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Post by wilhelmina la fleur on Jan 17, 2012 12:17:03 GMT -7
Knowing the owners of The Kick was certainly a perk. It meant little to no waiting in line and VIP treatment. The glass of champagne in her hand was never empty and if she found herself in need of something different, service was but a few inches away. The girls that accompanied her received the same treatment, though they required much more attention than she did. Will was busy with her eyes directed at her phone—which was nothing new. Every now and again, she would join in the conversation happening around her, but her attention always tapered off. She hardly noticed when her group vanished to the dance floor. The silence was her only alert. There was no one tapping her, calling her name, or attempting to snatch the device from her clutches. Mentally, she promised herself that she would wrap it up and enjoy the rest of her evening. . . after a few more emails.
WORDS: 163
TAGGED: OPEN
OUTFIT: Clubbin’
NOTES: join away !
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