[drew] can't stereotype my thing, yo !?

[natasjaking]

my finger tips and the lips
do the work yeah

It was ten pm, and she had the whole night ahead of her. When you sleep all day, the night gets pretty dull without something to do. But this was not the case with Tasja, she knew exactly what do do. Malificent's floorboards throbbed like they were alive, and the atmosphere was filled with the powerful aroma of hormones, alcohol, and heavy touching. Dressed up in her shiny party-clothes and electric blue wig, Tasja felt like a queen. She pranced over to the bar and grabbed the young bartender's tie, pulling him close so their noses were just an inch apart. "A gin and tonic please, sweetie?" She cooed, batting her dark eyelashes. Awestruck lust filled the man's eyes and he smiled as she released him.

"Coming right up," he said, and fixed her drink in the blink of an eye, forgetting to even charge her. Tasja blew him a kiss and moved away through the crowd, her drink in hand and a smirk on her face. The cold touch of the glass soothed her and she leaned against the wall by the dance floor, watching the bodies move. After she finished the cocktail Tasja headed into the center of the dance floor and started shakin' it. Her hips swayed and her feet followed in an entrancing pattern of their own. The bass pumped in her ears and Tasja knew that this was what she lived for. It gave her a high, and she loved it. Her wandering hands found the hips of a woman about her age and she pulled her closer. When it came to dancing Tasja could be a bit aggressive, and sometimes it received a negative response from her companion.

The young woman shoved Tasja away and flipped her off. "Ew, dyke! Get the hell off!" She spat. Tasja winked playfully and slapped the woman's rear as she sauntered off. Homophobes were actually quite fun to play with, they were so . . . naive. Tasja giggled and began to dance again until she felt a light touch on the side of her leg. She looked up to see a young guy who looked like he'd been drinking a little too heavily that night. Tasja knew she'd be looking about the same pretty soon, so who was she to judge? She gave him a smile of encouragement and slipped her hands up around his neck, the sweet smell of alcohol rolling off of him turned her on and one hand stroked his soft hair absentmindedly as she danced with him.

Girls were more fun, but he was okay. He had a sweet smile and was an okay dancer, too. But she began to get a little bored with him because he hadn't even closed the space between them, and with guys Tasja liked to play the sweet one. But if she had to be the one to start something, so be it. She moved her body in closer and pressed her hips up against him, moving to the music. He let out a funny laughing noise and took a step back. His hands traveled up the side of her thigh and over her hips, resting on her lower back instead of below her butt. Tasja scowled. Screw this. She wanted some fun, damn it! "Go play good boy with someone else," she whispered in his ear before moving away, deeper into the energetic crowd.

This night was beginning to turn out poorly, and Tasja realized she was going to have to get a little more to drink if she wanted to have a good time. So she went over to the bar and went through the routine of seducing the bartender and getting a free drink. This time she chose something a little sweeter, an apple martini. The first sip brought her back memories from highschool. Apple martinis used to be the only thing Tasja would order when she snuck into bars as a minor, because she loved the sweet taste and martini glasses were always her favorite glass shape.

This time she sat up at the bar and drank her beverage, deciding she would get a little more booze in her system before returning to the dancefloor.

my hips do the flicks
as i walk yeah

ooc ;; This should be fun. So it's up to you whether they meet here for the first time or they're already friends
lyrics ;; Hombre - MIA
count ;; 697 (I can't even believe how much that sucked. I apologize. The count is high, but the quality is lacking. XP)
tags ;; Drew O'Connel
outfit ;; minus the hat & glasses

[drew adrian o'connel]

Malificent wasn't the place that Drew usually found herself. Especially not on nights when the place seemed to be packed with underage bad boys and little girls who couldn't hold a shot of tequila. Tonight, however, she hadn't found much to do so the club was where she'd inevitably arrived. She'd shown her ID and squeezed her way to the bar, avoiding being bumped into by testosterone filled men who were fighting over some blonde. It was too crowded to notice them yelling over the music, but their expressions read nothing more than, 'I'm going to kick your ass once we have enough room to fight'. Drew raised her finger to a bartender, setting three dollars on the counter. "A beer," she said, pointing to the refrigerator filled with alcohol. "Miller."

