damaged [open]

[annalise nezzario]

10:30 PM. Annalise’s cell-phone blinked back at her as she opened it. Today had been a long and tiresome day for the young woman. School combined with some gang work would tire anybody out. As she walked away from the steps of the college she ran through all the places she could go to relax. Starbucks? Nah too quiet. With an excited gasp she stopped dead in her tracks and called out for a cab. Once the yellow vehicle pulled up to the curb she eagerly hopped in. Brookes Casino. Ah the casino. It was one of Annalise’s favorite places to hang out, and she even worked there part time. The ride to the casino would take about thirty minutes so maybe she should change. Looking down at her current wardrobe Annalise frowned. Sweat pants and a baggy shirt would definitely get her turned down at the door, but luckily she brought an extra change of clothes. After tying her hair into a messy bun she dug through her backpack and fished out her clubbing clothes. Keep your eyes on the road. She said while eying the taxi driver suspiciously. Of course her threat would be ignored but hey, it was worth a try.

With ease, her current baggy shirt was pulled up over her head and tossed on the seat next to her. She pulled her new shirt onto her lap and checked to make sure it was lint free. After her inspection she pulled the black shirt on. From the from it looked like a regular halter top with some beaded designs but in the back it was completely open and reached down to her waist. She mentally slapped herself when she realized she forgot to bring an extra bra. Looks like im going braless tonight. She reached into her shirt and pulled off her bra then stuffed it into the bag.

The next item to leave her body was her sweat pants, well her brother’s sweat pants. She wears a lot of his clothes for a tribute to him. He was the best thing about her life and now that he’s gone she only has his clothes as a reminder. She quickly pulled on a mini skirt and kicked off her flip-flops. By now she had about ten minutes left she quickly pulled on some black stilettos and rushed to do her makeup. Annalise is a pro at doing makeup in the car. With a steady hand she applied eyeliner, mascara, and some eyeshadow. To top off her look she swiped a quick coat of lip-gloss to her lips.

As soon as she gathered everything back into her bag and let her curly hair back down, the taxi pulled up to the casino. There was already a line forming but Annalise could get in easily, she was a Blood member after all. After handing the driver his money she gracefully stepped out of the cab and walked up to the bouncer. Gracias chico. She said with a grin as he opened the rope and let her in. Annalise just loves the atmosphere at the club. It was full of beautiful people and different things to do.

After stopping at some lockers to drop off her bag, Annalise made her way up to the second floor. The music pounding from the stereos brought a smile to her face. The stress from school and gang life lifted off of her shoulders. She walked over to the bar, her hips swaying to the beat subconsciously. Sex on the beach please. She asked the bartender with a grin. Her brown eyes glanced over the dance floor before turning back around and sipping on her drink.

[jean brooke jackson]

Damn, New York. Night life, smoke, lights, clubs. How could anyone not want to live here?

The ribbon of smoke danced in the air, just inches before her face. It left a small sting on her hazel eyes, causing them to water. Jean blinked, smiled, and brought the cigarette to her lips once again. She inhaled and breathed out slowly, carefully. Jean lifted her head and scanned the casino. People danced, drank, flirted, completely at ease. Music drifted in the atmosphere quietly, adding to the relaxed mood.

Paralyzer, on the rocks. She flashed a smile at the bartender, who grinned back, a playful hint in his smile. A glass of ice was set before her, which caused Jean to look up in suprise. Looks like we've already got the Paralyzer, we just need the rocks. Jean laughed at the clever pick-up move. Alright, your drink's coming up. The glass was cleared away, Jean's mood lightened.

She continued to look down the line of people relaxing at the bar, taking notes and observations of the peoples' behavior, appearance, conversations. Two girls were at the dark end of the bar, cuddled together so closely Jean couldn't exactly tell what they were doing. A man flirted with a girl that appeared to be seven or more years younger than him. She stopped at a young woman that seemed to be about her age, sitting alone, appearing to be enjoying herself. Dark hair. Mini skirt. Stilettos. Halter top. Apparentally braless. Jean smirked at that, but she was feeling too cheerful to say something cruel.

Forgot to bring a bra? Or were the doilies purposely left at home? She asked, loud enough for the girl to hear. Jean took a sip of her drink, which appeared a few moments before, and looked up at the girl, eyebrows raised and a friendly smile in place.

