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[Mercedes Love]

"Dance...Yeah. That's fun."
Mercedes let a smile play over her face, and then held out her hand, waiting for him to shake it and offer a name.
"Cede, Actually it's Mercedes, but do we really need to know that?"

Giving him a once over, Mercedes smile didn’t fade. He looked gorgeous, clean cut, he seemed like he might be worth her time. Then again, she had thought a lot of guys were worth her time. But this was casual, right? No harm, no fowl, after tonight there would be nothing. Right?

Taking one finger, from her free hand, Mercedes swept the inside of her shot glass, removing the remaining liquid. Sticking her finger in her mouth, for a half second forgot about the boy that was standing in front of her. Mercedes let out a giggle rolled her eyes from him to the dance floor waiting for her introduction, and dance partner.

[Tristen Palmer]

Taking her smaller hand into his own, Tristen shook it firmly, but gently. "Tristen," he smirked lightly, drink glass returning to his lips. After a small sip, he added, "Good to meet you." Not feeling out of place or threathened at her no so subtle once over, he slightly moistened his lips and placed his free hand on the small of her back once she was finished. She still seemed like she wanted to dance with him, so he figured he must have been somewhat to her liking.

Guiding her out unto the floor, he found a suitable place and planted himself behind her. That's how people danced these days right? Unless they were really old or something, and only then would they dance face to face outside of a slow song. And come to think of it, even senior citizens grinded these days. He started to move against her, definitely having rhythm. Of course he'd follow her lead though.

"So Cede. Tell me a bit about you," he said a few moments later, one hand on her hip. Some people liked to converse when the danced, and some hated it. He'd see by her reply or lack thereof, what was her stand on the whole thing...

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[Paris Hamilton]

Paris looked over at Megan.
His mind wasn't really set on her, but on Mercedes.
He still had a huge crush on her, but she didn't even say hello.
Actually she didn't do nothing to let him know she acknowledge he was here.
What was up with that?

"Megan, I'm sorry if I'm boring you. There's a lot on my mind." he said, but he knew he was boring her from the look on her face.
She was young, and he was 22.
He had gone through a lot more then she had over the years, and maybe it was just time for him to settle down.
He was looking for a girlfriend and she, she was looking for someone to fool around with.
There was nothing wrong with that either, that's how he use to be when he was younger.

"If you want, you can go off. Go dance. It doesn't bother me." he added in taking a large sip of his drink.
His plan, get extremely drunk.

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[Megan Jerone <3]

Okay so he was completely blowing her off. Which was kind of retarded since he asked to bring her. Megan was alittle pissed though; taking it to heart. Which meant it made her alittle mad.
He acted as if he was too old for her or something. When in reality she didn't want to Fool around with anyone.
She barely even accepted going anywhere with guys alone; afraid they might think it was a date or something. She wasn't some whore.
She could tell Paris thought of her as one. It was simply retarded. She wasn't looking for a sex buddy, and he acted like she was.

Paris doesn't know her, and well; he was judging her or so early. What an ass.
"Um okay." she replied picking up her purse and walking to the bar across from the table that they both were sitting at. She wasn't going to acompany him; when he was like that.
It was a bad move, on his part anyway.
Since she left the drink at the table, she ordered a Bacardi.
When it arrived she sipped absent-mindedly.
She shouldn't have came.

[Cameron Vought]

“Here you are.” The buff, biker guy-looking bartender spoke, setting the glass of vodka atop the counter in front of Cameron.
Cameron nodded, taking the small glass into hand and turning once more to face the dancers. He sipped at the drink, slowly making little swirl-like motions to mix it up a bit more. His mind was clearing up again, taking more and more people into view and notice.
He still watched the raving crowd absent-mindedly, though he could make out a person clearly. It was kind of weird. It seemed as though the effects on alcohol were backwards with him. He could feel tired and drowsy before a drink, but once some alcohol entered his system he was good. Strange.

