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[steph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] can you hear when i say WORDS 873 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MALACHI. AH SO EXCITED FOR THEM! This was her life. Standing by the bar, she watched as the DJ spun his record, the lights flashing and doing nothing to illuminate the place from how dim it was. The only spot with enough light to see what people actually looked like was by the bar where she stood next to Madison who was tonsil wrestling with the guy she was sitting next to. Allison didn't mind. It had always been this way and she didn't expect it to be different just because they weren't in New York City anymore, "Can I have another, please?" she turned to face the bartender who nodded at her before going off to make her drink. It wasn't something complicated. It was Guiness from the tap which was way better than from the can or bottle. She wasn't a big drinker or a big smoker but it seemed Madison was hell bent on getting her to come out of her shell. God, she had class in the morning and had already had two very tall glasses of Guiness. If she finished this last one, she would probably end up hammered by the time she got home. Checking her cell phone, she read the time at midnight. Crap. She had an eight a.m exploring childhood development course...She really should leave... Her bright blue orbs scanned the upscale club packed with people in classy clothing that probably cost a fortune like her own. But she hadn't bought her's with her own money. They were old, from when she still lived in New York City and her husband didn't like the idea of her working. He preferred she stayed home to raise their son, which she never objected to. The more time she spent with him, the happier she was. Now that he was gone, though, there was nothing to stop her from making her own money and the divorce papers proved that. Eight years of marriage, of her life, wasted. She shouldn't have married him. She should have just told him to leave while she had the chance and raised Johnny with her family. Maybe he would still be alive...Maybe she'd be a teacher by now...Maybe he'd be riding his bike for the first time without training wheels or reciting the times tables. He was always too smart for his age... And with that came her drink. Handing the bartender the five dollars it cost, she easily began drinking it, wanting to drown away all thoughts of the boy whose name was tattooed on the nape of her neck, currently hidden by the cascade of golden blonde waves. Madison had told her to look sexy and this was as sexy as she could get. She had a champagne colored silk tank top tucked in to a high waist black mini skirt, some peep toe pumps, and then accessories. Instead of looking sexy, she looked like she was going to the office. It was bad enough the skirt was technically supposed to be longer but Madison insisted she wear it as a mini skirt. Ugh. Why did she listen to her again? She knew her best friend meant well and wanted Allison to jump right back into the dating world but she'd never jumped into the pond in the first place. The first guy she liked, she'd dated, got knocked up by, and married-now was divorcing. She didn't think going on a few dates that had her comparing the men to her husband...ex husband...was going to solve anything other than making her feel even more depressed than she already did. As she finished the last bit of the drink like a champ, she realized there was someone starring at her and she put the drink down. She probably looked like a guy downing such a large beer that way but she was primarily surrounded by men her whole life. Her brothers used to tell her that if she was going to drink, as a classy Italian woman she had to know how to hold her liquor so no one could take advantage of her. And thus, Allison really knew how to drink despite not drinking often, "Sorry," the person was on the other side of her so her back was a bit to Madison and her tonsil partner, "That was probably a bit disturbing to see," her New York accent was thick as she spoke, something she didn't come to realize she had until she moved out here a couple months ago. After deliberating for a few moments in her head, she figured she might as well introduce herself...wait, should she? Looking over better at the guy, he wasn't ugly. Not at all. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a cute smile. He looked like he worked out enough to stay lean and strong...but suddenly she found herself wishing for the ashy blonde locks, the deep blue orbs, the powerful muscles underneath the clothing...No. She shouldn't introduce herself, "I'll try to control myself next time," she said instead, looking back over at the drinks on the shelves behind the bartender but not asking for a another drink. She was suddenly very self conscious of the way she looked, the way she was acting...and her cheeks were a bright red to prove it. i have never felt this way

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[malachi]

