``just dancing among the stars [open]

[colorado christopher cabrera]

He walked into the club and instantly felt at home. The thumping of the bass in his feet, the smell of alcohol all around him, the feel of apprehension in the air, and the sight of bodies swaying back and forth to the beat. Yes. This was like home for Rado. It was like being back in the big city. That was why he had chosen to come to the club tonight, the club rather than the beach or something. He had never actually been to the beach. After all, before he lived in Denver, and there was no ocean in the middle of the US of A. Just simple ponds and lakes. No, the beach would have made him feel too uncomfortable. But this club... Now this was a normal setting for Rado.

He walked towards the bar as he tucked his fake ID back into his wallet. He then tucked his wallet in his front right pocket, attaching it to his chain. He knew all too well of people stealing things. He had stolen some things in his life, and in return he had had things stolen from him. Karma. It was a bitch... Especially in the big cities across the world. Rado sighed as he plopped himself into one of the bar stools. The bar tender walked over and asked, what'll it be? Rado just smiled and spoke back, "A beer, the best kind ya got." The bartender nodded and walked off. Rado turned to look towards the dance floor. All those hot girls... all that teasing... Rado wanted a taste of that tonight. He was new in town, but it wouldn't stop him from having fun.

Nothing could stop the urge for Rado to cause trouble and have fun. The bartender walked back and handed him the beer. He took it and nodded to the bartender and then turned back around towards the dance floor. He was scouting out the hot girls. He was trying to find a hot girl dancing alone, or a girl who was alone against the wall. He needed a girl that was available. A girl that wanted to have fun. A girl that he could get easily. He wanted no, he needed to have a good time tonight. It was his first night in town, and he needed to get the stress off his mind. And this was the perfect way to do it.

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WORDS! 426 words
STATUS! complete
TAGS! open
OUTFIT! click here.
NOTES! Rado likes hot girls, and dancing xD
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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[poppy lee hahn]

Even Poppy's mother went clubbing. It was time she man up and let the record show: She was a teenage girl. And what did teenage girls do best? Flash fake IDs and go to bars with expensive drinks to dance to less than high-standard music. Whatever, she could conform.

She did not, however, conform to the fashion norms laid down for her. She wasn't one to wear pants very often, and the only real trousers she wore, besides a tattered pair of jeans that she wore on weekends, were all over the top, self modded and, quite frankly, very, very sexy. She struggled into a pair of very tight PVC trousers that she could only assume were meant to look like skin- or a torture device meant to constrict her legs into submission. Even for a skinny girl, these were very tight, and made to be. Because one could never have too much leather- or restraints, she belted her trousers with a heavy brown leather belt, and a strap round her thigh made to resemble a gun holster. On the top Poppy settled on a white tank, and added some armbands and pretty gold buttons just because she couldn't resist.

Poppy was so over the top with her fashion, sometimes she reminded herself of a child armed with all the decorating supplies and dressing-up clothes she'd ever need in a lifetime. She decided to tone it down with the hair, though, just combing it out so it hung as it usually did- pin straight, boring, black. A pair of knee-high pirate boots was added, and she was done.

She had just shoved her favourite ray gun into her belt and finished up her makeup (black eyeliner, black eyeshadow like usual) when her mother stepped into her room. 'Where are you going? You look hot. Have you got a boyfriend?' She turned to her mother, who was dumping a load of clean laundry on her bed. "Mum, try again, You're supposed to be disapproving." She paused. "I'm going to a club." The following response from her mother was totally wrong. There were too many 'I'm so proud of you's to sound like a conventional mother-daughter relationship. The toy gun was seized from her belt, a final check was done, and she was pushed out the door with admission money from her mother and a bewildered expression on her face.

Antisocialism paid off.

She parked her car a few blocks away, and handed the bouncer her well-forged ID, and got ready to convince him that her name really was Allison Ronstadt and she was really twenty-two and an all-American girl. The interrogation never happened, of course, but she was always relieved when she was asked to fork over a certain amount and set free to have as much fun as she liked in her little adult playground.

Unready to let herself go and dance, and unsure if her pants would allow her to do so, she stood, plucking at her faded leather gloves and trying not to look like a complete idiot. It wasn't so easy, trying to be like the other girls and cut loose. The other girls weren't wearing reflective trousers, had nice tans and bright colours and jewelry, and Poppy was stood there, a twiglet of a girl dressed up in leather and plastic, not knowing what to do with herself. Uneasily, she rocked back and forth to the beat of the bass, looking around for someone who could save her from her situation.

(count) 581
(clothes) trousers - boots - bands and gloves
(music) mic check - imogen heap
(notes) --

[colorado christopher cabrera]

Rado continued to look around. All over the dance floor, looking for a girl dancing alone, but he found none. He looked over to the right wall, only people almost having sex. The left wall was the same. Not a single girl alone. He looked over towards the entrance, scanning for someone, a girl alone. He wanted to have fun tonight, do anything that he could to dance his ass off and get drunk.