She looked to the dance floor as the crowd of people shifted with the beat of some rap song she hadn't heard. Drew wasn't much of a dancer; actually she thought she looked rather foolish trying to grind up on a girl. She was perfectly happy at the bar, having a few beers and then going home for the night. It was what she'd planned for tonight, anyway. And since she didn't feel like going out to a bar, the woman would have to deal with the loud music and the annoying teenagers. Oh well. Drew turned back to the bartender, who handed her a bottle of beer. She twisted it open and took a long drink.

Gazing out into the dance floor once again, the glow of an electric blue hair piece caught her eye. Now, that was rather particular. She hadn't expected something like that to just show up from the dance floor. This was, after all, Elizabeth's Hollow. She'd only ever seen someone wear a wig to a club in places like Chicago and even Los Angeles when she'd lived there. Drew took another drink from her bottle, her eyes fixated on the girl as she slowly rotated through the hoard in the middle of the club. Clearly, the girl wasn't satisfied with the selection tonight, as she moved out of the crowd and up to the bar.

Drew smiled as she watch the girl have her way with a bartender, getting a free drink. She liked this chick already. Wading her way though the mess of people at the bar, Drew walked up to Tasja. "I was going to ask you if I could buy you a drink, but I think you already have that covered," she said, trying to make her voice just a tad higher than the music so Tasja would have to move in closer to listen.

ooc;; I'm excited for this. xD And that's alright. Mine's like 450-ish and slightly lacking.

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[natasjaking]

my finger tips and the lips
do the work yeah

Tasja stroked her finger along the rim of the glass and then touched it to her tongue. The sugar they put on the edge was just so tasty, she couldn't just leave it sitting there, and Tasja always drank from the same spot on a glass - it was an interesting quirk of hers. She downed the rest of the drink and began to feel a slight buzz, this was good. She meant to drink until she couldn't even feel the buzz, and she was about to turn back to the bartender to try for another drink when she noticed a person was speaking to her. Tasja leaned in and caught ' buy you a drink, but I think you already have that covered. ' This made her bubble up with laughter, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, money's low. . . but sex appeal is always plentiful, right?" She giggled, tucking a lock of the plastic blue hair behind her ear.

Then a smile spread across her face as she realized the woman had offered to buy her a drink. She glanced at her empty martini glass and grinned. "But hey, if you're offering to buy. . . the bartenders aren't as easily won over the second time." She winked playfully, and then noticed her companion's drink and she made a questioning face. "Hey, wanna do shots with me? If you're gonna drink that you might as well be at Grumpy's." She shrugged. Tasja had only ever been in there a few times, it was the place to relax. They served alcohol to calm you rather than intoxicate you.

Tasja never did shots alone, but if she had someone to do them with she couldn't be happier. It was hard to find someone fun - or even just a good drinking buddy! - in this town, they were goody-goody girls and guys, people who Tasja simply grew bored with. It was ridiculous! Let go of yourself once in a while, people! Thinking about it made her moody, there were some memories she had of people like that. . . her family, even, that she was just disgusted by. 'Now put on some decent clothing, you're hurting our eyes!' or 'Oh, Tasja, that green lipstick is simply atrocious! Remove it immediately.' and even 'It's time for church, dearie, and you're coming with like a good girl.' Seriously! What was this world coming to?

She reached down and pulled a cigarette out of her white sneaker and lit it. But, remembering she wasn't sitting alone, pulled out another and held it out towards her companion. "Fag?" Tasja offered, without realizing her grammatical mistake. Her family used to take her on trips to London frequently, where her aunt lived, and so she picked up many English slang words and sometimes forgot that most people weren't used to them. Also, it sounded kind of classy to her to say 'fag' instead of cigarette, kind of in the way wine in a box is classy.

my hips do the flicks
as i walk yeah

ooc ;;
lyrics ;; Hombre - MIA
count ;; 499 (well, this seemed a little better. and a little lower count. x] )
tags ;; Drew O'Connel
outfit ;; minus the hat & glasses

[drew adrian o'connel]

This girl intrigued her. She was so full of energy and life and she had the capacity to say what she thought. Tasja was also confident in her abilities to seduce people into doing what she wanted. She knew the appeal she had and she also knew how to flaunt it. This was more of a turn on to Drew. Being straight up about being attracted to someone was definitely better than darting around details. It was better to be bold than afraid. And obviously, the other girl had captured the essence of being bold. Drew smirked at Tasja's words, giving her full appearance a look before nodding. "Well in your case, that's definitely true," she told the other woman.