I LOVE THE SMELL OF IT

PAST HER, HE SAW THE COUPLE SHIFTING AND THE GIRL TURNED TO LOOK AT THE BLONDE BESIDE HIM. SO THEY WERE FRIENDS. HE NOTICED HER MOUTH SOMETHING, BUT HE'D ALWAYS BEEN HORRIBLE AT READING LIPS. IT WAS SOMETHING HE'D HAVE TO REMEMBER TO WORK ON. THE COUPLE MOVED AWAY AND SINCE THE BLONDE DIDN'T INSTANTLY MOVE AWAY, HE ASSUMED THEY HAD HER FRIEND'S BLESSING. SHE DOWNED THE BEER FASTER THAN HE COULD BUT THEIR TANKARDS PLUNKED ONTO THE BAR AT ALMOST THE SAME TIME. HE COULDN'T HELP SMILING AT HER SKILL, EVEN AS SHE RELEASED A RATHER UNLADYLIKE BURP. CHOKING ON THE LAST BIT OF BEER IN HIS MOUTH, THE LIQUID JUMPING INTO HIS SINUSES AND BURNING HIS NOSE, MALACHI MANAGED TO SWALLOW BEFORE LAUGHING OUT LOUD. THIS GIRL WAS UNLIKE ANY GIRL HE'D SEEN BEFORE. MOST OF THEM WERE ON THEIR BEST BEHAVIOR WHEN THEY WENT OUT, DRESSING PRETTY AND PRETENDING THEY NEVER BURPED OR FARTED OR EVEN KNEW THE WORDS. BUT THIS GIRL, DESPITE HER RAVAGING GOOD LOOKS, WAS EVIDENTLY A TOM BOY. GO FIGURE. HE'D FOUND THE ONE GIRL IN THE CLUB WHO COULD OUTDRINK HIM AND PROBABLY HAD NO NEED FOR ANOTHER GUY IN HER LIFE.

SHE APOLOGIZED AND ADMITTED IT WAS HER FOURTH, AND MALACHI RAISED HIS EYEBROWS. IT WASN'T HIS STYLE TO GET A GIRL DRUNK AND THEN SEDUCE HER, ALTHOUGH HE COULDN'T DENY HAVING DO SO IN THE PAST, BUT HE WAS RELIEVED HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO AS SHE SMILED AND STOOD, HEADING FOR THE DANCEFLOOR. NOW, MALACHI COULDN'T ADMIT TO BEING A WONDERFUL DANCER AS DANCERS GO - HE WASN'T A PRO BY ANY MEANS - BUT HE WASN'T HORRIBLE AT IT EITHER. HE'D LEARNED ENOUGH TO GET GIRLS TO NOTICE HIM AT A CLUB FOR HIS SKILL AND NOT HIS LACK THEREOF. SO, HE READILY FOLLOWED HER, WATCHING HER HIPS MOVING TO THE SENSUAL BEAT OF THE MUSIC. SHE WAS DIRECTLY IN THE CENTER OF THE FLOOR, AND HE COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL THE EYES OF EVERY GUY IN THE CLUB ON HER. SOME EVEN MOVED OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYE, BUT HE SMOOTHLY SLID TO MEET UP WITH HER, CLEARLY SENDING THE MESSAGE THAT SHE WAS OFF LIMITS, AT LEAST FOR NOW.

