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Post by emma brookes on Mar 14, 2008 21:24:21 GMT -5
Emma Brookes stepped out of her sleek red Porsche, showing off her long, thin legs as she did so. As she walked towards the entrance where many people were gathered hoping and prayer they were waved into the club, she looked down at herself to make sure she looked fabulous and as always she did. She was wearing an extremely tight fitting red dress that showed off all of her perfectly placed curves. Smirking to herself, she finally came to the door that lead into dim lights, lots of alcohol and tons of drunk perverted men. Not even bothering to look at the line of people, she strutted up to the front and gave the man a small smile, not even having to say anything he gave her the approving nod before saying "Hello Ms. Brookes. Go ahead in." Giving him a second smile, she walked through the doors of the club while hearing the groans from the agitated line waiters.
Walking further into the club, Emma looked around to see not many people out for a Friday night. Shrugging to herself, she walked over to the bar and took a seat making sure to stay away from the completely wasted guys and the old perverts. After calling the bartender over, whom she'd gotten to know pretty well after a very drunk night, she ordered a simple martini. She'd move onto the heavy things later on the night.
After receiving the drink, Emma turned around in her stool so her back was to the bar and her eyes could wander the dance floor. She spotted a few people she somewhat knew but no one who she would go talk to until she had that slight buzz. Turning back around, she took a small sip of her martini and scanned the shelf of liquor bottles, looking for anything interesting.
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Post by derek metre on Mar 16, 2008 14:01:28 GMT -5
Was it normal for a cop to go to a bar often? Derek Metre didn't care. He was perfectly content drinking to his heart's desire when off the job. Bars were a great place to go. Young, beautiful, unsuspecting women who will do anything for a drink or an entertaining night. It was a horrible thing to do, and Derek knew that. He just didn't care much.
Stepping out of the old black Mercedes, Derek smiled to himself. He loved that car. It was for work. There was no way in hell he could have payed for that himself. It was his on the job car, and he wasn't supposed to use it anytime else. But Derek was close to his boss, who didn't give a shit. He tossed the keys to the valet parker, and entered the building.
It was amazing, really. The lights were dimmed, and flashes of blue, red, yellow, and green flooded the dance floor. Deciding to start the night off with a drink, Derek swayed his way to the bar. Sitting down on the high black stool, he examined the familiar counter top. It was clear, with blue gravel or something on the inside. He ordered a straight Jack Daniels, which was more fit for a city bar that a night club. But it was a tradition. Whenever he drank with his brother, they would have a shot or two first.
Dunking it down, he slammed the glass on the table. Turning to his left, he noticed a young girl, 20 tops. She could look old for her age though. Derek smiled, not caring if she didn't see. She would soon.
What a horrible freaking cop.[/size]
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Post by emma brookes on Mar 16, 2008 14:46:48 GMT -5
Emma took a small drink from her martini while she continued to look through the bar's selections that lined the shelves on the wall. Coming across nothing she hadn't tried before, yeah she really loves to drink, she sighed quietly to herself. Seriously someone can't go out and invent some new type of alcoholic beverage or liquor? Shaking her head, she called the bartender over to her and ordered a shot of Jack Daniels like the guy besides her.
Taking the shot from the man, Emma slipped a twenty dollar bill into his hand while giving him a flirtatious smile. Oh how she loved to tease guys so they thought they had a chance but in reality there was no way in hell she'd be with them. Setting the shot down on the bar, she picked up here simple martini again and took another drink while swaying to the music pulsing from the large speakers.
Emma's headed turned slightly to the man who had just sat down next to her. He had the sort of rugged look going for him and was extremely buff. He was definitely her type but her policy was for the guy to come to her and beg. Turning her head back to the bar in front of her, she picked the shot up and swirled the liquid around the inside of the shot glass. Smirking slightly to herself, she pushed the glass to her mouth and swallowed the liquor as it burned it's way down her throat.
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Post by derek metre on Mar 17, 2008 15:05:36 GMT -5
Derek turned his head slightly to the side. The girl ordered a Jack Daniels. Yeah, it was addictive. He smiled to himself again, reviewing how he should play this. He knew this kind of girl. She wanted you to go after her. Which was exactly the kind of guy Derek was. And he wasn't about to let this girl win. It was like a game to him, really. Let's see who scored the most.
He motioned to the bartender, ordering a glass of Rose with a twist of Lemon. Really, great stuff. But plain, Rose tasted too much like Strawberries. Alcoholic ones. With the lemon in it, it was more of a zang. He instructed the man to give it to the girl, on Derek's tab. Then he asked for another tilt of Jack.
When the bartender finally prepared the Rose and gave it to the girl, Derek smiled. He swiveled around in his chair, resting his elbows back on the bar behind him. He looked out to the dance floor, examining what was happening. "It seemed very you," he said, not looking at her. You don't look straight at girls until you are in a deep conversation. And they weren't. Yet.
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Post by emma brookes on Mar 17, 2008 17:37:46 GMT -5
Emma set the shot glass down on the bar as she listened to the loud music that didn't seem to stop coming out of the huge black speakers. She began to quietly strum her fingers on the clear bar that held some sort of blue gravel or rocks inside of it. She was easily getting bored with the non-progressing game her and the guy next to her playing.
