Black on Black -{{Any and EveryBody}}-

[Mercedes Love]

It was nearly 11. And Mercedes was waiting. Yes, actually being all on top of time, waiting. But for someone, who was on time, she looked wonderful. Standing in a pair of Round toe, 4 inch stacked heel, panted leather knee high boots, Mercedes was clad in all Black, Diamond and Rhine stone, with hints of silver.

Though it was nearly freezing temperature, she wore a crowl neck halter, showing off her glitter-dusted chest. It was wait length, and laying on top of her barely breathable push up corset that she wore when she went to the finest restaurant, or when she was looking to score. Shut up, bitches. We all have to do it in some way.

Sitting low on her hip was a Black leather mini, mid thigh length and pleated. It was covered in shiny Rhinestones, and Crystals, with a diamond zipper. And you would never know it, but she was wearing tights. Ok, it’s cold. And she wasn’t about to wear any sort of pants after 10. Laid of her lovely out fit was her knee length black mink faux-fur coat, costing more then her car did. Her nails had been re-done, and painted black, with rhinestones on each thumb. She even sported a pair of black chandler diamond earrings, stolen from her mother.

Though, so had done it in the car, her make up was flawless. She had taken black eyeliner to her eyes and gone for an edgy, but still chic mod-runway look. To make them stand out she had swiped a reflective nude gloss on her lips to make them that soft pink every stylist wishes they could make their models look like. Her hair was another story. It was simple, staright, and chic, with just a section held back with two black bobby pens.

Talk about pretty.

Now then, where were her dates?

[Heather von Trampp]

As she walked through the front doorway of the Underground all heads turned to look at the blonde beauty. She stood tall in a pair of 4 inch, black Prada Mary Janes. Despite the wintery weather Heather adorned a black Diane von Furstenburg tank top mini dress. It looked like a long black, very tight t-shirt that barely covered her curvy ass. Just how she liked it.

Her eyes were done up in Bridgitte Bardot style, her Makeup Forever black liquid eyeliner winged out, and black Stila Smudge Pot eyeshadow was dusted across her lids, giving her emerald green eyes a popping effect. Her lips had a pale pink Nars lipstick on them. Her hair, worn down as usual, resting gently on her shoulders in luscious curls. On her neck and wrists were a couple spritz's of Salvatore Ferragamo F by Ferragamo perfume.

All the girls around seemed to be dancing on their own, looking for attention. But it wasn't her thing to look for attention, no, it was more like her to get it by being herself.

Heather didn't come with a date to this thing, oh no. It was more fun to just find some random guys there are dance the night away.

Ooh, bad girl.

[nikki]

How had she heard about this place?
Zanna...she really didn't know. Perhaps some random guy off the street told her--again, she hadn't the faintest idea.
But she was here. That she knew. That Zanna knew for sure.

Walking through the front doorway, Zanna was clad simply in a pair of black skinny jeans, a black shirt with red stars, a red ribbon with a black star-pendant, and a pair of red flats. Eyeliner surrounded her dark eyes, about a half-an-inch thick. A metallic black eyemakeup was smudged across her lid, and that was it. It was as close to all black as she was coming, and if they didn't like it--screw them.
Not literally, of course.

Agh. Crap. All eyes were on her. All eyes were scrutinizing her. All eyes trying to find mistakes in her appearance. Of course, that wasn't hard to do. Zanna wasn't like everyone else. Zanna didn't fit in. Zanna didn't even know anyone here.
Ah well. She'd find someone to talk to. She'd find someone to make friends with. She'd do all that good stuff.

Hopefully.

[Ant & Ash Conan]

Antony figuring he should follow the advice of the girl he met that morning had come to the doors of this place. He didn't know what it was called, hell he couldn't remember what the girl had told him. Yet he had found his way there... How odd. He didn't know how he was supposed to dress, how he was to act. He didn't go out to clubs much.. With out his band around that was and him up on stage playing the guitar. Ah well. The young man looked at what he was wearing. Black jeans that were slightly baggy and on the girlie side were on his legs. He had a black belt around them with rainbow studs. Just to add a bit of color. On his top half he wore a black button up shirt shortseleved of course. Under it he had a white shirt on but you wouldn't be able to tell from where he was because of the over shirt. He had actually brushed his hair that night. Surprise surprise. No, he wasn't here to club, he was here to see what music it played and if it would be a good place to see if his band could play. Yes, he was all for his band and hardly for himself.

[Scarlett Lehoux]

Scarlett and Olivia had both gotten ready to go to the Underground together. However seventh grade that was, it was something they always did--and they ended up dancing around, eating pizza, and laughing more than actually prepping for the party. In the last half an hour, hair had been done, makeup applied, and outfits selected.

