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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 13:11:20 GMT -5
This time Lyric followed her. He wondered how much she could drink without getting sloppy because it looked like he was going to find out. He squeezed in behind her and when the bartender approached, he ordered a whiskey, neat. Sometimes when he was out with Keith he'd get a Manhattan, but tonight he just wanted something in his hand. "And whatever she wants," he added.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 13:26:08 GMT -5
There was only one thing she wanted and it was rum "Straight up spiced rum." she loved the burn and it was a staple back home everyone of her friends loved rum. As their drinks were being mixed she turned to the stranger eyes darting from him to the dance floor. "When your done with your pictures you should join me. Just for fun." where she was from dancing didn't have to lead to anything more it was just a way to let loose and express yourself. If he wasn't uncomfortable with the idea she wouldn't mind showing him a good time.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 13:41:48 GMT -5
Lyric debated over a sip of his drink, but only for a moment. "We'll see," he said. He could handle a crowd if he was drunk, drugged, or with Keith, but he wouldn't be any of the above tonight. Although he could probably get his job done just fine with a buzz. We'll see.
He set his drink on the bar and popped off Melody's lens cap. "Let me get a few test shots," he said. "Pretend I'm not here." Or, at least, pretend the camera wasn't. Lyric didn't do posed shots unless he had to.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 15:57:05 GMT -5
"Easy." Eiliyah downed her drink and leaned across the bar gaining the attention of the barkeep. As he made his way over she ordered a tequila shot and whistled to the easiest target a young man making bets with his friends over something she could almost guarantee it had something to do with a young girl. "Hey gorgeous. Wanna pay for this one?" He hesitated his friends teasing pushing him in her direction. When the guy, her age possibly a year or two younger, approached before he made it there, she turned and winked to the photographer. "I'll give you gold". The boy accepted buying her a drink probably expecting more in return if he wanted, she might dance with him. Ordering a second tequila shot for her gracious buyer, Eiliyah turned to the bar completely pretending to ignore the photographer. "Proost" she said picking up the two shots and handing it to the second stranger, she just met. She took the shot and placed the lemon in her mouth the skin side between her teeth. Leaning forward after the stranger took his drink, she offered him the lime their noses barely touching. He winced at the burn. Patting the boy on the chest "Thanks kiddo needed that." and she shoved him away by his chest turning to the photographer howls coming from down the bar where his friends were. "Get anything good?" it was easier for her to ignore someone by being distracted by another as cold as it was she would find the kid later and offer him a dance.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 16:03:11 GMT -5
"Yeah," Lyric said, lips quirked. Even the kid had been too stunned to notice him, though he'd gotten a look from the bartender. He finished off his drink rather than waste it, then got his camera ready for more. "I'm going to shoot the bar, then the dance floor. If you really want to meet up later, just find me." He didn't exactly blend into the crowd.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 16:20:28 GMT -5
Eiliyah nodded "I probably will seek you out. Till then I'll be on the dance floor." the alcohol was really getting to her head now she could feel it slowly taking over rational thought... she definitely wont be remembering this in the morning. Making her way to the dance floor she paused and looked for the kid from earlier. Finding him she urged him to follow he hesitated looking rather defeated with his group of teasing friends. Whether he came or not was not any of her concern. The song playing was one she heard before and as she moved through the crowd she felt herself already starting to move to the music. A gorgeous blond girl was dancing in the crowd and Eiliyah took notice. She could dance and she was appealing and that was enough for her; Eiliyah made her way to the girl stealing the pretty blond from a guy who knew one move... pelvic thrusting. At first, the girl raised a brow but within minutes, the two were dancing together their bodies moving together in synchronization hands roaming up and down each other sides.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 17:45:13 GMT -5
It took a while for Lyric to make his way around the club, to talk to management and get the little prick off his back, and even longer to run across the drunk girl with the accent. He was fairly certain she wouldn't even remember him tomorrow, much less care about pictures she might never see, but he was always on the lookout for new models and he liked her look.
It took a few drinks before he really plunged into the crowd. This club was packed, and he'd gotten used to the respectful distance at a lot of the better clubs he went to now. He took some photos of the crush, but knew they wouldn't turn out as good as the rest. Still, people moved when they saw a camera and he'd use what he had.
