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

[Mercedes Love]

Putting her hand in Heather, Cede let out a laugh. It was as if the two had been the best of friends for the longest time. They clicked, just like that. Maybe a new A-List was forming. Waiting to be taken to a spot on the dance floor, where the wussy girls dared not go, Cede found her self-dancing slightly in place. What a perfect night. Sure, Olivia and she weren’t hanging out, but she had made, a new cooler, friend.

[Heather von Trampp]

Heather led her to the center of the dance floor. Where the belonged. The center of the universe. She was having a blast with Cede. She swiveled her hips to the beat, Cede's hand still in her's swinging her arm slightly as they danced. This was all fun, but in the back of her mind she couldn't help thinking about why she wasn't with her usual friends, Olivia and Scarlett. She thought that this might be too good to be true. But she pushed that to the back of her mind and continued dancing, a smile upon her face.

[Mercedes Love]

Between grinding on who ever was, and just being stupid, Cede bounced around happily. This was perfect. Cede was going to keep this going, maybe she had just made a new best friend.

Leaning over from her dance partners Cede yelled, just over the music
“You have to, like, come VIP with me now…like in an hour-ish?”

[Heather von Trampp]

Heather was smiling and having one of the best times she's had in a while, especially sober. When her new best friend leaned over and told her something about VIP, she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "What VIP?"

[Scarlett Lehoux]

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at Olivia, following her into the club. Olivia walked off to dance. Scarlett air-kissed her cheek and let her go--after all, everyone needed new expieriences once in a while. As for the darling Miss Lehoux? She stepped up to the bar, simply waiting.

It was a night to play games, correct?

A few guys--mostly gorgeous ones--walked up to her and offered, quite sweetly, to buy her a drink. She grinned at a few and declined most, tossing over a black American Express card and purchasing a rum and coke. This was a habit she had picked up from her filmmaker father, and she had come to quite love the intoxicating mix. It was perfect for the Underground.

She glanced toward the dance floor, spotting Olivia in a sort of trance, eyes glazed over. What was that all about? It was unlike anything she had ever seen her best friend do. "Liv?" She called before decided to let her be on her own. Nobody could make decisions for someone else. That wasn't a way to live.

She spotted a gorgeous guy over near Mercedes and that sweet girl Heather that she had met in the cafe. He was... amazing, yeah. That was a good word. Scarlett tucked a piece of her wavy blonde hair behind her ear, glancing his way once more.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

Antony had set down at the beart his elbows on the counter as he scanned over the crowd for people he knew. Which was.. At the tops none. He didn't know any one here. Well he might he just hadn't spotted them yet. Scratching the back of his neck he finished off the beer he had gotten not willing to take anymore. Him plus drunk was something no one wanted to see.

[nikki]

Zanna looked near the bar--the alchohol seemed really alluring. But she wouldn't. Too risky. She knew what happened. One drink led to another, which led to another, and after that chain reaction, she'd end up doing something stupid that she would regret. Letting out a sigh, she nibbled at her lip. She really didn't know anyone.
And the music was a little weird.
But, on the plus side, some of the guys were pretty attractive. Pretty hot. Pretty sexy.
Negatively, though, there were too many people wearing perfume/cologne. It smelled a little bit...weird. A little off.

Alright. Maybe...she should dance? Or just...get a water, perhaps. Yeah. A water sounded good. Or a club soda. Or...something. Without even having stepped foot on the dance floor, Zanna could feel her mouth drying.

Geeze there were a lot of people.
And she meant a LOT.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

Antony turned around to look down one side of the bar then the other ordering another beer. "Okay, so... Maybe two"He muttered to himself. He was going to hate himself in the morning.. Maybe depends on how drunk he got. He was hoping this would be his last one. Then he would leave. Yeah. After this he was gonna leave.

[nikki]

Okay. A water sounded good. It sounded okay. But she'd have to make her way through the dance floor to get there.
Crap.
Dancing, Zanna slowly made her way through the groud, stopping for a little at a couple of guys; one was a blonde, the other had a lip ring, and the last was wearing a yellow shirt. She guessed he wasn't going for the all black thing. Or he was color blind. But either way...he was still good-looking. But the first guy was, by far, the most attractive.
Definitely.

Finally, she had made it through. A thin coating of sweat lay at her hairline, and she was breathing a little faster than normal. Just a little.

"'N I have a water, please?" she asked, as the bartender came near her. Looking at her skeptically, he reached beneath the counter and grabbed a water bottle, handing it carefully to her. "Thank you," she breathed, turning to lean against the bar and survey the place as she sipped upon her drink.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

Devin spotted Zanna but wasn't about to say a hello or not until she spotted him. Who knew? He could scare her out of her mind by just walking up and saying hi. No. He was content to sip at his beer and look around the place. Anyway. If he stayed he'd get to talking which would lead to him being thirsty and getting another beer and then he wouldn't be able to go home in his car. And who knew what would happen with a drunk Antony wandering the streets. No good could come of that, Hell no good came from a sober Antony walking the streets at night.

