter everyone’s been talking about, Carmen noted, sipping her appletini. Broke your parents hearts.

Blithe snorted. And they say you raped yours. She shook her head. Look, what do you want? I can’t waste my time talking to someone who makes out in a pub booth. She turned away, ordering a Mojito.

word count four hundred thirty two
referring to carmabelle
outfit click

[mars«]

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as carmen walked towards the bar, her purple eyes on the blonde hair blithe, she saw her get up then started making out with some random guy. carmen studied the boy. he was about in his twenties, still young but old enough to have a good time with. carma almost laughed out loud when she heard the guy bellow words at the snooty girl. the entire time she walked towards the oak wood bar counter, the two where in lip lock, just standing there, not a care. carma snorted as the guy started to twist his arms around blithe’s waist. she looked over her shoulder at the two gents and girl she had left behind. they where all sitting still, and the spot between the two guys was still open. she had been sitting there, the best seat in the house when she was hanging with them. the other girl was trying to sneak her way between the two gents and steal the stop. she stole one of carma’s moves to do it as well. she watched in disgust as the girl straddled the shaggy haired blonde and start playing with his hair while putting her chest in his face. carmen almost laughed again when he pushed her away. it looked as though me mouthed whore to his buddy. when he saw carma looking at them, he waved at her, trying to get her to some back. she held up one finger, telling him in a minute.

when the sound of beer hitting skin, hair, clothing, and wood floor hit carmen, she spun around and gasped. blithe had dumped her beer on the guy she had just been making out with. carmen snorted as the guy stormed away. he walked right past her and she smirked at him and waggled her eyebrows, inviting him to come hang with her once he had on some new clothing. she took a few steps backwards then spun around and walked straight again.

as carmen sat at the bar on a stool and started at blithe, she saw her turn her head and stare right back at her. carmen frowned at her. she already hated the girl and they had only exchanged a few words. carmen lifted the drink once more, this time in her right ungloved hand. the leather glove on her left hand creaked as she balled up her fist. she lifted her arm up and rested her elbow on the oak bar counter. she rested a pale chin on her leather glad hand and narrowed her eyes slightly at the blonde haired girl. her silver studded bracelet clinked against the hard wood counter as she set the pretty glass down. some of the read liquid in the bottom stirred and the lemon peel swirl fell into the drink. carmen tisked then fished the yellow thing out of her drink with her long black painted finger nails.

as carmen set the lemon peel on a small napkin, she heard the blonde chick talk to her. And they say you raped yours. carmen laughed and the looked at the girl coldly. jealous that I get some and you don’t? carmen smirked then turned in her seat, looking at the bar tender. Look, what do you want? I can’t waste my time talking to someone who makes out in a pub booth. carmen nodded thanks to the bartender as he filled her appletini up again. blinking her purple eyes, she turned at looked at blithe. you’re like me. you broke your parents’ hearts, becoming the thing they didn’t want you to. grasping the fancy glass, carmen lifted it to her pale lips and took a sip. just face it, you’re a bitch and you relish in the fact. why don’t you piss your parents off even more and come hang with us. she motioned with her gloves hand towards the booth where she had come from. they were the ;bad’ kids of the town. standing up, carmen spun around on her black heels and walked away from blithe, back towards the booth. as she walked she passed by the boy blithe had been making out with. grapping his hand, she brought him with her. when they reached the booth, she had him sit then she curled up in his lap. laughing at something the two gents where talking about, she sipped her drink.

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FOR;; the lovely miss blithe
STATUS;; finished/unfinished
WORD COUNT;; seven twenty nine
NOTES;; this be crap
OUTFIT;; [click]
BANNER;; © me
TEMPLATE;; © me

[october`]

Jealous that I get some and you don’t?

Blithe clucked her tongue and took a sip of her Mojito, eyebrows raised. Ah, incest. It’s my favorite thing to do when I’m bored. Oh wait, I forgot. I don’t have any parents. Damn. She laughed once and shook her head, swishing her drink around with her straw.

You’re like me. Blithe flinched, turning her head toward Carmen. No, no she wasn’t like her. Not in the slightest. Do you have a drinking problem? The words were boiling on her tongue, but she held them back, sighing.

