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

[Ant & Ash Conan]

"I concur"He said standing up and offering her the seat he had. "It'd be ten times better if my band was playing."He said smugly laughing at the same time. He's large ego came out whenever he played his music, or most of the time. He took a sip of his beer. "Don't let me get anymore of these things... A drunk Antony isn't.. The safest person to be around."He said softly loud enough for her to hear but no one else.

[nikki]

"I still need to listen to some of your music. Have you recorded any songs?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She felt someone approach the bar behind her, and moved forward a little bit. People behind her that she can't see. No. Just. No. "Alright. Safest in what way? Like...you become homicidal or what?" she asked. Oh yes. Just full of questions.

[Ant & Ash Conan]

"Yeah, after we finish here I can run home and grab you a sample cd that we sell at our jobs."He said nodding. "Safest in the way I become crazy, not regular crazy but Crazy crazy as in randomly just I don't know. People have described me when I get like that, but I black out or something and don't remember anything. At first I thought they were jokeing but then people outside that group told me and so yeah."he said shrugging still speaking so only she could hear. It wasn't something he was proud of.

[Daria Keithle]

Daria walked into the chic club, Underground, in black, thigh high, 4 inch heel boots. They covered most of the turquoise leggings she wore under, except for a small amount shown between the boots and the black and turquoise plaid mini on her hips.

Her torso was covered by a black, off the shoulder, tight sweater with the letters DG in small, turquoise print in the upper left corner. The sweater showed off the turquoise and black diamond necklace around her neck, matching the long earring coming from her ears.

Daria's long, wavy, dirty blond hair hung carelessly over her shoulder, a black diamond pin holding up a small amount of hair in the back.

Her eyes seemed wider from the turquoise eyeshadow that was brushed over her eyelids, and the black eyeliner coming out into a cat-like dramatic way. Shimmering and glossy were her lips from the clear gloss she had put on in the car earlier.
Her look; sexy and urban.

Daria's crystal blue eyes gazed around at the people huddled into the club. Some she knew, some were dancing, some were drinking, and some looked like they were about to fall asleep.
Smiling, she walked over to the bar and leaned against the counter, looking at the bar tender.
"'Ello, I'd like to have me a small martini mate." she said in a think English accent, as she placed two 100 dollar bills on the counter in front of him.
"'Tis should be enough for the whole night. Any change you can keep for youself love."

Taking her drink once it was served, Daria turned out leaning against the bar some more and started to watch everyone.
Waiting. Waiting for what?
She had no idea.

[Elyse Morgan Boening]

After her fourth or fifth martini, shaken not stirred, she was a little looser. She was actually starting to like the darkness of this club, and the hot sweaty grinding was starting to appeal to her. She got up off of the stool that she sat in by the bar and walked towards the dance floor. Once she found a satisfactory spot she started jiggling her hips, waving her hands in the air. Oh yea baby, let loose.

[Austin Jay Fehringer]

It was time for the hunt. He was ready. He kept his eye on this girl all night. Olivia.

He licked his lips and walked over to her and smiled down at her. "Pretty raging party, huh?" His hazel eyes were gorgeous in the darkness of the club. He was completely sober, which was a surprise, but hey, what girl wants a completely wasted asshole come and talk to her?

[Adam Carlos]

Olivia had stumbled back into the club sometime in that past hour or so. The night air had hit her cold. She wasn't really up for anymore partying, let alone drinking.

Her head was pounding, and she had to hold on to something to steady herself. Woah, hold on to yourself girl. This wasn't like Olivia, to get drunk like this. She didn't really feel all too fabulous right now.

Some strange boy had walken up to her. Did she know him? She couldn't really make out the description of his face in the dark, sweaty club. She could see his eyes though, fierce and a piercing green.

" Pretty raging party, huh?"
What was that supposed to mean. His voice sounded so loud and all she wanted to do was get home and sleep until noon the next day. Uhh where was Scarlett when you needed her. Olivia clutched her throbbing head and said softly. " Uh, yeah. Would you know how to get home form here?" Ok great Olivi, he didn't even know where your apartment was. But Olivia was too tired and achy to restate her question. The room was spinning and it was all a blur to her now. It would feel good now to just lie down...