Turning her head to the door, Emma watched a group of three or so walk in and she instantly recognized them as members of the Crypts. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she turned her head around so she didn't have to stare at her families worst enemies. Yeah she was usually a very social person to most almost all people but she had some serious hate for the Crypts, her entire family did but if you asked her why she wouldn't be able to give a reasonable answer. Perhaps it was brainwashed into her mind when she was young but all she knew for sure is that she couldn't stand any of them.
Looking back up, Emma noticed the bartender come over and hand her a drink that she hadn't ordered. She briefly thought about telling him it wasn't hers but she wasn't one to turn down any alcohol that was presented to her. After taking a small sip, she looked at the man who just spoke to her and apparently ordered the drink for her out of the corner of her eyes. "Hm and what do you mean by very me?" she asked while still not looking at him directly.
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Post by derek metre on Mar 17, 2008 20:06:42 GMT -5
It's not something that usually happens. Derek does not give drinks to unsuspecting strangers. Which, in fact, was going through his head right now. And which, in fact, was a total and complete lie. Still looking out to the dance floor, Derek let out a small chuckle. He though about why he ordered the Rose for the girl.
"Let's see," he said, shifting in his seat. "You are the kind of girl who knows how to get what she wants, am I right?" he turned his head, making eye contact with her this time. His smile seemed more like a smirk, which wasn't even on purpose. "The Rose will get you drunk only when you want to be. You'll get someone only when you want them. It's all about reading, girl."
He turned back to the dance. Floor. He was having trouble with this one. Usually if he gave a girl a drink he could write a novel on what it represented. But this was tough. Derek was beginning to wonder if she was definitely too young for him. But he decided to stay with it. If he left now, he would spend the entire night wondering would have happened. It wasn't that he liked her; it was just a sense of pride.
Turning his head again to see her, Derek chuckled. "What's your name?" he asked, the words coming out more like he was asking a kid than a young woman.
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Post by emma brookes on Mar 17, 2008 20:30:44 GMT -5
Emma listened quietly as the guy told her what he thought she was like while she sipped her drink. As she was listening to him she couldn't help but think how full of crap he was. He could use that on almost anybody and the sad part was he thought he was doing a good job. Looking him straight in the eye she let out a small laugh and said "You may be right about everything you said but that could be the personality of about ninety percent of the people you'll meet in your entire life."
While shifting so her back was leaning against the bar and she could look out onto the dance floor like the guy who sat besides her, she looked over him. Yeah he was a lot smoother than most guys but he still had that cocky thing that could be a turn on or just the opposite and at the moment it still wasn't decided. Looking him over more closely, she noticed he was probably a few years older than her but nothing unbearable or even the oldest.
She turned to look back out to the flashing lights and drunk people attempting to dance while in reality they were just looking like wasted idiots. Laughing quietly to herself at the scene and the fact that she might be out there in a short time, she took another drink of her Rose which only progressed the process faster. She turned her head slightly and answered "Emma." She didn't even bother asking for his name because she knew it would be coming soon anyway.
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Post by derek metre on Mar 17, 2008 20:41:43 GMT -5
Usually when a girl gets a drink she is in. Usually when a girl is asked for her name she flips. But This girl was different. Derek laughed again. 90 percent of the people, huh? "You are absolutely and positively correct," he answered, laughing. He turned around in the stool, grabbing his Jack Daniels and taking a slow sip of it. Glass number two was the one to savor. It was just a rule. A law. A code.
"But the other ten percent," he laughed, his phone vibrating in his pocket. "Is full of it." He looked at Emma once more before taking his phone out of his pocket. Flipping it open, he answered the way he should. At least, with this number. "Metre," he mumbled, not caring who it was. He was promised a night off, and he was determined to get one. He didn't care who was dying, or who was about to be shot up. What a great cop.
Laughing into his phone, Derek put down the drink. "Oh, You're full of it, man," He said his goodbye, and got off the phone. "Like that person," he said, looking back to Emma. He studied her for a minute. She was Derek's type: girl. But he really didn't take much interest. He was simply bored with this already. Two people each wanting one thing. Each wanting the other to fight for that one thing. He wondered who would give in first, if anyone.
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Post by emma brookes on Mar 18, 2008 15:32:14 GMT -5
Most of the time the guys who were trying to hit on Emma, would be all her by now or at least attempting to but this guy was different. He seemed to be playing hard to get just like Emma so who was going to cave and stop the act? Deciding she wasn't going to be the one, she set the drink down on the bar and got down from the stool. While walking away from the bar and onto the dance floor, she looked back over her shoulder and gave the guy, who she still didn't know the name of, a small smile.
Emma knew once she walked onto that floor she wouldn't have to go scooting for somebody to dance with. The fact is she had never had to, they all just seemed to come to her without any work on her part. Just like predicted, once she stepped into the area where the music was the loudest, here came all the guys. Some were hot and some were well ugly. Some were outgoing and asked her upfront if she wanted to dance while some were shy and stood in the back waiting for when there were less people around.
Giving the first guy who seemed to gravitate over to her a small smirk, she grabbed his hand and led him into the center of the other couples. Instantly putting her arms around his neck, she began to sway, waiting to see what exactly he would do or wouldn't. He began to sway easily at first and when she started to think that he wasn't going to do anymore. he gave her that small smirk that indicated that there was more to come. He started to grind his hips against hers, hoping she would join in and it would progress to his greatest pleasure of all time. Emma gave him the bored look that she had worked so hard on to achieve. She had been through this with guy after guy. They all had the same moves and nothing unique, original or even somewhat stimulating.
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