[annalise nezzario]

Annalise took small dainty sips of her drink. She really wanted to pace herself tonight since she would be taking a cab home. Being piss drunk and trusting a total stranger to take you home obviously wasn’t the smart thing to do. Being in a gang gave Annalise a chance to wise up and learn the rules of the streets. A smooth tan hand moved up to moved the hair off her back and pushed it over one shoulder. Hmm maybe I should just cut it. She thought to herself as she pulled out a small mirror from her bag and examined her many split ends. Annalise never kept anything for too long, she was always changing and mixing things up for the hell of it.

With a sigh she shut the mirror close then stuffed it back into her purse. Oh fuck it. Annalise decided then downed the rest of her drink. As soon as she put the glass down her head snapped to the side when she heard someone speak. A thin eyebrow rose slightly as she glanced around for a second making sure the other girl was talking to her. Nobody else was paying attention so Annalise turned her attention back to the girl not to far away from her with a smile. “Tonight I actually forgot to pack one.”

Her brown eyes looked the girl over, analyzing every aspect of her. Red head. But I guess she’s kinda pretty. Was all that popped into Annalise’s head. “Thank God for small boobs, huh?” She said with a scoff. ”I’m Annalise by the way.” So Annalise was happy now that she had some company, and a female one at that. Hanging around men all day got very old very quick.

[jean brooke jackson]

Don't worry, girly. Half of the time I lose my bra at the bar. She laughed quietly to herself and took another sip of her drink before continuing. The sweet, creamy drink slid down her throat, leaving a cool tinge of alcohol on her tongue. But seriously, G-Strings and booty shorts are my saviors. I mean really, what guy wouldn't want a peek at some hot chick's underwear? I'm Jean. Nice to meet you, I guess.

She raised her glass at Annalise in a friendly gesture, raised her thin eyebrow slightly and smiled. Jean took another sip from the glass, savouring the sudden explosion of subtle, but pleasing flavor. So what's your reason out? God, what else to people do on weekends, anyway? I've seen some bar fights, and a couple drunk kids running across the street to the nearest hotel, but what else do people do for fun these days, other than get laid or break an arm?

Sighing contently, she leaned her back against the counter, resting her elbows behind her on the glass top for support. Jean locked eyes with a few guys, but was not that interested today. Tonight was odd; she was having a smooth conversation with a /girl/, in a /bar/, with no intentions of sleeping in someone else's bed. How curious.

[annalise nezzario]

Annalise laughed at Jean’s comment. Well she definitely had her share of crazy nights at the bar like any other college student. On top of being an active gang member Annalise also went to college, community college of course but hey, it was better than nothing. She liked to think of herself as the book smart gang member. It kind of set her apart from all the other members. ”Ah well it looks like we have something in common. Nice to meet ya Jean.”

Annalise crossed her legs and leaned against the bar top. This was going pretty well so far. Annalise was actually socializing with another woman! Stop the presses! Maybe it was because she had a good day today? Or she just felt like being friendly? She could use some more friends, especially female ones. “Well I planned this earlier on today. I knew I had nothing planned tonight so I just packed some extra clothes for after I got out of school.”

She stopped for a moment when the bartender asked her if she wanted another drink. Annalise thought for a moment then simply refused with a shake of her head. She turned back to Jean and shrugged. ” Well people also like to rob stores and join gangs. That’s always fun right?” She said with a scoff then looked around the bar. Small couples huddled in the corner while others gyrated on the dance floor. “So what do you do here in New York?” Annalise asked as she focused back on Jean.

[jean brooke jackson]

Gangs. Haha, honey, that's pretty hardcore. Don't get into many fights, probably a few bitchfits at the bar. The only weapons I carry around with me are a pair of brass knuckles and some mace. I got a taser back at the apartment, it was a gift from my dad. Some pretty expensive shit.

It's a suprise people around here are still in school. I dropped out last year. Got sick of California. It was really amazing there, but I don't think I could take it anymore. Jean sighed and took another small sip. She was taking her drinks in moderate, attempting to leave the bar unintoxicated. Atleast, not as drunk as she'd usually be. Again, how odd.

So.. I moved here. What's your story? She decided to stop speaking, give her a turn. When Jean was in a good mood, or eager to meet people, she tended to ramble. Most people didn't seem to be too annoyed by it, but Jean liked to take turns, just incase.