we are young - open

[Jay Crosse]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000;] In the red, leather-seated corner of the Kick, Jay Crosse sat. He had never really been one for clubbing - Jay usually found night clubs to be excessively dark and filled to the brim with druggies and alcoholics. Of which he was neither. Tonight, however, he had decided to take a night away from his self-induced studying at home and had made a point to have as much fun as was humanly possible. So there he was, in the dim room, the lights flashing in various colors directly in his dark eyes. Jay had dressed for the occasion, sporting a plain white v-neck and bright red jeans. It was about the most mainstream outfit he owned, and it didn't really help that the V-neck was just deep enough to display a fair amount of Jay's minuscule chest hair. Jay observed the crowd, a glass of red wine in his hand. The room was so cliche that Jay almost considered telling everyone to stop acting like a cheesy '90s television show, but that would've been the alcohol talking. Semi-drunken women stumbled about in pumps and platform heels, while semi-drunken perverts attempted to stare up their skirts/have sex with them on the dance floor. It about made me want to punch every one of them in the face. But mostly because of his crazy, feminist manner of thinking. Jerks... Jay thought, and watched as a gaggle of girls half-walked, half-ran to the bathroom. They came out a few minutes later looking very haggard, with their lipstick smeared and irritated looks on their heavily-made-up faces. Jay, his glass now drained and becoming increasingly more irritated with the confinement of the corner table got up and went to the bar. He placed his arse upon one of the round leather seats. "Water, please." He requested of the bartender. "Like, a lot of it." As the man - who was becoming increasingly less attractive as Jay waited. He snatched the water away from him. For some reason, the atmosphere of the club was affecting him. The dark room, the angry flashes of red the rent the air every few seconds...it all seemed to put Jay on edge. He wasn't used to all of the noise, the bright, sudden flashes of light, the hump of the bass in his chest. The bass felt good. It was somewhat familiar after so many times in marching band. But this was a different beat. Quick, lively. Not the slow, paced beat of the classics. Rather than complain about it, Jay set his glass of water down and found one of the amps responsible for the music. He placed one of his hands gently on the mesh fabric covering the sub-woofers. Tremors ran up his arm ever so slightly, and Jay was almost deafened by the noise, though he knew that he would probably be able to fix that at home. Shrugging, Jay walked from the sub-woofer back to his previous placement at the corner table, which was still unoccupied. The club had emptied considerably, even though it was nowhere near closing time. So Jay ordered more wine and sipped as he watched the crowd, pausing only to answer a text or play a game on his iPhone.

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organized chaos @ caution 2.0

[benjamin herman]

Drinking was never really something Benjamin did. Even when he was sixteen, and it was the "cool" thing to do, he denied the offers of beer and fruity concoctions. However, he absolutely loved the partying atmosphere. That's why the club was the perfect place for him. It was open every night, and while there was a bar, there was no one harassing him to buy a drink. He could dance, poorly, and people watch which he thoroughly enjoyed. Occasionally he would find a nice girl to flirt with. He would make her feel special and ask her to dance, allowing her to rub up on him while he just had to sway his hips back and forth. Sometimes he would wish that he had the guts to ask a guy to dance. Maybe, he would get drunk enough one day and let himself flirt with a guy. One of the main reasons he hated drinking so much was that he couldn't control his actions while intoxicated.

Benjamin slipped on his silver watch that his dad had given him as a graduation gift from high school. The inside was engraved "never lose sight" and "Dr. Herman" underneath. Ben's father was more than thrilled that Benjamin would be pursuing medicine like his father and mother. The "never lose sight" was a daily reminder to focus on his studies to become the best doctor he could be. Dr. Herman was his father and would one day be his title. Ben checked out his final outfit in the reflection of one of the store windows. He could already hear the loud bass as he approached The Kick.

Satisfied with his outfit he turned back around and faced Collin. The eighteen year old was his new roommate and he felt as if it was his duty to show him around town. Collin protested at first , but with a lot of convincing, and a little dragging, the new kid decided to join Benjamin. He really wanted to get to know Collin more. For some reason, he was fascinated by the kid. Going to the club would be a great way for the both of them to loosen up and get to know each other a little more.