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O.O.C- posted as Olivia

[Austin Jay Fehringer]

This girl was clearly a bit tipsy and Austin didn't mind. He wasn't going to take advantage of her or anything, no that wasn't his thing. He could get girls sober, so he wasn't going to take advantage of drunk ones. Even if they were beautiful like Olivia.

The funny thing was, was that he did know where she lived. It was just something he knew. They used to be family friends when they were younger, but Olivia wouldn't remember that. "I'll take you home." He put out his arm for her, waiting for her to grab his elbow.

[Olivia Rodriguez]

Olivia knew she shouldn't go home with him. She should just waith until Scarlett came out. Where was she again? Her hand was clamped onto the edge of the bar to steady herself. Wouldn't want to faint in the middle of a club now would you?

She could feel herself losing it. She was bound to pass out soon enough. Why not just let him take her home. He was being nice to her, strangely, even if she was drunk. " Uh, yeah could you?" She trie to smile but it came out as an alkward pout. Her eyes had a pleading look on them and she quickly rested her hand on his shoulder to keep her self up.

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[Austin Jay Fehringer]

Austin could see how unsteady the girl was, and in a way he felt bad for her. Getting drunk all alone? There must be more behind it. He took her arm, helping her to steady herself, and wrapped it around his, as if he were escorting her in a ball. "You shouldn't drink so much. Especially not around people like this", he nodded his head towards the crowd of gyrating, sweaty teens, "Someone could hurt you." He smiled slightly down at her as he led her out of the club, this girl was truly beautiful. "I'm Austin, by the way."

[Olivia Rodriguez]

Olivia smiled up at him, her trusty lifeguard. Or clubguard if you want to be logical. She listened intently to his talk about not drinking. She knew it was bad, and didn't really know how it happend because drinking and clubs wasn't really her style.

My name's Austin, by the way.
Of course it was. That was her boyfriends name last year. Um alkward much? " Uh, I'm OLivia?" Speaking softly and cautiously. Did he already know who she was? Did she know who he was? He looked slightly familiar but she just couldn't match his name to anyone she had recently known. Whatever she knew him now.
" My driver is outside, so he can drive me home. You can go back into the club." She smiled at him and eased herself out of his grasp on her. Before walking out towards the car, she stumbled a bit. It was as if she could see herself falling, heading towards the dark, cold pavement. smack. There goes by new outfit.

Olivia lay sprawled out of the ground. Her hair was matted to the ground. Just a couple scraches and bruises. That would be great for her modeling career. Maybe she could pretend to be a boy and do a manly football commercial. As if. She tried to heave herself up from the ground, she couldn't feel any of her fingers and her hands were scarred and dirty. How the hell did she get into this mess.

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[Mercedes Love]

Somewhere between dancing with Heather, and the boys that surrounded them, and holding a beer in the other hand, Mercedes had managed to pull out her cell phone to send a quick text to Olivia. She was suppose to have met her there, and she hadn’t shown. Cede wasn’t mad, this wasn’t the first time…

‘livi, wer r u, u loser ;-D’

She hit the keys, and then quickly sent it, then shoved it back down in to her shirt into a shown in pocket. Chea. New York was just that cool.

[nikki]

"Oh," Zanna said, nodding as if she understood. She didn't really, but she didn't feel like he wanted to press the subject any further than it had already been pushed. "Neat pants--I might have to steal them some time," she complimented, and the second part had, obviously, been a joke. She wouldn't really steal anything. Maybe borrow, but that was it. Zanna didn't steal.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

"Just not while I'm in them."He said giggling he finished his bear and put it on the counter. He wasn't about to dare another one. Nor did he have the money to dare another one. "I'm sure you don't want to stay and chat with me the whole time. So go out and have a party I was just here to check the music and what not."He said shrugging.

[nikki]

"I don't know any of them. They'll stare at me. Come dance," Zanna urged, putting on her most pleading look. It usually worked on...well, pretty much all of her friends, but Antony was different than all of them. Who knew how he worked. "You can...get a better feel of the music from on the dance floor," she told him, and was pretty sure it was true. If it wasn't...well, then she'd be wrong.

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