THE MUSIC TOOK HIM OVER EVEN AS SHE BEGAN TO ENCHANT HIM WITH HER BODY, CURVING AND SWAYING TO THE BEAT LIKE A HYPNOTIC COBRA, POSED TO STRIKE HIM AT ANY MOMENT. HIS HANDS FOUND THEIR WAY TO HER HIPS, AND HE FELT HIS FINGERTIPS BEGIN TO BURN AS HER DRESS RUBBED HIS HANDS. LUST BLOSSOMED WITHIN HIM, BUT HE EASILY CONTROLLED HIMSELF. SELF-CONTROL WAS ONE OF HIS STRONG SUITS; HE WOULD NOT ALLOW HIMSELF TO LOSE CONTROL. THAT WAS THE TYPE OF THING THAT GOT GUYS INTO TROUBLE. IT WAS NEVER THE GIRLS THAT GOT THE BAD RAP, ALWAYS THE MEN. HE EASILY PULLED HER CLOSE TO HIM, THEIR HIPS GRINDING AS THEY DANCED IN TIME TO ONE ANOTHER. ALTHOUGH THE MUSIC WAS LOUD, IT WASN'T TOO LOUD TO SPEAK, AND HE PULLED HER TIGHTER AGAINST HIS WAIST SO HE COULD LEAN OVER AND SPEAK INTO HER EAR, HER BLONDE HAIR BRUSHING HIS NOSE AS HE DID SO. "YOU PLAY A GOOD GAME, BEAUTIFUL, BUT WHY THE SAD EYES?"

HE WAS USED TO WOMEN GIVING HIM THE 'WHAT A DICK' LOOK WHEN HE FIRST SHOWED UP, AND HE'D GOTTEN THAT FROM HER JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING MORE THERE HE'D PICKED UP ON ALSO. ALTHOUGH SHE WAS OUT AT A CLUB, SHE WAS THE ONLY WOMAN WITHOUT A DATE, AND SHE STOOD OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB FOR BEING SO DROP DEAD GORGEOUS AND SOLO. YET, THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE BY HER SIDE. IT SEEMED MALACHI HAD BEEN THE FIRST, AND WHILE HER FRIEND WAS OBVIOUSLY A SLUT, SHE OBVIOUSLY WAS NOT. EVEN THOUGH SHE DANCED LIKE A SEDUCTRESS - AND WAS DOING A VERY GOOD JOB OF IT - THERE WAS A PURITY, AN INNOCENCE, BEHIND HER EYES THAT HE COULDN'T EXPLAIN. MALACHI WASN'T THE THINKER TYPE, BUT HE WASN'T STUPID, AND HE'D SEEN HEARTBREAK BEFORE. THE MENTAL IMAGE OF HIS EX WHEN SHE'D WALKED IN ON HIS LITTLE EXPERIMENT IN HIGH SCHOOL FLASHED INTO HIS MIND. YES, HE KNEW WHAT A BROKEN HEART LOOKED LIKE.

tag: allison --- notes: hope it's okay... maybe she gets upset and walks out on him? idk, i was trying to give you something to use lol --- credit: eliza @ rcr