[Chris Evans]

Leaning his back against the bar, the male propped his elbows atop the counter, greyish blue eyes skimming over the individuals on and off the dance floor. This was usual for him, always staring, always trying to read off the bat. It was weird really, how he could usually read people but no one else could understand who he was. Of course, he preferred this, rather liking to remain the mystery. After all, more fun came this way. Why be as obvious as everybody else?

Putting his glass of scotch on the rocks to his mouth, he took a small sip, removing the glass and slightly wetting his lips. The scene was alright, as since he'd just gotten off work about an hour ago, it was the perfect place to unwind. He hadn't bothered much with his appearance either. A white wifebeater was present upon his torso, only to be somewhat covered by a black button-down the front shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the buttons undone to just about the middle of his toned tummy. Black jeans hung semi-snugly on his lower frame, black and white slip-on sneakers completing the ensemble. He still managed to look good for someone who didn't spend ages getting ready. In all honesty, he was nothing like most of the guys floating around the place.

A peek-a-boo scent clung to his clothing, something that smelled woodsy/liquid mint. It suited him. Running a hand through his dark brown hair, Chris only served to mess it up even more, but for some reason or another, it worked just fine for him.

Lightly biting at his lower lip, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back somewhat. Maybe he should do something out of the norm. Maybe he should ask someone to dance...

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[Lynette Carteret]

Dolce and Gabbana and Diesel.
That's the what the tiny framed female was wearing this evening.
Even if she was going /clubbing/ she rather look pretty then just a whore.
A black tank-top was worn on the upper half of the female. Though the only part which could be seen was the straps and some of the lace around the upper lining of the creme tub-top. If fit tightly and was rather bunched up until it reached her waist, and then it was just ruffle, and no longer clung to her upper half much.
On her lower half a pair of dark washed, skinny Diesel's were worn.
A pair of black were worn on her feet, the heel tiny and tall, making her 5'4 height a 5'6.
A coat had been worn earlier but she'd gotten rid of it at the door, planning on getting it again of course later on that evening.
Reaching her destination she simply asked for a water, she really wasn't in the drinking mood, not quite yet anyway.

Her dark brown hair was worn down, her bangs brushed out of her blue-green eyes and over to the side. Those lovely eyes of heres had a thin coating of black liner surrounding them and then the normal black mascara, and that was all.
Her lips held the neutral color they often did and no foundation or cover up could be found on her face.
She'd decided to straighten her hair, though it didn't fall limp as it framed her face because she'd fluffed it up a little bit and applied some hair spray.
Lynette had made sure the smell didn't stick though, instead the smell that surrounded her was one that smelled lightly of roses and something else that was difficult to put one's finger on.

[nikki]

Still no one that she knew. At least no one on the dance floor.
Alas, she'd probably waste the night away slowly sipping on the water bottle and observing all the other teens and twenties having a blast on the dance floor. But Zanna was used to it, so she really didn't care.
Observing people was fun too. You could get to know a lot about people by just watching what they did and how they behaved. Perhaps it was weird of her to notice this, but Zanna had been called weird for...well, much weirder things.

And then someone near her asked for a water. Now that was a change. Another person asking for a water. Maybe Zanna could talk to the person. It depended.

Turning to face the bar now, she looked from person to person. Obviously, the girl with the water bottle had been the one to ask for water. And then there was some guy with what looked like scotch. And then there was Antony drinking beer.
Oh. Hey. Antony.
She actually knew him. What a shocker. Smiling softly at him, Zanna chose not to walk over yet; she wasn't even sure if he remembered her or not.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

Finally seeing that he had caught her eye. Antony brought his drink into the air in a 'Cheers' like thing and took a sip of it looking back over his shoulder at the dancing. "They need new music"He muttered to himself. "You're not a drinker are you Zanna?"He asked over the sound of music and people.

[nikki]

Zanna partially raised her bottle, but not so much as to be...noticed. "No. Not really. Not anymore," she replied, shrugging simply and re-placing the cap on her water. Looking over her own shoulder, she made eye contact with some guy leant against the wall.
He looked nice; but nothing was ever what it seemed. Not at first, anyway. Who knew; he could be some pervy rapist that was only here to choose his next victim. One never really knew. Not realli.
Turning her head back the correct way, she strode a bit closer to Antony so she didn't have to yell. "The music isn't all that great," she said, her voice soft. She didn't figure he'd hear it, but if he did...whatever.

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