He wasn't surprised to find the girl grinding on another girl and didn't interrupt. Instead, he took enough space to get some decent pictures. They weren't what his client wanted, but hell, he'd only be sending a handful for each club anyway.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 18:07:42 GMT -5
She was so absorbed she didn't realize the photographer was around until she turned her head to the side mid dance and saw him. She gave him a small smile before turning to the girl she was dancing with. Eiliyah whispered a quick thank you in her ear before pecking the girl on the cheek close to her lips and moving towards the man with the camera. Eiliyah pushed through the bodies before coming to stop in front of him. Her head swam as she reflexively reached for his forearm to steady herself. She could handle her liquor really well and it was rare for her to get sick, but it wasn't uncommon for her balance to be somewhat affected. She wasn't too clumsy, but you could tell she was drunk. "Come on just once dance; it's harmless!" She liked the guy, he was more engaging unlike the guy she met earlier that day. When it came down to it Eiliyah wouldn't sleep with a nice guy they were too easy to fall for and this guy he was nice the type she'd hang out with... she hoped she'd remember him wherever she woke up the next morning.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 18:27:02 GMT -5
With a drink less in his system, Lyric would have said no. There was too much crowd, there were too many bodies, and dancing would mean giving up the space he was commanding by acting official, space that was rapidly narrowing now that he was no longer demanding it. Still, nerves were creeping in when visceral memory took over.
If it's too much, I can't feel it anymore.
He'd been comfortable with Keith for so long that instead of being enough to make him forget, sex was just incredible sex with Keith. Lyric snapped the lens cap onto his camera. Just a dance, just for old time's sake. It's not like she was offering him junk.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 18:52:31 GMT -5
Eiliyah took his lack of a protest as a good sign and kept her hold on his arm she guided herself close to him, but not too close that he would be uncomfortable. With her other hand she moved it to his other arm and began dancing urging him on with her gaze then turning for her back to be pressed against his shoulder rather than his chest. Even drunk she was conscious of peoples comfort allowing him the option to dance how he wanted to. Dancing was an expression and while she was completely fine with dancing provocatively she was also aware that people here did not share the same culture she did and may be less comfortable with how she moved. Eiliyah left the next move completely up to him her hips, waist and chest swaying to the beat.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 19:25:18 GMT -5
Lyric couldn't remember the last time he'd so much as danced with a girl, and he definitely hadn't been clean at the time. The more his nerves pushed him, the more he pushed back, until his arms were around her and his hands followed the sway of her body. His own balanced on the shaking line between panic and bliss. Damn, he liked that line.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 19:52:11 GMT -5
She was glad he wasn't pushing her away, but she still had to be careful to not push any boundaries and go too far. When the song picked up speed so did her movements her dancing faster when the song demanded and slower when it was necessary. Her fingers ran through her hair while her other hand rested on top of his. Eiliyah closed her eyes getting lost in the rhythm and feeling of a body so close to her own. She had to keep reminding herself he was taken and she had to respect that boundary. Eiliyah was glad he was dancing with her. He was good and knew how to move his body well it was impressive considering most of the guys could only repeat one move.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 21:23:58 GMT -5
Lyric loved to dance, to forget about reality and trade thought for motion. He might have danced all night, but his body kept asking for more and there was a point where he couldn't give it more. This wasn't Keith, they couldn't just apparate home and keep going, and at some point the edge he stood on would crumble, leaving him on one side or the other.
"I can't," he said, the words as much reflex as the rest of it. He wasn't drunk yet. His mind was still around enough to keep him from that golden moment. "Sorry." He turned away, bringing his arms up in front of him in an attempt to get space. There were too many people, and he couldn't breathe. He just needed to get to the edge of the crowd.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 19, 2015 10:05:10 GMT -5
Eiliyah was lost in her mind the alcohol numbing her senses to everything except for the man and the music. Even if she didn’t end up getting the guy at least she might gain a friend. She heard what he said but it wasn’t till she felt the break in rhythm did she realize what it meant Eiliyah stopped stepping forward a bit before turning to face him giving him the space he probably needed. It was her fault wasn’t it. She was just a f- up generally and was probably better off not dragging him along especially knowing he had someone.
“No… I’m sorry.” She bit her lower lip and crossed her arms protectively in front of herself; her subconscious taunting her telling her that she was only a screw up and that was all she was good for. Who would want someone like her anyways? All she did was panic, say stupid things, and irritate him. “I’m really sorry.” She mumbled under her breath before darting for the doors past him she needed to just get home and sleep this off.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 19, 2015 11:09:06 GMT -5
Part of Lyric wanted to explain, at least enough that she wouldn't blame herself. He needed that air though, needed space, and he chose his own sanity over a girl he'd just met and probably wouldn't see again. He let her go, and when he was free of the dance floor, he decided to call it a night. He was finished with this club anyway.
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