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[Mercedes Love]

Shot number four. That’s right. Mercedes was in the middle of a quick break, before she hit the floor in search of a new dance partner. After the events of early that day, with the whole M & T thing, they only thing she wanted to do was drink and dance. In that order. So, she did. She had done hot Sauce Poppers, early, spiked them with Vodka, and then she went home changed her clothes, and headed to the Underground.

Speaking of clothes, what in the world has that girl got on? Well, it’s sure attracting a lot of attention from her suitors. A silky black, backless halter top clung to her thin torso, and made her 34Ds look as if the were ready the burst out of her top. Sitting low on her hips was a white, leather mircomini, decorated with silver loop belt. A pair of metallic silver , four inch heeled stelltio’s incased her freshly pedicured feet.

Taking her shot, she downed it like everyone else and then order one more. Hey, the plan as to get drunk out of her mind right? So, let’s do it.

[Paris Hamilton]

A black Mitsubishi Eclipse Gt convertible, pulled up into the parking lot of Underground.
It tires screeched against the pavement, as it made a sharp turn in a parking space.

Opening the driver door, was Paris Hamilton.
The blue eyed cutie.
And he certainly cute today, especially in those clothes.
He wore a light pair of faded blue semi-baggy jeans, a black Lacrosse polo over a white long sleeved shirt, and white Rebox sneakers.
Can you say sexy?

Shutting his car door he walked over to the passenger side and opened it, revealing the oh-so beautiful Megan.
Helping her out, he closed the car door behind her, and walked her across the street and into the club.

Once inside he interlocked there arms, and walked over to the bar.
Once he was over there he noticed Mercedes.
A warm, gentle smile appeared across his face and gave her a small wave.
Then he turned back to Megan.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked pulling out his wallet.

[Megan Jerone <3]

Megan entered the bar with Paris, a smile upon her face. Sure she was excited, but most of all she wanted to drink, and get alittle buzzed.
Plus Paris was freaking sexy, it was like 'BOOM' when he walked in. Of course Megan was over-acting abit.
The loud sounds of drunken people, and blarring music made her go deaf,
although after a minute she adjusted. The aroma was bitter, like alcohol;
which is explainable.
She stared at every face in the bar through her radiant green eyes.

She was dressed sort-of flashy for the event, but it was worth it.
She didn't want to look like an outkast when she was with some gorgeous guy. It wasn't like she care dwhat other people thought though.
Her small framed torso was covered with a pink tube top, with black stripes and ribbons, recently bought from Victoria Secrets, a torn and shredded denim, jean mini skirt. Her loud pink heels clicked on the floor. Her hair was curled the same as the modeling shoot, and make-up perfected.

"Umm" she paused thinking for a moment.
"Tequila Rose? Sound good?" she stated with a smirk.

[Tristen Palmer]

It was completely by accident that he'd encountered this place. After all, the male was new, and therefore hadn't had much opportunity to fully explore New York.
Stepping in through the doors of the Underground, he scanned the interior through sea foam green eyes flecked with bits of gold. His gaze was intense, though the depths semi-hid mischeif. It was no mystery as to why his eyes usually drew attention, and mostly, he used them to his advantage. It was a lovely change from all the blues and browns.

Threading his fingers through dark brown hair that was naturally streaked with amber strands, he moved his tall frame towards the bar, figuring he could get a drink before asking somebody to dance. He wasn't shy at all, and didn't have any difficulty in trying to get a partner for the floor...and maybe even a little night cap after? Only if the girl was classy though. He didn't deal with sluts and the general garden variety skanks.

Sitting on the edge of the barstool, he ordered a cuervo black with cola, being as he wasn't driving that night. If he got drunk, a cab could take his ass home. Dark wash jeans were present on his lower body, and a button down green shirt with the top two buttons undone was present on his torso, only just enhancing the color of his eyes. His look was casual, just the day he preferred it.
Small smile curved on his lips, Tristen took to watching the dancers, inconspicuously searching for someone of remote interest.

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[Chris Canter]

Her hand moved up to her face as she turned some hair out of her face.
Chris had had an extremely long day at work and seriously just wanted to get smashed. Hopefully Liz wouldn't show up, because if she did she'd have her younger sister scolding her and let me tell you, that's the last thing she wanted.