Carmen continued, You broke your parents hearts, becoming the thing they didn’t want you to be. Under her breath, Blithe mumbled, You can say that again. She took another sip of her drink, popping an ice cube in her mouth. Just face it, you’re a bitch and you relish in the fact. Why don’t you piss your parents off even more and come hang with us. Without another word, the girl stood up and clicked back to the pub booth, sitting down in the padded chair.

Decisions, decisions. But, oh yes, Blithe did in fact relish in the fact of being a bitch. She smiled, suddenly bringing her drinks to her lips with a fervor and downed the rest of the drink, standing. She turned toward the bartender, narrowing her eyes. Shots all around for my friends and I. Without another word, she walked over to Carmen and slid into the seat next to her, flirtatiously batting her eyelashes at the gent across from her. A waitress came over with a tray of small shot glasses, all filled with a bit of the strongest whiskey. Blithe clapped and pushed the tray in the middle, motioning with her hands for everyone to take a glass. She raised it up, smiling. I’d like to propose a toast to every backstabbing bitch, whore, punk, and bad ass in this town, especially the one sitting right next to me. Blithe winked and chugged her glass.

word count : three hundred thirty six
referring to : carmabelle
outfit : look above

[mars«]

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carmen watched the girl take a sip of her mojito from the corner of her eye. the clucking of her tongue caught carmen’s attention as she spoke. Ah, incest. It’s my favorite thing to do when I’m bored. Oh wait, I forgot. I don’t have any parents. Damn. carmen smirked then took another sit of her drink. turning to look at the girl, she spoke. my, my, aren’t you funny. the girl’s laugh mixed with the sound of liquid swirling around annoyed carmen, but she didn’t say anything. she didn’t want this girl to get even more annoying.

as carmen started to talk again, she noticed the girl flinch. ha! she thought. I found her weakness. being told she’s like me. as she continued to talk, she heard the blonde haired blithe sigh. carmen spared a quick glance at her then took another sip of her red drink. as she started talking again, she thought she heard the girl speak, but wasn’t sure. she shrugged, not asking her to repeat something she might not have even said.

when she finished talking, carmen drained the rest of her drink. tapping the bar counter, she got a refill then slandered off, back to the booth and her ‘friends’. when she grabbed the hand of the gent named fletcher, she took a quick sip of her drink. as they sat at the booth, carmen tangled up in the arms of fletcher and the two other gents staring daggers at him, she downed the rest of the red tonic. she smacked her lips together, savoring the taste. leaning forward, she planted her cool, pale lips against fletcher’s. the drinks where getting to her again and she was starting to do stupid things, again.

when blithe came and sat down next to her and the gents, she untangled herself from fletcher’s groping hands. the girl that had been sitting with them grunted then got up and left the booth then quickly left the pub. carmen smirked then crawled off of fletcher’s lap and sat between the two gents she had been sitting between before. she reached over and pecked each boy on the lips before looking at blithe. she studied her for a moment before smiling at her.

when the waitress brought the shots over to the table, carmen grabbed one for herself then handed one to each of the boys. she had no idea what either of their names where, but she could care less at the moment.

after blithe finished her toast, carmen chugged the shot of hard liquor. she gasped as it stung her throat. licking her lips, she clapped her hands. reaching into her bag, she pulled out of the pack of cards they had been playing with earlier. who’s up for a game? she purred.

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FOR;; the lovely miss blithe
STATUS;; finished/unfinished
WORD COUNT;; 465
NOTES;; eh basically sucks monkey balls
OUTFIT;; [click]
BANNER;; © me
TEMPLATE;; © me

[october`]

Blithe giggled and slammed her shot glass down on the table, making it rattle viciously. God, this stuff is dry. I need more of it. She flagged down a waitress, still giggling. Give me, she said slowly, as if the waitress was incompetent, more of this… stuff. In a bigger bottle. I mean, BIG bottle. The waitress nodded and smiled, scurrying away in her emerald green heels. Blithe grabbed two more shot glasses, one in each hand. She chugged the first one, dropping the glass on the table. It rolled precariously toward the hardwood floor, and then dropped with a smash, shards of glass splintering over the floor.