[steph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] can you hear when i say WORDS 730 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MALACHI.OH SNAP LET LOOSE! Well, wasn't he cocky? She was about to just excuse herself and avoid him for the rest of the night until she suddenly felt a nudge on her lower back. She just barely glanced over her thin shoulder to see Madison and her date had stopped eating each other's faces. She was giving her a look before mouthing go for it or I will! Allison, for once, felt a pang of envy. How on earth could Mady have both guys? Wasn't one enough? At least she saw it that way. She looked down at the Guiness and then back at the guy who was just starting to down his and with a sigh, she grabbed the glass and chugged it as quickly as her brother taught her, remembering that holding her breathe was the key to finishing faster. The more she wanted to take in oxygen, the faster she'd have to drink in order to do so. So soon enough, her empty glass with nothing but bits of foam was sitting on the bar top and a burp escaped from between her lips. Maddy had winked at her in her peripheral while she'd been drinking and left to the dance floor with her date to give Aly some privacy. Oh God. Did she really just burp? Immediately, her slender hands went up to her mouth in embarrassment. Her brothers would have smacked her upside the head for being so unlady like. With four glasses of beer, though, it was a bit inevitable. It was already more than usual and she was slowly starting to feel its effects on her brain, the lights having a faint extra glow around them but she wasn't drunk. If anything she was a bit tipsy but anyone who knew Allison knew she could hold her own liquor and she was a great drunk, thank goodness. She was still herself just a tad bit more of a risk taker. She was surprisingly not loud and obnoxious, probably because Allison normally isn't that way. She knew she had to really stop and think, however, when drinking so much if she was going to make any decisions...such as going home with a stranger. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. Could she turn any more red? She was practically the color of her heart shaped clutch, "It's my fourth so...yeah beer does that," and out came the New York Italian accent. Ugh. Why did Madison want her talking to this guy. He wasn't Noah... And as his name came up in her head, she bit her lower lip. Take a risk. It couldn't be that bad. She just had to let go as Madison said. Have a little fun and maybe she'd see Noah wasn't the best and worst thing to ever happen to her. He was just...he was the past, "Do you want to dance?" first time ever she was asking someone to dance. Normally, people asked her and she politely refused despite being a fabulous dancer. She'd always had only one partner anyway...But she had to let go...and what better time to start than the present? Plus, she was right. He was cute with the smooth, glossy dark hair and mysterious eyes. He seemed playful and daring, a bit too arrogant for her taste but what taste did she have anyway? Noah-taste? She needed, desperately, something or someone new so why not just see this through? She started away from the bar and glanced over her thin shoulder at him as she headed toward the dance floor as if challenging him to follow her. If he didn't, she'd go find Madison and tell her she was going home-that the guy was a flop and the night was over for her...even though she'd just told herself risks were a necessary part of life. As she got into the center of the dance floor, the music became heavy and deep, seductive in its own way and she rolled her hips while closing her eyes to feel the beat deep within her bones. She was already getting a few stares from her belly dancing, a few guys even getting ready to approach her. A proud Madison was off to the corner, watching and smiling in praised while her date sucked on her neck. Hey, if he didn't want to dance with her, there were already plenty others lining up, ripe for the picking. i have never felt this way

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[malachi]

I LOVE THE SMELL OF IT

PAST HER, HE SAW THE COUPLE SHIFTING AND THE GIRL TURNED TO LOOK AT THE BLONDE BESIDE HIM. SO THEY WERE FRIENDS. HE NOTICED HER MOUTH SOMETHING, BUT HE'D ALWAYS BEEN HORRIBLE AT READING LIPS. IT WAS SOMETHING HE'D HAVE TO REMEMBER TO WORK ON. THE COUPLE MOVED AWAY AND SINCE THE BLONDE DIDN'T INSTANTLY MOVE AWAY, HE ASSUMED THEY HAD HER FRIEND'S BLESSING. SHE DOWNED THE BEER FASTER THAN HE COULD BUT THEIR TANKARDS PLUNKED ONTO THE BAR AT ALMOST THE SAME TIME. HE COULDN'T HELP SMILING AT HER SKILL, EVEN AS SHE RELEASED A RATHER UNLADYLIKE BURP. CHOKING ON THE LAST BIT OF BEER IN HIS MOUTH, THE LIQUID JUMPING INTO HIS SINUSES AND BURNING HIS NOSE, MALACHI MANAGED TO SWALLOW BEFORE LAUGHING OUT LOUD. THIS GIRL WAS UNLIKE ANY GIRL HE'D SEEN BEFORE. MOST OF THEM WERE ON THEIR BEST BEHAVIOR WHEN THEY WENT OUT, DRESSING PRETTY AND PRETENDING THEY NEVER BURPED OR FARTED OR EVEN KNEW THE WORDS. BUT THIS GIRL, DESPITE HER RAVAGING GOOD LOOKS, WAS EVIDENTLY A TOM BOY. GO FIGURE. HE'D FOUND THE ONE GIRL IN THE CLUB WHO COULD OUTDRINK HIM AND PROBABLY HAD NO NEED FOR ANOTHER GUY IN HER LIFE.

