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Post by kennedy on Feb 6, 2011 11:54:07 GMT -5
Kennedy tugged at the low-cut halter top that adorned her torso; glancing ahead of her, she saw the bar coming in to view. A small grin tugged at her lips; she could taste the sweet flavors of vodka on her tongue already. It had been a long, tiresome day and she couldn’t wait to kick back and have a couple of drinks and find a guy, or girl, to play around with for the night. She was in desperate need of some R&R and this was exactly the place for her to get it. She was never the shy, innocent type even before her life got all jumbled up. There was something about girls that starved for attention and most of them did it in all the wrong ways – Kennedy Russell was no exception.
Flashing the bouncer a flirty smile, he let her in without any trouble and she made a bee-line straight for the bar. It didn’t take long before she was leaning over the bar and flirting with one of the normal bartenders and getting her first round of drinks on the house. Smirking from ear to ear she took the shot glass that he handed over to her and they toasted before taking the burning liquid in one fluid gulp. Setting the glass back on the counter, she waved her hand at the glass and the bartender immediately filled it back up. Taking the shot back quickly, she slid on to the barstool and let her blue-green eyes quickly take in the scene around her.
The club was just starting to come to life; people were filtering in left and right and the music was pounding loudly through the speakers. A few more drinks and she would gladly be out on the dance floor shaking her ass. It was one of her favorite things to do when she got out, along with drinking of course. Ordering another shot, she took it back quickly and bit down on her bottom lip. Her day had been one from hell, she had gotten a call from her mother – why the woman even bothered to call was beyond Kennedy, it always lead to a fight. And it had, and Kennedy had to go to work so she couldn’t start her drinking early. Mumbling about her mother under her breath she grabbed another shot before taking it quickly and heading out to the dance floor.
There was something so freeing about dancing, especially after a couple of shots. It made all her worries slowly disappear, something that the alcohol and random sex partners helped with. There was a lot in Kennedy's past that people didn't know about. When people saw her she was usually all smiles, drinking and partying, but there was so much more to her than she let people see. She didn't like letting people get to close, because it only seemed to hurt her in the long run. She was too scared to be hurt like that and that was exactly the reason she lived her life the way she did.
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Post by TOLIVER JAMES RANE on Feb 6, 2011 16:24:00 GMT -5
It'd been three weeks. Three weeks since the incident with Annie, since Nick and T had caught up to him, since he'd taken that first new does since he'd been clean. Three weeks since Toliver had done anything. He'd locked himself away inside of his house, the guilt eating him alive, nawwing at him like an animal. He couldn't be trusted, he couldn't do anything because out there, monsters wore skin and paradise came in a little glass vial that would dope his system and set him free. Toliver closed his eyes, and tried to just relax and be okay witht he situation, but his ears were flooded with a sound that forced him to cringe.
He could hear it from the other room, the strain, the power, the anxiety, all of it spoke to him from the chords his sister played on their guitar. The way those chords sounded, they were begging for release for her to let them go, like they were going to break, she was going to make her fingers bleed if she didn't stop, he shook his head and entered the room. She'd positioned herself on the bed, her face was all sorts of messed up from her emotions and the guitar not doing whatever she wanted it too, he smirked and came in moving her feet from where they'd been resting on the arm of the chair she was posed in. He sat in the chair, "What's got your panties in a bunch?" he asked her with a smirk on his face. She flipped him off and her placed his hands over his heart, "A fatal blow. Get your ass clothed tramp were going to the club," he told her, commanding her to do as he said. He needed out of this house, Willow wasn't here to entertain her, and he needed to be watched it all fit together nicely. Standing up and walking out of the room she yelled back, "fuck off," he only laughed. "I'm your brother!" he yelled back as he closed the door behind the to get dressed.
Two hours later she'd dressed herself to the nine's in her odd fashion, but still hot, and Toliver had his arm around her middle as they entered if they'd been anything but siblings, twins, they'd look like one hot couple no doubt. Toliver didn't let that bother him though, Kaztella was everything to him living. Once they were past the dark hallway he was grinning and she kissed his cheek to part their ways for the night. Kaztella went to the bar but he stuck to the wall looking over the crowd like a hawk waiting to see something catch his eye. He didn't have to wait long, because there she was in all the glory he'd known her to be, without another thought he stepped into the pool of rivoting bodies jerking along with the music, his hands found there way to be placed on her hips while he whispered in her ear with a smile, hello stranger he leaned in kissing her neck. it's been a while.
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Post by kennedy on Feb 6, 2011 20:35:01 GMT -5
The night was going pretty well in Kennedy's mind. She had a couple of shots pumping through her system and there were plenty of good looking people for her to pick and choose from for the night. The hard part would be narrowing down who she'd want to take home with her. Smirking a little at the thought, she brushed her brown hair from her face and continued to move her hips to the beat of the music. She loved dancing, she may not have been the best at it, but she knew how to move her body in all the right ways. Kens had never had any complaints before and if people challenged her she’d just prove them wrong, just like she proved everyone else wrong along the way. Smirking a little bit, she brushed her bangs from her face, letting her hands move up in the air, enjoying the way different bodies brushed up against her, trying to dance with her out on the floor. She didn’t mind at all. She liked the attention; she always liked the attention, she craved it.