Cede was going to be there, and of course Scarlett wasn't scared. Social things didn't really have an affect on her. They were so petty and so pathetic. It didn't matter to her if she was at the top or the bottom of the social stratum, because she'd be nice to anyone that was nice to her. This, of course, automatically put her at the top. Cede could do whatever she wanted. Scarlett had Olivia, after all.

Her dress was a black Diane von Furstenburg number, quite a popular designer with the New York city girls since the line had been resurrected a couple years ago. Sadie's choice had a stand-up collar, and buttons down to the empire waist, right below her chest. The skirt was slightly embroidered in black on the skirt, which swirled right about her knees. The outfit was finished off with black patent leather Christian Louboutin stilettos.

Scarlett's makeup consisted of a light brushing of Urban Decay's Sin brushed right under Urban Decay's slightly darker Oil Slick. Both colors were shimmery and sexy, perfect for nightlife. A bit of Dolce & Gabbana's Feminine was sprayed on her wrists. Her hair was curled slightly, falling down just past her shoulders in that, again, radiant blonde shade. Her blue eyes twinkled, and her lips were shiny with DuWop's Lip Venom.

The Underground wasn't normally someplace she'd go--it was a bit dark and skanky, but she was all for dancing. Suprisingly, as soon as Scarlett got on a dance floor, the music became intoxicating...

She stepped out the car, glancing at Olivia to see if she was coming.

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[Olivia Rodriguez]

As soon as she meticulously stepped in the club she felt out of it. Scarlett was off having fun, dancing alone which didn't seem to strange since it was Scarlett, she could pull off anything. Cede was showing off her "sexy ass" as she floated about gloating as usual. Which was kind of pissing her off lately. She just didn't seem "real".

Olivia was black on black as Cede had suggested but neither Scarlett or Olivia had gone with the trashy look. It just wasn't their style. Her Foley and Corinna black minidress clung to her frail waist. She really should put on her weight. At least that was what the doctor has said. Food scared her, what would happen if one day she would wake up like fat?

The dress was cute with a snug waist and it runched up near the end. Keyhole neck with a tie in the front. The sleeves went halfway down her tanned arms. The outfit was finished with simple black suede Manolo Blahnik Mary-Janes. A soft line of black liquid eyeliner rested on only her upper lids and they were smudged with midnight cowboy urban decay eyeshadow.Nothing too skanky, not like half the other girls who had showed up anyway.

Olivia eyed Scarlett as she grinned at her surroundings, she could make anything fun. She had a petite structure, that Olivia would give anything for. She could probably eat everything she wanted and still stay like a little doll. She started dancing, cautiously at first but then letting herself go. Moving to the sound of the music. Had a couple drinks to keep her going. Mmm maybe another rum mudslide would do her good. She floated up to the bar. Waiting for another drink. Maybe another one after that to? Olivia's eyes were galzed over and she had slipped into a strange dazed faze. This wasn't OLivia. Olivia Rodriguez didn't get drunk. She was a sweet happy girl. The only time she got a tiny bit tipsy was a t some huge party. This wasn't anything special. The Underground wasn't even a place that she would regularly go to anyway. It was dark and slutty.

Whatever Olivia could leave on her own, she could cope on by herself..right? She stumbled out the doors, smiling a big lopsided grin. Slipping of her two inch heels she started jogging, running now. Letting out a giggle and a few passing cars yelled out things like " Hey Mama" "Hey, Sexy wanna jump in." Usually something like this Olivia would be freaked out. She heard of so many models that got taken in and were raped. Freaky right? But Olivia didn't feel anything now. She was free to go any where she wanted too...

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[Elyse Morgan Boening]

The thud of the club music was pounding in Elyse's ears. This was not the type of place she liked to be. She wasn't into getting all dressed up to dance with people you'll never see again, and get all hot and sweaty in a dark crowded place. But she was here, so she was going to make the best of it.

Her tall, slender frame was covered with black Miss Sixty skinny jeans, that made her legs go on for days. She wore a tight black tanktop from Splendid with a brown leather belt hanging on her waist. As she walked the heels of her thigh high Manolo Bhlanik stiletto boots clicked. Click, click, click. Around her long neck hung a long necklace that reached to her mid-abdomen. Her hair was worn down and straight, plain and simple. Her eyes were lined with Urban Decay Heavy Metal liquid glitter liner in black, but that was as far as her make-up went. Well, and some mascara, obviously.

As she walked through the moderately crowded place she saw girls she knew from around the city, and wondered to herself why they got so dressed up for these kinds of things. She herself couldn't see herself going up to random guys and rubbing herself against them. But there's always a first time for everything...

[Layla Andrea Galliano]

As she walked through the door you could catch a wiff of her. Yves Saint Laurent Opium. It embodied such enchantment, mystery, magic, and exoticism, and coincidentally, so does she. She didn't really notice all eyes on her as she entered through the door of the nightclub, she was so used to it by now.