SHE APOLOGIZED AND ADMITTED IT WAS HER FOURTH, AND MALACHI RAISED HIS EYEBROWS. IT WASN'T HIS STYLE TO GET A GIRL DRUNK AND THEN SEDUCE HER, ALTHOUGH HE COULDN'T DENY HAVING DO SO IN THE PAST, BUT HE WAS RELIEVED HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO AS SHE SMILED AND STOOD, HEADING FOR THE DANCEFLOOR. NOW, MALACHI COULDN'T ADMIT TO BEING A WONDERFUL DANCER AS DANCERS GO - HE WASN'T A PRO BY ANY MEANS - BUT HE WASN'T HORRIBLE AT IT EITHER. HE'D LEARNED ENOUGH TO GET GIRLS TO NOTICE HIM AT A CLUB FOR HIS SKILL AND NOT HIS LACK THEREOF. SO, HE READILY FOLLOWED HER, WATCHING HER HIPS MOVING TO THE SENSUAL BEAT OF THE MUSIC. SHE WAS DIRECTLY IN THE CENTER OF THE FLOOR, AND HE COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL THE EYES OF EVERY GUY IN THE CLUB ON HER. SOME EVEN MOVED OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYE, BUT HE SMOOTHLY SLID TO MEET UP WITH HER, CLEARLY SENDING THE MESSAGE THAT SHE WAS OFF LIMITS, AT LEAST FOR NOW.

THE MUSIC TOOK HIM OVER EVEN AS SHE BEGAN TO ENCHANT HIM WITH HER BODY, CURVING AND SWAYING TO THE BEAT LIKE A HYPNOTIC COBRA, POSED TO STRIKE HIM AT ANY MOMENT. HIS HANDS FOUND THEIR WAY TO HER HIPS, AND HE FELT HIS FINGERTIPS BEGIN TO BURN AS HER DRESS RUBBED HIS HANDS. LUST BLOSSOMED WITHIN HIM, BUT HE EASILY CONTROLLED HIMSELF. SELF-CONTROL WAS ONE OF HIS STRONG SUITS; HE WOULD NOT ALLOW HIMSELF TO LOSE CONTROL. THAT WAS THE TYPE OF THING THAT GOT GUYS INTO TROUBLE. IT WAS NEVER THE GIRLS THAT GOT THE BAD RAP, ALWAYS THE MEN. HE EASILY PULLED HER CLOSE TO HIM, THEIR HIPS GRINDING AS THEY DANCED IN TIME TO ONE ANOTHER. ALTHOUGH THE MUSIC WAS LOUD, IT WASN'T TOO LOUD TO SPEAK, AND HE PULLED HER TIGHTER AGAINST HIS WAIST SO HE COULD LEAN OVER AND SPEAK INTO HER EAR, HER BLONDE HAIR BRUSHING HIS NOSE AS HE DID SO. "YOU PLAY A GOOD GAME, BEAUTIFUL, BUT WHY THE SAD EYES?"

HE WAS USED TO WOMEN GIVING HIM THE 'WHAT A DICK' LOOK WHEN HE FIRST SHOWED UP, AND HE'D GOTTEN THAT FROM HER JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING MORE THERE HE'D PICKED UP ON ALSO. ALTHOUGH SHE WAS OUT AT A CLUB, SHE WAS THE ONLY WOMAN WITHOUT A DATE, AND SHE STOOD OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB FOR BEING SO DROP DEAD GORGEOUS AND SOLO. YET, THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE BY HER SIDE. IT SEEMED MALACHI HAD BEEN THE FIRST, AND WHILE HER FRIEND WAS OBVIOUSLY A SLUT, SHE OBVIOUSLY WAS NOT. EVEN THOUGH SHE DANCED LIKE A SEDUCTRESS - AND WAS DOING A VERY GOOD JOB OF IT - THERE WAS A PURITY, AN INNOCENCE, BEHIND HER EYES THAT HE COULDN'T EXPLAIN. MALACHI WASN'T THE THINKER TYPE, BUT HE WASN'T STUPID, AND HE'D SEEN HEARTBREAK BEFORE. THE MENTAL IMAGE OF HIS EX WHEN SHE'D WALKED IN ON HIS LITTLE EXPERIMENT IN HIGH SCHOOL FLASHED INTO HIS MIND. YES, HE KNEW WHAT A BROKEN HEART LOOKED LIKE.