Taking a long drink from her bottle, Drew watched as Tasja spoke, smiling a little. "It's hard to pull the same tricks twice, but I think you could maybe pull it off," she said with a shrug. Beautiful girls could get free drinks all night as far as she was concerned. A lot of bartenders didn't mind it, plus, they usually made enough profit from the drunks to cover it. She took another drink, finishing off the bottle. "I guess you're right. But I don't do the girly drinks," Drew said, arching her eyebrow. "What about some shots of tequila?" It was a challenge. She'd been doing shots of tequila for a long time, so the burning sensation didn't bother her much anymore.

She signaled the bartender, holding up two fingers. "Toughest tequila you have," she said, laying down a twenty dollar bill. "And keep them coming until this runs out." Well, she'd allotted herself thirty bucks to spend for the night, so this was perfectly fine. And Drew was sure that after these rounds of shots, all she would need would be another beer or two and she'd be set for the night. She could hold her alcohol no problem, but as skinny as she was and as little as she seemed to eat, tequila seemed to get her drunker faster. Well, that was why she was here right?

The bartender poured out the shots, setting out a plate of limes and salt to go with it. Drew didn't mind doing it straight up, but doing shot after shot might require some help. She glanced up as Tasja offered a cigarette. "Thanks," she said taking it, never able to refuse a cigarette. Drew took her zippo out of her pocket, striking it quickly and igniting the end. She breathed in, taking a few puffs before taking one of the shot glasses and looking at the other girl. "I'm Drew, by the way," she mentioned before tilting her head back and taking the first shot straight.

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[natasjaking]

my finger tips and the lips
do the work yeah

Tasja soaked in the compliments and grinned. She made no attempt at being modest most of the time, it wasn't worth it and it was so false sounding when she made an attempt at it. The other woman told her that she didn't do girly drinks and Tasja shrugged. She lived for the pretty glasses full of neon colors with the sweetest flavor, and she especially enjoyed the little plastic monkeys they hung off the lip of the glass or the paper umbrellas stuck in the top.

When the other woman ordered tequila Tasja nodded approvingly. Tequila was good, strong taste. She formed an o with her mouth and blew out a circle of cigarette smoke around the tray of shots and watched her companion take one straight. "Damn, now I can't look like a wimp." Tasja smirked and downed one of the shots, just to prove herself.

"Drew? I'm Tasja." She introduced herself. The alcohol she'd had earlier was getting to her, and the tequila was just making it better. She was already feeling color in her cheeks and couldn't stop smiling. "After we finish these we should dance," Tasja giggled, wiggling her hips in her seat and putting on her best sexy look, which was almost like habit to Tasja, so she didn't have to try that hard. "We'll show those asses out there how it's really done."

With those words she meant dancing of course, but with Tasja dancing looked and felt an intimate make out session, and usually always ended in one. Which Tasja had no problem with. She'd come to drink, love, and party.

my hips do the flicks
as i walk yeah

ooc ;; Sorry for how late this was, I was a little museless this weekend.
lyrics ;; Hombre - MIA
count ;; 267
tags ;; Drew O'Connel
outfit ;; minus the hat & glasses

[drew adrian o'connel]

Drew didn't deny it; she was good at complimenting other people. She liked it. Making Tasja feel good made Drew feel good. And it didn't hurt her case at all either. Compliments always helped out in the long run when things got heated. And they most likely would tonight. With the amount of alcohol flowing between them, she could sense the chemistry they had together. They were both just looking for a good time; no commitment, no rules, no one to tell them no. That's what Drew liked most about this girl. They were a lot alike. She took a hit from her cigarette, feeling the burn in her throat and watching as Tasja matched her moves.