God damn it! she yelled, pushing the glass into a small pile with her foot. The waitress returned with three mugs and a pitcher of the whiskey, setting it down in the middle of the table. Dropped a glass did we? she asked politely, and Blithe only replied with a round of uncontrollable giggles. The waitress laughed shakily, giving the blonde an odd look before clacking away.

Blithe looked at Carmen. Oh! I have… a good game. Yeah. I have an idea. She clumsily poured herself a drink, leaning back and chugging it down without hesitation. She gagged afterward, clapping. That is the best damn liquor they have in this place. The best damn liquor. She poured herself another glass before snatching the cards away from Carmen. Whatever number is on the card you draw is the number of, um, drinks you have to drink within ten minutes. She shook the hair out of her eyes and dealed seven cards to everyone. When she looked at the gent next to her, she laughed, yanking his head down toward hers and kissed him with an aggression. The dude forced her to lean over on her back, and she laughed, pulling her head away and downing another shot glass. Okay, guys, flip your cards over. The gent next to her flipped a two, causing Blithe to shower him with a round of boo’s. The gent across from her flipped a five, and she laughed, You guys are so lame… you got freaking gay cards… She looked down at hers, flipping it over slowly. Hahaha, guys, I could a seven. Oh my god, do you dare me to chug seven of them?! She laughed and elbowed Carmen in the ribs, patting her cards. What do you have, bitch?

word count four hundred three
blithe is.. horrendously drunk and wearing this
reffering to carmabelle

[mars«]

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carmen jumped when she heard the shot glass hit the table with a rattle. she laughed as blithe cussed at the drink. she was completely loosing it. carmen estimated that she would be full out drunk soon if she didn’t stop drinking. well, she couldn’t say anything. she was just as close to being drunk as blithe. as a waitress responded to blithe’s summons, carmen grabbed one of the last shot glass and drained it. bring two! she called to the waitress as she scurried back to the bar.

when blithe knocked one of the shots onto the ground, carmen burst into hysterics. the sound of blithe cussing, glass shard hitting each other, and carmen’s laugh made an odd mix. some people turned to look at them, but carmen just ignored them.

when the waitress came back, carmen grabbed one of the mugs and filled it to the top. as blithe drag hers, carmen took a sip then gasped. damn that’s some hard liquor! she spoke, then downed half the glass. she gasped then put the mug on the table. some of the liquid was on her lips and the gent with the sexy blonde hair leaned over and kissed her, licking it off. carmen twined her fingers into the boys hair until she heard blithe speak. letting go of him and breaking apart from him, she listened. Whatever number is on the card you draw is the number of, um, drinks you have to drink within ten minutes. carmen grabbed her card then filled her glass up again. she peeked at her card then smirked. as everyone started flipping their cards, she leaned into the blonde and started to kiss him again. she leaned into him, forcing him to bend slightly.

What do you have, bitch? carmen broke the kiss and smirked at blithe. you’ll see in a minute. standing up, she grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom on shaky legs. swinging the door open, she dropped her bag on the floor then locked the door.

while she was in the bathroom, she grabbed a gorgeous little black number. it was a tight fabric that hugged ever inch of her body it touched. it started a bit to low and ended a bit too high. it hugged her legs right above the middle of her thighs. she kept on her customary black glove on her right hand. on her left ring finger sat a ring of white gold with a black diamond. on her feet where a pair of black six inch stilettos with rhinestones all over the heels. she fluffed her hair, stuffed her old clothes into her bag, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

as she closed the door behind her, her phone went off. she looked at the caller id then cursed. gawd! what?! she yelled into the phone at her brother, her voice slightly slurred. she exchanged a few words with him, and then threw her phone back into her bag after she hung up. clicking across the floor on wobbly legs, she crawled into the booth once more.

once she had sat in between the two gents, she grabbed her card and held it up. nine. she said, then grabbed nine of the shot glasses. filling each one up, she held up the first and spoke. cheers. she then lifted it to her lips and downed it. smacking them, she reached for the second, third, forth. By the time she got to the sixth, she was light headed and very tipsy. bottoms up! downing the last three, she dropped the ninth on the table then stood up. grabbing the pole that connected the table to the ceiling, she pulled herself onto the table. standing there, she whooped then started to dance, totally wasted.