A pair of medium washed Diesel skinny jeans were worn on her lower half along with a pair of strappy heels adding a little bit to her height.
A black, Prada bustier was worn, the cut of the top one that was more of a heart shape.
And it was all finished off with a Chanel leather jacket.

Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, and some wisps of hair fell out of it and around her face. Her blue eyes were lined with black and a little bit of dark gray eyeshadow was worn on her top eyelids.

Moving to the bar she debated on whether or not to sit down as she ordered a drink, and turned looking around a bit for anyone she might know...

[Ant & Ash Conan]

He was here, for the pure thing of being here. The band was playing here tonight, nor would they until after the battle of the band, and even then, they might not ever play there again, hell they might never play anywhere but the places choosen for them if they got signed. "Damn thoughts."Ash muttered listening to the music. It would have been a thousand times better if his band was playing. Ashton wasn't dressed half bad, well, consider to normally. A pair of dark washed jeans, guy jeans from Old Navy that had gold stitches in it, holding it up was a limegreen belt, though you couldn't see it because of the studded rainbow belt over it not going through the loops and tilted to a side only showing a bit of the lime green belt. On his upper body was a white under shirt with a hot pink polo over it. The top buttons un-buttoned both shirts, of course were slightly skin tight, only hanging loose a bit. Ashton didn't exactly know why he was here, to tell the truth, maybe because he wanted to check out the music and see if it was still good. Ashton's blue and white hair was combed through and did the whole emo/scene thing by covering his contact made blue eyes scanned over the bar and the people looking for Cat incase she was there, though he doubted it, but hey, he could always pray. Moving to the beat, only a tiny bit, he went over to an empty bar stool and sat down..

[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

The girl needed a fun night and had dragged her sister along. She hated coming here alone, since it only made it easier for freaks to come and hit on her. So, Ophelia walked, her hair straight and loose. It still had the same layered cut as always, full of volume and of a platinum blonde. She was wearing a bright pink mini skirt, with layered ruffles, from the shortest to the longest. Up on top was a brihgt yellow T-shirt, with short half-sleeves and a v-neck. It was tight, short shirt, showing off about two inches of her stomach. A matching long necklace ung on her neck, made out of many round pink pearls. Down on Ophelia's feet were black peep-toe heels, sexy as hell.

The girl came in, immediatly stopping at the bar and grabbing a shot. "We're gonna have so much, babe!" she shouted over the music at her sister, laughing. Okay. So, maybe she was a little hyper tonight.

She yawned, smiling at her sister. She felt a chill, since they'd come in a cab, but those ten seconds outside - clad in a black miniskirt, a scrunched bright magenta tube top and black heels, along with a black headband and two big rings (red and blue) on her left hand - chilled her completely. She looked around, as she watched her sister drink. "So, I guess I'll be one not drinking tonight.." she mentionned, "Again." She ran a hand through her wavy dark hair, biting her lower lip. Maybe she shoulnd't have dressed like this. Maybe this was too much.

[Mercedes Love]

Taking her fifth and final shot, she stepped away from the bar, she didn’t have time at the moment for get totally wasted. Not that would be quick. She had such a high tolerance for liquor, sometimes it was hard to tell when to quite. Mercedes took a deep breath, and turned, scanning the floor looking for a dance partner. Then something caught her eye. Paris. She ought to go over there and kick his ass, after he pulled a stunt like that, early. Oh, if Mercedes only knew. But that wasn’t the only thing that caught her eye. It was another young man, who she knew for sure was new, any boy that was worth her time, she knew. Or atleast had seen. She had never seen this one, though.

She let her gaze fall back to the dancers. She wasn’t one to stare.

Ohohsee//

Short. Sorry. Busy.

[Paris Hamilton]

Paris odered Megan's drink as well as his own, a Bacardi Superior.
He paid the bar tender and tipped her.
Then grabbing the drink he walked over to an empty table with Meg and sat down.

"Did I tell you, that you look awesome, well sexy, tonight?" he asked over the loud the music.
He took a big sip of his drink, puckering his lips up after, something he always did after the first sip.