"You certainly didn't look like a wimp doing that," Drew said, a smile placid on her face. She was happy with at least a little competition, or someone else that could take a few shots like she did. Leaning in to catch the other girls name, she began to feel the tequila effect sooner than expected. Things seemed in slower motion around her. "Tasja?" Drew asked, looking up at the girl. "That's beautiful. What's it short for?" She figured that if she just kept the other girl talking, there would be no problem in getting her home for the night. After all, most girls just wanted someone to listen to them. She grabbed another shot and this time rimmed the salt around the glass. Drew took it without hesitation, allowing herself to take a lime at the end. Okay, that was a little harder than the first one.

She smiled, going for the cigarette again and taking a long drag before looking back at Tasja. "I don't dance. It's just useless foreplay," Drew said matter-of-factly. She exhaled, tapping a few ashes from her smoke into an ashtray. She really believed that there were better things to do than dance. The woman didn't really mind feeling the sexual tension when she danced with someone, but if she was going to be honest with Tasja, it was just a waste of energy to be used later. Drew took another breathe from her cigarette and waited on Tasja's reply.

ooc;; No biggie. I've been busy anyway. (:

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[natasjaking]

my finger tips and the lips
do the work yeah

"It's short for Natasja, but that's too close to Natasha. . . and I used to know this girl in highschool named Natasha, she was a bit of a bitch, so just call me Tasja." Tasja laughed a little, seeing as she had been the bitchy one in highschool and poor Natasha was just a goody-two-shoes who got on her nerves.

Tasja picked up a lime and bit into it, sucking out the juice with puckered lips before she downed another shot. She closed her eyes at the hard taste and laughed, after this she'd need something sweet and fruity. Drew said she didn't like dancing and Tasja's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in exaggerated surprise. "Useless foreplay?!" Her sweet voice hit a high note and she grinned mischievously, salting the rim of another shot and swallowing it before her companion had a chance to take her shot.

"If you think that about dancing, you've obviously never been dancing with me." If Tasja had one strong point it was dancing, and she could make anyone hot if they allowed her to dance with them for a short time. Forgetting the few shots that remained on the tray, Tasja jumped off the bar stool and grabbed onto Drew's wrist, pulling gently for Drew to follow her.

my hips do the flicks
as i walk yeah

ooc ;; Wow. I've been insanely busy. Sorry to keep you waiting so long!
lyrics ;; Hombre - MIA
count ;; 213
tags ;; Drew O'Connel
outfit ;; minus the hat & glasses

[drew adrian o'connel]

Nodding as she heard the story behind the other girl's name, Drew grabbed another shot, leaving three behind. She took it before answering, not really caring much about the salt or the lime now. "Ah, I know how that goes. You don't want to be confused for someone like that," she said. Drew couldn't think of a time in high school where she'd had to deal with anyone 'bitchy' as Tasja put it. Los Angeles was pretty good when it came to discrimination. And after all, she'd left before getting a real core base of friends.

Drew picked up the cigarette again, feeling very pleasant at the moment. She took a few hits before setting it back down and going for another shot. God, she'd feel this in the morning for sure. Smiling a little, she nodded. "Yeah, I'd rather save all that energy for other things, anyway," Drew said with a small shrug, taking the shot and chasing it with the lime again. Oh fuck, yeah, she was pretty well-off. She glanced to the dance floor, watching the blinking lights and moving bodies for a moment before turning back to the other girl. Well, maybe she could dance for a little...

She arched an eyebrow, looking at Tasja inquisitively. Before she could respond, the other girl had grabbed her wrist and was tugging ever-so slightly to indicate that they should get moving onto the floor. Drew laughed, using her free hand to run through her short dark hair before nodding. "Alright, alright, I'll give you a shot. But if I'm disappointed, I'll come right back here to finish these shots and then go home," she told Tasja. This girl better be everything she promoted herself to be if she was going to put this extra effort into her night.

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