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FOR;; the lovely miss blithe
STATUS;; finished/unfinished
WORD COUNT;; six thirty two
NOTES;; xD pole dancing!
OUTFIT;; [click]
BANNER;; © me
TEMPLATE;; © me

[october`]

damn that’s some hard liquor!
Blithe clapped, raising her glass before downing it in a shot. She giggled as she watched Carmen flip her card. Damn, she was a good multitasker. Not even Blithe herself could make out and chug a drink at the same time. She picked up the whiskey pitcher, her hands shaking violently. She tipped it to pour the liquor into her glass, but it missed the small shotglass entirely. The brown liquor dribbled all over the table, saturating her dress in whiskey. Shit! she yelled, but burst into a laughing fit. She hugged her hands around the whole pitcher of whiskey and brought it to her lips, chugging the last third of it.

What do you have, bitch? Blithe asked Carmen, still laughing.

You’ll see in a minute. Carmen grabbed her bag and clumsily teetered to the bathroom, swinging the ladies door open and disappearing inside. Blithe turned toward the brown haired gent next to her, who was trying to down the rest of his drink. She giggled and knocked it out of his hands. What the hell, bitch? He yelled at her, and she crawled on his lap, stroking his cheek with her fingers. Really? Am I a bitch? She asked, seductively brushing her lips against the bottom of his jaw.

Absolutely, he whispered, and she attacked him, slamming his body against the wall. She kissed him with a fury, a fervor that could not be matched.

Blithe turned her head when she heard the clacking of stilettos. That’s hot, she stated, cheering when Carmen stepped onto the table and started dancing, seductively twisting around the pole. Blithe kissed the gent one last time, stepping onto the table next to Carmen. She started dancing as well, holding the pole in one hand and walking in tight circles around it.

You want a party? she yelled, and in one fluid motion she peeled off her dress, letting it hit the table. She stood in merely her bra, tights, and shoes, a drink in one hand and a pole in the other. She elbowed Carmen in the ribs, laughing. Let’s get this party started, baby!

word count three hundred fifty eight
blithe is... .........crazy...........
referring to Carmabelle

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[autumn',]

Autumn walked down Main Street of Perith city, scanning the crowded Town Square. People moved this way and that, often avoiding collisions at the last possible moment. here weren't as many people out tonight, most people were working still or on their way home. Autumn had just gotten off of work herself. At this moment, she was on her way to the local pub, Streets of London.

Now, Autumn wasn't usually a hard-core female, but it had been a long day at work and she could use a calorie high-meal and a drink or two to mellow out. I wasn't something she was going to make a habit out of.

Autumn pushed aside the heavy wood doors and almost turned back around.

Two young girls, about her age, were dancing on top of one of the heavy tables, one standing in nothing but a bra and underpants, and both dancing around one of the umbrella-less umbrella poles. No music was playing but the soft British rock over the radio. They were obviously roaring drunk, and clearly over-dressed. They were both in cocktail dresses, or, had formally been, with high heels and fancy jewelery.

"Good lord." Autumn said quietly, still standing in the doorway, her bronze eyes wide.

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word count,' 205 (lame)
muse,' Ok, but I duhn have much to work with.
character mood,' tired, stunned, appauled
outfit,' Work Clothes
for,' Mars and 'Tober :3

notes,' I thought this was a bar, not a club? xD

[mars«]

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carmen laughed when blithe commented. that’s hot i know isn’t it? she threw her bag onto the booth seat then climbed onto the table to cheering. she twisted her body around the pole, her arms and legs gripping it and caressing it. she spun around, her back to the pole and started to slide down it. her knees bent and her legs spread until she was almost sitting on the table. carmen then pushed with her legs and slid back up the pole. when she stood back up, she looked down at the gents and winked at them.

out of the corner of her eye, carmen saw blithe kiss on of the gents and then saw her hot onto the table. each time blithe circled near her, carmen would drop under her arm and then stood back up and resume her dancing. you want a party? carmen whooped when she heard that then whistled when blithe peeled her dress off. they were so beyond drunk.