Tonight she looked classic in a Marc Jacobs creation. She was a vision in all black. The dress was long, reaching to about 2 inches above her knee. It was a babydoll dress, the waist starting from right under her bust. And her bust? Well, let's just say the girls were out to play tonight. She wore a pair of slinky Christian Louboutin 3 inch heels, all black of course. The only thing that wasn't black was her make-up. Her eyes were lined with tourquoise eyeliner, brightening them intensely. Her hair was worn down in waves, like she just came back from the beach.

It was time to party. And the party has just arrived.

[Austin Jay Fehringer]

Girls. Girls. Girls. So many girls he saw as he walked into the club. It was like he was the lion, and they were the prey, and he was ready to pounce.

Austin had arrived, and he was ready for some fun. He noticed a lot of girls that interested him, but it wasn't time yet to go in for the kill. As he made his way across the club he got numerous high fives from the boys, and cute smiles from the girls. Everyone was dressed up and looking sharp, and Austin was no different. A pair of black Diesel jeans hung onto his hips and a black DKNY button down covered his muscular torso. He wasn't sure why he had to wear all black, but he decided to do it. On his feet was a pair of checkered Vans slip-on sneakers, trying to mix it up a bit. Don't want to feel too uptight. A small amount of Gucci Homme was sprayed on his chest, and a waft of it came to the nose of anyone who passed him. Sweet.

He stood by the bar, not yet starting to drink. He made his inventory of all the girls and had picked out the one he wanted to go for. He didn't make eye contact or anything yet, just waiting for the moment. And she won't see it coming.

[Mercedes Love]

The moment Heather walked in, Mercedes found herself thinking about having a new best friend. The Underground wasn’t really Mercedes normal scene, but she can dig it everyone and a while. Normally, she’s down at the China Room, getting whined and Dined by her male friends, and hanging out with her out of town friends, who was just more her style. But this Heather girl…She was defiantly more Cedes style.

And sitting on top of the bar, Cede snapped her manicured finger’s and had another person added to tonight’s VIP list. Of, Course she had a VIP list. And then another drink.

After watching Olivia not even coming just for a ‘Hi, Bitch. I hate you, I’m not hanging out with you’, Cede wrote her off for the night. But just for the night. Cede loved Olivia, but only sometimes. Scarlett was just being herself, no worries. She remained on the list, only because…because of Olivia really. They were not friends, but Cede didn’t like her. They just…. Didn’t know each other. At all.

[Heather von Trampp]

She saw Cede sitting on the top of the bar, and smiled to herself. It was funny how girls like them always seemed to have people falling over her feet. She also thought it was funny how they never talked. Well, Heather never really made too good friends with these girls. But maybe she needed to start. She knew Cede was friends with the girls she met earlier, Scarlett and Olivia, but she seemed different. More like...her, actually.

She walked up to the bar and gracefully plopped herself on the bar next to Cede, crossing her long legs. She smiled, "It's turning out to be a real shindig." It wasn't witty or clever, but it was enough to get a conversation started. Heather could see her and Cede sipping lattes as they walked down 5th Ave together, owning it. And she could already tell, the two of them together would shake this city up.

[Mercedes Love]

Giggling at Heather’s comment, Cede swiveled slightly and then said,
“Cede Tritoni. Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

Cede could see, just be Heather’s expression, that they were thinking the same thing. Best Friends At First Sight, much? Handing her coat to one of the Bartenders to take to the VIP room, Cede turned again to Heather.
“Free Drinks, All Night, On me. Want something?” She asked looking at her questionably. Cede figured you could steal a little something about someone’s personality by what the ordered at a bar.

[Heather von Trampp]

"Heather von Trampp. It's a pleasure, Cede." She continued smiling as she quickly did a once-over of Cede. She wasn't like most of the girls here. Sickeningly thin, haute de couture models. She was more like her, yet different. Heather was glamourous vintage Marilyn Monroe-type actress beautiful, Cede was exotic jungle princess beautiful. They'd make a beautiful friendship. Literally.

"Appletini", she replied to Cede's question, "And thanks." She could tell that Cede was going to be a perfect friend. Sly, beautiful, and seems like she always get what she wants. Her type of girl. In a friend way, of course.

[Mercedes Love]

And just when she thought her night couldn’t get any better. Heather ordered her next to favorite drink. A beautiful friendship was formed. Just like that. The music got louder, and they switched from random music that no one liked, to just all around good bump n’ grind Techno.

Piping up instantly, Cede downed what was left in her cup and bounced up,
“Come dance with me!”

[Heather von Trampp]

It was scary how quickly these girls had made a connection. The music was thumping and loud, typical club music. All the people around them were gyrating like their lives depended on it. She nodded at Cede's request to dance and slid off the bar slowly, so she doesn't break her legs from jumping onto 4 inch stilettos. She turned to Cede and put out her hand, "Let's get our groove on", she giggled a bit and grinned, a blindly white smile.