No one had made an actual move yet tonight, which was a little bit of a downer, but the night was still young and so was she. Tossing her hands back up in the air as the song changed, she moved around the floor, her feet carrying her around and her eyes closing slightly. The song slowed down and she found herself grinding with a delectable red head. Biting down on her bottom lip, she moved her hips with the other girls until the girl was pulled away by some friends. Kens smirked and went back to dancing by herself, that was until she found that her hips were occupied by a pair of strong hands. Tilting her head slightly, a slow smirk slipped over her lips once she recognized the voice that belonged to the hands on her hips. Licking her lips she slowly started to grind with him and smirked, Where you been hiding, babe? She grinned before turning in his arms, her hips moving seductively against his, her eyes looking up to meet his. A smoldering grin dancing over her face, You’ve been missed… Kens slipped a hand around his neck and tossed her hair back, grinning the entire time as she continued to move her hips to the beat of the music. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his quickly, whenever Toliver was around it always ensured for a good time. Licking her lips slowly, she pulled her body closer to his. What brings you out and about, handsome?
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Post by TOLIVER JAMES RANE on Feb 8, 2011 18:15:03 GMT -5
Toliver was smoke at the club tonight. he was everything that everyone here desired if they'd utter these desires out loud or keep them hidden away in a locked box of their own silly utterly stupid hearts. one glance of the eyes and he'd take them all by storm with their urges to devour him. because toliver was smoke. he was utterly beautiful in this setting like he'd been painted just to be place here all his life, among the other monsters in the dark, and all the indulgences of the darkness he fit in too well like a prince he was the master orchestrator of the chaos on the dance floor. conducting bodies to thrive and wiggle under his touch in the ways he wanted them to, in the ways his body commanded them too when he danced with them, stroked his finger tips down their side as he passed them like a teasing, unending question waiting for their bodies to react. he was smoke. nothing could capture him, he passed threw their fingers, and left with no spot of origin looking like a ghost when he was suddenly gone. being in the club and having the bodies of young girls thrown at him, gave him a rush of pleasure at the power of it all, it sent shivers down his spine this was a need he hadn't fulfilled in much to long.
Tonight he planned on engorging himself. he was going to satisfy every need, ever bit of his senses were going to be overloaded with pleasure so he could be blind for one night, one night he could forget everything he'd done and just live. his eyes spotted someone he knew, dancing with some girl his sister would have found delightful he knew but wasn't his own taste, he grinned when she was left alone who could leave a little sheep alone for so long surely she would be taught to stray when she was alone, and he wanted to be her temptation. his lips on her neck was only the smallest taste of what he wanted tonight but he had to control himself so he smiled and whispered idly in her ear, i got here as quickly as i could my dear. his hands took no time to slide down from her hip bones, and start to learn the ways of her body, stroking down her thighs on the outside, and bringing them up agonizingly slow on the insides of her thighs making sure to just brush along her sweet spot, while he kissed her neck with a grin and watched out on the floor sending away others who might want to join them. she was just going to be his for the night if he had his way. even monsters have to come out and play sometimes he said not thinking, his body responded well to hers, fighting an erection and gyrating his hips into her backside sure she could feel him pressing into her. now for the important question, what is a little girl like you doing out here all alone? shouldn't kenny be home snuggled up with someone dreadfully boring and comforting, instead of dancing with devils like me?
ooc: late but i figured good enough it didn't matter because I <3 this post.
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Post by kennedy on Feb 8, 2011 22:16:32 GMT -5
The music carried Kennedy’s body around the dance floor. When she was out like this she didn’t care who she danced with just as long as her body was moving and there was alcohol in her system. It made everything that much better when she was slightly inebriated. She had taken a few hits from a joint with some random person outside, so that was starting to help her mood as well. She didn’t smoke often, but she helped herself to some green every now and then. She wasn’t one to stray away from a good time. Her hips moved to the beat of the music, her hands tossed up in the air and her head lulling back slightly. The shots were finally starting to kick in and she was definitely in for a good night. The freeing feeling that ran through her was something that she loved and she never wanted to let go. She like being able to do what she wanted, when she wanted to do it. It made her life so much easier when she didn’t have to answer to anyone else but herself. That was the way she planned to live her life and she wasn’t going to change that now.
Feeling those familiar hands on her hips, she couldn’t help herself as she grinded in to him, their bodies moving instantly in sync with one another. Her hands rested on top of his as she continued to move her body with his. Toliver Rane was something else; there was something mysterious about him that always seemed to keep Kennedy slightly more intrigued than most people could ever possibly do. He was easy on the eyes and he had a way with words that always seemed to get her going. The shiver that ran down her back, surprised her a little bit as he pressed his lips to her neck and spoke to her. Grinning, she moved in to his touch, enjoying the way his hands skillfully moved up and down her body. I’m glad you could make it here when you did. I was starting to get bored. She grinned at him widely. There was no denying where tonight was going to lead and she was definitely expecting them to wind up tangled between sheets and she couldn’t wait for it. She had been wanting that body for some time and she was finally going to sink her claws in to it. Biting down on her bottom lip, she let her head rest back and let out a small sigh as she looked up at him, Mmm… well I hope one monster in particular is ready to play tonight. She grinned a bit letting her hands move down his sides as she pressed her backside against his crotch, grinding a little more provocatively against him. Her lips tugged upwards as he spoke against and she shook her head, Kenny is never snuggled up with someone dreadfully boring, I prefer to play with the devil himself. Which is exactly what I plan on doing tonight. She grinned turning in his grasp, leaning in and letting her lips press against his, kissing him slowly before dragging her teeth over his bottom lip teasingly.
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