His eyes got caught on a girl wearing black trousers, brown strapped gloves, and brown high boots. Rado was instantly taken a back. What was wearing reminded him of Denver. He had been born and raised there, and he had seen many different things. He had seen girl, and guys wearing bras above their shits. He had seen strippers walking down the street wearing barely anything. And Rado had seen girl wearing trousers and other odd clothing. For him, it wasn't too odd anymore.

He took a big swig of his beer. He wasn't a light weight, he just liked to drink because it loosened him up a bit. It made his body move easier and he had less troubles on his mind. It let him have a good time without worrying about too many consequences. He might hate the taste of beer, but it let him have a good time.

I looked back over at the girl who had just walked in. He contemplated going over there and asking her if she wanted a drink, then go to the dance floor, have some fun there, and then if something else happened, he wouldn't resist. He liked all things that got his mind of the different situations. Tonight was going to be fun, and he would make sure of it.

He watched the girl, a cocky half smile leaked out over his lips. He wasn't sure whether or not to approach her or watch what she was going to do. He listened to the beat and the song lyrics, I'm only gonna break, break your break break your heart... He smiled. That was his song. He never fell in love with a girl at a club. No. It was only for one night, maybe it turned into a few different nights, but not usually. Rado would rarely see that girl again. Every once in a great while there was a girl that he became friends with, but it was rare.

He looked over to the girl, then took one more swig, finishing his beer in one gulp. He sighed and the walked over to her. He let his natural player walk kick into effect, and he let the beer take over his nerves, calming him down. He smiled when he approached her. "Hey," he spoke when he reached her. The alcohol had done it's job. He was calmer than a general who just won the war. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked causally. Hopefully she would be the one to make his night worth wild.

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WORDS! 529 words
STATUS! complete
TAGS! open
LISTENING TO! Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz ft. Ludicrous
OUTFIT! click here.
NOTES! and so... it begins xP
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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[poppy lee hahn]

Because there was nothing else she knew to do, Poppy stood right on the edge of the crowd, tentatively watching the people and how they had fun while shifting her hips to the beat of the music. She wasn't drunk enough to have any real fun, but yet wasn't quite ready to get completely hammered and make a huge mistake. Not quite yet, although it'd likely happen tonight. She was like that.

Poppy never really was one to get wasted, for she was a major lightweight. Any more than four drinks and she was down for the count, or at least climbing into somebody else's bed or making any number of worse mistakes. She'd been drunk a few times at opening nights, Christmasses, weddings and the like where no one ever saw or cared about her alcohol consumption or her being under twenty one, not to mention her awful behaviour after a few too many mimosas.

Standing, clutching at her belt buckle, Poppy watched helplessly as she was approached by someone random from the bar. She knew he was a guy, but didn't know why this mattered. It was always a mystery to her why people were so offended when she said she didn't care about their gender, and could only barely tell anyway. Normally, the boys got overly defensive and tried to prove to her their masculinity, and the girls just got mad. They both assumed that they looked androgynous. And that was a bad thing? Poppy was confused about people, or at least normal people. She tried really hard to have a sexuality and not seem indecisive but the whole idea was just twisted and weird.

He was rugged and cute in a kind of common way, but what did she know? Poppy thought everyone was attractive. Her doe eyes wide with bewilderment and interest, Poppy stood passively if a bit stiffly as this rugged and cute human male (probably) came within flirting distance. She inwardly told herself not to stand so stiffly and relaxed her posture, years of almost violent back-straightening at the merciless hands of her mother going to shit for this stranger. Though now she did look a lot more like a teenager and less like an evil straightbacked nun sort of thing zipped into the skin of a younger more attractive woman. Sure, her pants didn't allow movement but Poppy made herself look as natural as possible under the strobe lights which were already themselves casting a weird Ghost of Christmas Past shadow over her. No doubt they were making her eyes and cheeks look as hollow as an anorexic's.

Or maybe Poppy was being too hard on herself, she didn't know. But what she thought was that after a few drinks, a fit of tears, angry sex and a trip to the ladies room to vomit all the alcohol she had consumed- so far it would be her only form of food today- she'd end up looking like a black haired Courtney Love without all the glam.

"Hi," she said finally, twisting her thumb and forefinger together in a classic sign of her unease. Poppy thought she'd be able to fit right in tonight- not so without a few drinks down her throat. "Uh, sure. I'd like tha- I'd love a drink. Thanks." She stumbled a bit on her words, but her undying love for JD and Coke kept her intentions more or less crystal clear.

(count) 569
(clothes) trousers - boots - bands and gloves
(music) blown like the wind at night - serena ryder
(notes) muaha.