Benjamin finally made it to the entrance of the kick where the music was even louder then before. He placed a hand on his hip. "Are you coming? Or am I going to have to drag you inside like I dragged you into the car," Ben teased. He smirked slightly. "Common. It will be fun, promise. If you absolutely hate it, we can leave."

[collin degrea]

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I try but it shows

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Collin was so very unsure about this. Clubs were not places he usually went, they involved girls who wanted smooth talking guys, large amounts of people, loud music, and alcohol. There wasn't one thing about the places that really appealed to him. The last few times he'd been dragged to a club he'd been able to hide in the back with his equally inept, and sober sister while everyone else had fun. It was a shame Collin had never quite mastered the art of saying no. Sure, he'd hummed and hawed about it for a few moments but in the end he couldn't really make himself say no to his new friend. Friend being exactly what Collin considered the other after the moment they met, everyone who said anything nice to Collin in any shape size or form was considered his new friend.

Glancing at his things Collin eyed his letterman, already missing the days where he could wear it and not be laughed at, he had worked hard for it. Opts instead for a dark blue hoodie, which wasn't too ripped up, and a pair of baggy jeans, which were. He never had much regard for clothing, it was the stuff you wore to keep warm, and after that he didn't really care. You wouldn't want to care too much when you had the apt ability to cover your clothes in grass stains and tears almost at the moment of purchase. Staring into a mirror he wondered if he should do something with his hair. Didn't normal people do things like that before going out? Ben seemed to be. He probably should too right? Though in the end he just ruffled his hair a bit and decided it was good enough, he brushed his teeth some time earlier after all, so he was good to go.

He was sort of quiet as they neared the club, growing a little more nervous the closer they got. The club he had been in wasn't actually a club so much as a pub that the kids in town hung out in, he really hadn't much of an idea what to expect from one in a city. When they reached the door Collin couldn't help but take a step back and gape a little at the noise coming from it. How could anyone inside even hear themselves think, yeah okay, that sounded like such an old person thing to say.

"I'm not um..." Pauses and nods to Ben, will do it. Laughs as the other teases him "I wasn't that bad...not really...okay maybe a little!" Grins relaxing a big and follows the other in. Wouldn't make Ben leave though, that would be unfair to the guy after be brought him out here. Half wonders if he'll be expected to drink though

"So ah, you like clubs?" Winces at his own poor attempt to make conversation as they moved inside. More relieved then surprised to find the place isn't as full as TV had come to make him believe all city clubs were, hell, there were nights the club back home was more crowded. Rubbing the back of his neck he looked around, spotting a guy sitting in the corner he almost thought he'd seen somewhere before, otherwise no one caught his eye. "I'll um..you like...want a drink?" Meant it as a nice gesture, not anything weird, already knows it probably sounded weird, damn he can't go two minutes without saying something mortifying
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STATUS! complete
NOTES! - -
TAGS! Tori and Jaimes!
OUTFIT! Laaaazy
INSPIRATION! --
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0

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[amberlyn eastlyn-capone]

The familiar feel of the bass rumbling through her body comforted Amberlyn as she sashayed straight past the line of people waiting to get in until she stood in front of the burly bouncer, one of her favourites, if she was honest. Giving the man a grin as he promptly unhooked the rope for, allowing her entry. Ducking into the bathrooms before entering the main section of the club, Amberlyn checked her hair was still perfect and eyed her dress I'm the mirror for the one hundredth time. Satisfied, she smiled at herself in the mirror, left the bathroom and stepped down into the main part of the club. Heading to the bar, she smiled at the bartender, another person she knew and grabbed a little of water, preferring not to drink very much if she could help it, seeing as her father was already an alcoholic at her age until her mother stole all his liquor one day. She didn't want to fall down the same hole. Leaning against the bar on her stool, and looking out into the club, the girl began to search the room for prospects, during them into mental categories; people to dance with, people she could help with her aphrodite awesomeness and so on and so forth.

Tags: everybody up thurr^^ xD
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Notes: sorry if its horrible and that its not fancy D: I'm only on my phone these days so I'm not able to make my posts quite as amazing as they used to be