[Megan Jerone <3]

"Thank you" she smiled, as he came back with her drink.
Slowly spinning the Tequila in its glass, she took her first sip. Although keeping the same face expression. Okay so she was a light weight. That was the point of drinking right? Getting drunk. Maybe not out of her mind drunk though.
"You're looking pretty fine yourself Paris" she complimented; even though she knew he knew it already. Mainly because he was alittle self-absorbed.
She wouldn't judge to quickly though.

Slowly she crossed her baby-oiled legs and shifted herself to face him fully. She didn't really come to this bar often, it was nice to get out though. "You come here often?" she asked in casual conversation.

[Tristen Palmer]

As a pair of the nicest legs he'd seen in a while came into his line of vision, Tristen lifted his gaze up the female's body, settling it upon her face. Not only did she have nice legs, but she had a gorgeous face as well. Model, perhaps? Or maybe just someone that sprang up out of a fantasy or something. She was totally...exotic. Momentarily distracted when the bartender handed him his drink of choice, he turned and paid the man, taking the glass of the cool liquid. Taking a sip, he felt it slide down his throat, and he moistened his lips right after.

Once again focusing on the girl in the white, leather micromini, he slid off the stool, figuring he better ask her to dance before someone else did. And if he got rejected, fine. It never dampened his spirits. "Hey," he said, once close enough, small smile still on his lips. "Care to dance?" he asked her. If not, he could always buy her a drink. Whatever suited her fancy, really.

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[Cameron Vought]

Well, it had been a while.
In truth, it /had/ been a while since Cameron had some alcohol in his system.
It had been a long day, and he had been debating on whether a trip to the underground would do him some good. He finally decided he should go, thinking a bit of the alcohol would do him some good, when in reality, it wouldn’t. He figured his mind would let go of whatever was bugging him, even if there wasn’t anything bugging him. Hmm, well, maybe there was a teensy little something, but it was way back in his mind and not about to ruin his night.

Back at home, Cameron had gotten dressed, pulling on a pair of dark-washed jeans after a shower and also a white, long-sleeved tee shirt. It looked...casual, for a bar. He pulled a black leather jacket over the shirt to keep him warm. He had asked Kerstin if she wanted to join him, but she was ‘busy’ and she’d think about coming later. He doubted she’d show up...something about modeling. He knew she wasn’t a model, though she’d done various shoots before. But she had told him, that she was thinking about taking up the profession again. He didn’t bother to make it a big deal, thinking she’d end up not doing it, but who knew.

Stepping into the air-conditioned building, Cameron took in its atmosphere; dancers, drinkers, bartenders.... pft, you name it and there would probably be someone who matched your results at that bar.
Cameron wound his way through the swarming crowd of sweaty dancers, finally arriving at the bar. His mind was blurred, excluding all thoughts and figured from it, well, except the bartender. “A vodka, please.” Cameron said while lightly pounding at the counter with a balled fist. He turned to face the many dancers, watching them all absent-mindedly. No, he wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular, in fact, nothing had been buzzing through his brain. Nothing.

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[Paris Hamilton]

Paris smiled over at Megan.
"Thanks." he said to her compliment.

Paris had never been to Underground before, wait that was a lie.
He had been there once for Cede's birthday party.
Shaking his head he answered Megans question.
"No, only once, but it was for a private party."

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[Chris Canter]

Getting her drink Chris finally decided she'd be sitting at the bar.
Moving sat down and with drink hand took a sip of it.
Ah, yeah ninety percent Captain Morgan and ten percent Coke. It was practically one of the only things she drink.
Her gaze shifted around again before she finally just decided to keep her focus on the drink in front of her because there was obviously no one here she knew. And the only people here that she saw she did know thus far she didn't want to talk to. And then there were the ones she didn't know.

A hand moved up to her head as she brushed some hair out of her eyes as she felt it clinging to her eyelash and then turned her attention to her drink as she took a gulp this time rather then a sip.
Sips wouldn't get her anywhere.

[Megan Jerone <3]

"Thanks cool..." she replied, with a slight smile.
Okay so he wasn't interacting much.
Oh well.
Plus it was only a get-together of two models, to be refreshed after some shoots right?
Should she actually ask? Wouldn't that be alittle odd to ask.

"Soo.." she said; boredness showing in her as she absent-mindedly sipped at her tequila.