EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR [OPEN]

[Emily Micheals]

Partying was one of Emily's favorite things to do. it helped her pass the time, meet new people, and most of all, get laid, and be seen as the prettiest, most popular, chick who ran this town with an iron fist. Of course, not everyone loved being run by a nineteen year old bitch, but hey, what where they going to do about it, push her off her little throne, oh God no, no body even thought about doing that. Knocking down the queen, was like wishing a death sentence upon yourself.

Walking to the front of the noisy building, Emily showed the bouncer her ID, which, though she was a regular there, she needed to show. He nodded, and opened the door for her. Smiling, she nodded in a soft, 'thank you' motion, and walked in. The flashing lights, the blasting music, the crazy amount of people walking around, drinking, dancing, would have sent anyone else in a bloody craze, and make them think twice about steeping into a nightclub again, but this is what Emily lived for. Smirking, she walked in boldly, her high-heals clicking loudly on the dancefloor as she made her way to the bar.

She ordered a vodka and orange juice, and the bartender raised her pretty little plucked eyebrow. Making Em lean over the counter."Vodka and orange juice. Now."She snapped. The bartender muttered something under her breath, and made the drink. Emily took it, and took a couple sips of the hard drink. Nodding, and rolling her eyes at the female, Emily walked away, the drink half finished still on the counter. She walked dead in the center of the dance floor, and waved to the DJ, who, instantly knew her, nodded.

Smiling, Emily let her hips sway back and forth with the music. She couldn't quite tell what the song was until the DJ finally blasted it, giggling, it was one of her favorite songs to dance to,'Evacuate the Dance-Floor'. Dance swiftly to it, by the end of the song, she was breathing heavilly, but also getting attention from almost everyone in the club. Waving off several un-important people, Emily walked back to the bar, and looked at the bartender, and smiled brightly when she saw that the female had saved her drink."Thanks."She said, and took another couple sips of it.

Emily sat in the barstool, and just looked around. She wasn't quite sure what time it was, or even how long she had been there. Her feet where starting to hurt a little bit, but she wouldn't dare go home early because she didn't want to wear the heals she had picked out. Her phone was in her clutch, which had been left in the car, and she only carried the cash she really needed, in her bra, so she had no clue what time it was. Sighing, she looked around, she didn't see anyone she really knew enough to walk over and start a conversation with them, but, of course that could be changed in a couple moments, when she turned to see a [ insert gender here ] walking towards her.


OUTFIT

[caleb hayes]

pushing past the bouncer, caleb hayes gave a quick nod before entering the club. music was pulsing through the speakers and he was sure that by the end of the night, he would go deaf. it had been a while, after all, since he had felt the need to get completely smashed and/or get laid. his whole life had changed once shasta had disappeared, and then lied to him about everything. he loved her. he still loved her. yet she thought because he had made one mistake after meeting her that everything wasn't true. yes, caleb had slept with juniper the day after he had made out with her, but honestly, he hadn't thought he would have seen the mayor's daughter days later. but apparently, everything was his fault, and he currently felt guilty. guilt was not something he enjoyed and was the major reason he was getting ready to forget everything. he didn't want to remember who he was in the morning. all caleb wanted was to be in a painless state for just a night, where he couldn't feel upset and alone. usually he was a cocky bastard, and that was the persona he would once again use for the night.

his eyes took in a pretty brunette that was dancing in the middle of the dance floor. obviously, by the way she was smiling, she was used to the attention. caleb rolled his eyes and pushed his way towards the bar. of course, people were standing in his way and refusing to let him through, distracted by the brunette dancing. yes, she was pretty, but he wanted something strong. so he continued to watch her, taking in her lean curves and her confidence. maybe she would be someone who could help him for a night, or even a few. caleb didn't want a relationship, but that didn't mean he couldn't form an agreement of sex with someone...unless they didn't go for it. then, of course, he would be content with just a one night stand. if the brunette was willing to give him a go.

standing in the background, caleb watched her walk off the dance floor and paused, debating. even just a conversation not revolving around his job and the people he was chasing would be a nice change of pace. so he ruffled his hair, placed a cocky grin on his lips, and made his way over to the bar. he wasn't walking directly at her, simply to the bar stool next to her, and he made that clear as he sat down. "a dozen or so shots" he told the bartender, and the man nodded. quickly taking out the correct amount, he place the bills on the counter and looked at the brunette next to him. "want a shot? or is your poison something fruity?" he asked, his voice deep and slightly playful. he wanted her to know that he wasn't going to do anything stupid. if that made sense.