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Post by Bails on Aug 3, 2008 7:45:20 GMT -5
Lucy Black was never considered tame. From the time she was born, she was fated to be the wildchild of Caligula and Tristan. Lately, she'd been living up to the role. Dressing to kill, she walked out of the house with a buzz already on. The club would be packed by this time. She got in right away, Princesses don't wait after all.
At the bar, she ordered a white wine spritzer and washed a tab of something down. It didn't hit her as hard due to her lovely gene cocktail but it made the room glow. Slipping into the throng of dancers, she began to sway and dance, just waiting for opportunity to knock.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 3, 2008 12:35:26 GMT -5
Pol was in tonight with a couple of his boys, they'd been drinking and playing drinking games for the last hour or so. Not that Pol was light on his feet yet, sat amongst the mix of demons.
"Please tell me we're playing numbers." one said and a cheer went up. Numbers being you kept score of the number of girls you got to do something with you. Whatever that something was didn't matter, it could be anything from sit and drink - but with these boys it was more than likely a dance, a kiss or further.
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Post by Bails on Aug 3, 2008 12:48:19 GMT -5
A wolf she knew grabbed onto her his, dragging her back against him. She giggled and moved with him as his hands slid up inside of her shirt. She didnt even care- Everything was just such a rush. His breath was hot against her neck and throat.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 3, 2008 12:54:50 GMT -5
"Hey is that Lucy?"
Pol attention went off to his best friend, and he rolled his eyes at what he saw.
"Man what I'd give for a peice-"
"oi." he warned the boys at the table and rose, crossing across to where the pair were dancing. "Mind me stepping in?" He asked, with a glare in his eyes that told the bloke where to go.
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Post by Bails on Aug 3, 2008 13:04:53 GMT -5
The guy growled but didnt have a choice- "Pol!" She cried happily, looping her arms around his neck. "How the fuck are you?" She giggled then kissed him hard.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 3, 2008 13:07:22 GMT -5
"Not drunk enough." He chuckled, breakign away from her though his arms fell neatly at her sides. "Hello beautiful, you don't mind me rescuing you from being mauled do you?" He purred into her ear, getting his voice over the sound of the music.
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Post by Lucy Christos on Aug 4, 2008 3:33:50 GMT -5
Lucy's leg moved up to his left hip, hooking around his frame. "Who says-" She murmured in his ear, giving the lobe a lick, "that I didnt come here to be mauled?" Her fingers played against his chest as she rolled her hips a few times with the music. In the background, she could hear Pol's boys cheering. Why not give them a show worth watching?
Sliding her foot down his leg, she turned, pressing her back against him. Swaying, she let the drugs kick in stronger. Loo's fingers ran through her hair as she moved against him then she bent to 'touch her toes'. She knew Pol was a good dancer- had seen him with other girls, danced with him once or twice.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 4, 2008 5:36:27 GMT -5
His hands moved over her naturally in the way that fooled everyone around them into believing they were a couple. But then Pol and Lucy had been close for years, they'd been clubbing together so many times he'd lost count. Still, she bent over and he groaned lowly, his hands running down her spine as he moved to the music and the sultry rythme she set.
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