tag: allison --- notes: hope it's okay... maybe she gets upset and walks out on him? idk, i was trying to give you something to use lol --- credit: eliza @ rcr

_{yeah, so i'm a retard and modified my last post like i've done so many times before instead of hitting 'quote' xD lmao i'm such an epicfail sometimes}

[steph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] can you hear when i say WORDS 730 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MALACHI.OH SNAP LET LOOSE! She was fine, really. She was fine when he put his hands on her hips, even leaned into him just a bit more than she meant to. It wasn't the alcohol making her do it, though it did help loosen up her usually much more guarded personality. She was fine when he pulled her closer, okay with him leaning in to say something to her... But then she wasn't okay when what he said, struck a sour note with her heart strings. She was brought back to when she was fifteen, standing in New York City's Times Square taking pictures from a girl's night out. She was laughing and enjoying herself as she went up to the guy with the dusty blonde hair and large blue eyes. "Hey! Do you mind taking a picture of us? It'll be a real quick one, I promise!" she chuckled. She even remembered what she was wearing: loose fitted jeans, a tight white tank top, messy chucks, and her hair was up in a low pony tail, bangs flopping haphazardly in her face. He nodded, as if in a trance while his friends seemed to stop from walking to watch it all unfold. She smiled really big before running back to her friends under the large Ramen Cup of Noodles sign and he snapped two pictures. Rushing back over to him, he handed back the camera, "Thank you so much,"

[/i] she beamed up at him, an obviously older guy, and looked through the two pictures, stopping on the second picture which was more focused on her, off to the left side of the group. She looked up at him confused and he tilted her chin up just a bit-barely touching her, "Why the sad eyes?"[/i]

And the only reason she remembered such a line was because, not only were they the first he ever said to her upon their first meeting, but he'd noticed. He'd noticed her laughter wasn't entirely genuine, that the smiles didn't exactly reach her eyes. He'd noticed-and he'd only just met her. She didn't know why she'd been sad that day. She figured it was because of how awkward she felt surrounded by the most feminine and popular or girls with their tiny skirts, belly tops, and skin tight clothing and heels. Allison didn't have any of that. She didn't want any of that and sometimes it made her feel like a complete outsider...and he noticed. It was how he had managed to drag her in.

So upon hearing those words again, she abruptly stopped and looked up at him, thinking that maybe she'd confused him for someone else. Was it really Noah? But as she looked into eyes that weren't blue, at hair that wasn't the familiar dusty blonde, at a person that wasn't him, she pulled away a bit, "I'm sorry," she didn't think she said it loud enough but at the moment she wasn't concerned. She looked around her and suddenly all the dancing bodies, the flashing lights, and the music had become to much for her. With ease, she slipped away from him and through the crowd, heading for the exit. She needed air to cool off her thoughts and bring her back down to earth. She'd had too much to drink and just now realized she'd hit her limit. What was she thinking just talking to a random stranger like that? But hadn't that been how she'd met Noah? Asking him, a stranger, to take a picture for them?

Reaching the cool night air, she took a deep breathe and managed to relax herself, leaning against the side of the club where the bouncer stood like a British soldier with the other minors still in line. She should have stayed home. She shouldn't have let Maddy push her around as always. She should have, would have, could have. Ugh. Managing to collect herself a bit, she walked a bit to the curb, "Taxi!" only to realize she wasn't in New York City. Taxis didn't come in abundance, "Fudge pops," she frowned, "This isn't The City," she didn't even know the number for a taxi. Crap on a stick. She hoped she hadn't offended the guy inside...it wasn't his fault. He just wanted to get laid, right? To have a good time? Didn't she want to have a good time? Of course...then why was she holding back so much?

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i have never felt this way

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