carmen laughed when blithe elbowed her then spoke. let’s get this party started, baby! will do! carmen replied, laughing. walking away from the pole, she bent down and looked at one of the gents. winking, she spoke to him. would you be so kind? motion towards the zipped. the gent smirked then grabbed the zipper, zipping it all the way down. leaning forward, he kissed all the way down her spine before she got up. sexily walking away from the edge of the table, she grabbed the top of her dress and slowly started to peel it down.

when she was free of her dress, carmen dropped it on the lap of the gent that had unzipped it for her. winking at him once more, she grabbed the pole then started to dance again. her lace undergarments barley covered her as she fluidly moved. reaching down, she grabbed one of the glasses and started to drink it as she twisted around the pole.

when the door opened and the little bell over it tinkled, carmen stopped dancing and looked at the girl that had just walked in. smirking, he prodded blithe in the side with her elbow then hopped down from the table. grabbing the gent that had her dress, she looped her arm into his then staggered over to the new girl. grabbing her arm, her and the gent pulled her over to the table and sat her down. grabbing one of the glasses, she slid it towards the girl then hopped back up on the table, bringing the gent with her.

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FOR;; the lovely miss blithe and autumn
STATUS;; finished/unfinished
WORD COUNT;; four-two-eight
NOTES;; poor autumn
OUTFIT;; [click]
BANNER;; © me
TEMPLATE;; © me

[october`]

Will do!

Blithe giggled when she heard cloth hit wood. Carmen now was in skimpy lingerie, black and lacy. The blonde smirked and slid seductively down the pole, green eyes intense. She lifted one finger and motioned one of the gents toward her, he laughed and shook his head, chugging some more liquor; she’d lost track of what anyone was drinking. She slowly stood, wrapping one of her long legs around the pole and smiling when she saw the dumbstruck look on one of the guy’s faces. She shook her head, flawless pale hair twirling through the music laced air. Leg still curled around the pole, she slid down in a small circle, blowing a kiss to the gent.

She flicked her head to the door, the light tinkle of the bell almost unheard over the booming music. A woman, still in her work clothes, stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and round. She whispered something to herself, looking almost frightened. Blithe watched as Carmen stepped off the table and dragged the woman onto the table, laughing. Blithe stood and walked over to the dumbfounded girl, laughing. She winked at her, pulling one of the gents on the table and kissing his neck, wrapping a leg around one of his own. The gent pulled his face to hers, but she ducked out of his reach, laughing. She started dancing, sexily shaking her hips her torso. The gent reached toward her thigh, giving a gentle squeeze. Perv! she screamed at him, backing out of his reach, though a smile played on her lips. She danced next to Carmen, raising her eyebrows at Autumn. This girl doesn’t look like she knows the difference between a Mojito and cocktail, she noted, maybe we should give her some pointers? Before Carmen could reply, Blithe approached the bartender, who was busy serving drinks to a few college students, who eagerly watched the pole-dancing fiasco. A mojito, please? she asked, twining her hair around her index finger. With the strongest vodka you got. I’ve got a newbie. The bartender winked and made a fancy show of pouring the liquor before sliding it down to her.

Blithe laughed and stepped back on the table, thrusting the drink in Autumn’s face. Drink it, she ordered, inclining her head. That is, unless you’re some sort of freak.

word count three hundred eighty nine
blithe is... I really don't know at this point
notes sucks fireballs

[autumn',]

Autumn was appalled. Not only had the drunk girl approached her, she had dragged her to the table and handed her a drink before she knew what to do. The other girl, the blonde one, had trotted off towards the bar counter and ordered a Mojito. She came back and plopped it down in front of her. Autumn blinked. She pushed the drinks away, refusing to make eye contact with the two girls. "Um...some other time...maybe.."

[/color] Autumn got up from the table and headed towards the door. If either girl tried to stop her, they'd have a puma to deal with.

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word count,' 105 (laaaaaaaaaame -cries-)
muse,' Awful
character mood,' appalled
outfit,' Work Clothes
for,' Mars and 'Tober :3

notes,' Sorry its so awful and tiny, but I dunno how to really make alot of what you guys are giving me. ;-;
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