He turned his glance over to the bar stools on both sides of him, checking out the other people who had, like him, ordered a drink.
His eyes fell on one person in particular, Megan.
She was alone, looking a bit...down, if you will. Cameron furrowed his eyebrows slightly, taking a large gulp of the beverage within his hands before setting down the near-empty glass.
After a moment or so, he gathered up the energy he needed to make the short walk towards her, entering her presence with a soft ‘hey’ before taking a seat beside her.

He’d ask her for a dance, but not just yet. First, he wanted to know if anything was bugging her. Sure, it made him seem a little corny and made the entire scene look a little middle school, but he honestly cared for her, if that meant anything to anyone.

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[Megan Jerone <3]

Spinning the drink in her hand with the glass, she was filled with boredom. Okay, so she came here with a guy that asked her to go, yet showed no interest at all when it came down to it. He'd rather sit there and ignore her. Whatever, though she could really careless of what Paris thought. Sure he was cute, but his personality wasn't that grand. Her radiant green eyes that were somewhat like Catheryn's, stared down at her drink oddly. She was alittle buzzed, it was true she couldn't handle alcohol well.

As a voice crept on her that sounded familiar she looked at the boy she had recently met. 'Cameron'.
"Hey" she said, tilting her lips into a smile for him. As he sit, he looked at her like something was wrong with her. "How are you?" she questioned with her smile widening trying to prove to him she was okay. She was just alittle pissed was all.
What would she have to be sad for, she barely knew the guy.
It wasn't like she had something for him. He'd make a good friend thought. Strictly only a friend though.

She put her elbows on the counter of the bar, and put her chin on her hand in a holding stance. Her eyes met with Cameron's and a smile appeared once more on her face.
He was cute.

[Cameron Vought]

“Pretty good, and you?” he asked, deciding against bringing up the fact that she looked a bit...sad or misunderstood. Anyway, if she didn’t she could easily turn it against him as an insult. Girls were so different, so hard to judge, though, really, it wasn’t good to judge one--anyone for that matter.

“I couldn’t help but to be drawn into your presence. You must excuse my habit of doing so, it may happen more than once.” He remarked with a wide smile and a light chuckle. She was gorgeous, really. Especially when she smiled, but Cameron knew to hold back on too much compliments. Let’s just say Kerstin came in handy when it came down to knowing ‘all about girls’. He’d thank her one day.

Letting his eyes be removed form hers, he looked over his shoulder at the dancers...yet again. In all, he was just maybe looking for someone who could have been the culprit of Megan’s current feelings. He knew he should stay out of it, but he also very well knew something was bugging her. Oh well, he’d just have to change all that.
Returning his gaze back onto her, he let his eyes trail along the out-skirts of her hair and finally end on her eyes.
Mm, blondes.

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[Megan Jerone <3]

"I'm glad you're good, I'm fine" she answered with a slight smile. There was just something about him, that made her want to smile and be happy around him. Megan liked being around this boy. Maybe coming here wasn't a mistake, just destiny of meeting with him? Who knew. "Well maybe I don't mind us running into eachother." she stated with a bit of a flirty hint.

She looked behind herself, as he was..Just a bunch of girls and guys dancing. It was odd how everyone in New York was gorgeous even the guys. It is like every girl here is fake or a barbie. Catheryn though, she was naturally beautiful, a girl that would be gladly accepted in a modeling shoot, but despised of it. Megan on the other hand, liked modeling it was flattering but there were better things in life.

"We should dance..that is if you want to" she basically asked Cameron. Okay so it was usually the guy's job, but she beat him to it. Megan smiled softly at him, admiring him, and his appearance.

[Cameron Vought]

“I’m glad your fine, and I am glad we ran into each other.” He said truthfully, looking away from her once again, this time towards the bartender who had served him his drink.
The guy was staring at them, well, maybe it was just Megan he was staring at, but either way, he was watching them. It sort of creepped Cameron out, causing his eyes to dart away once they had met.

His eyes fell to his hands that Cameron had reluctantly set atop his jean-covered thighs. Her words were soft and he listened intently as she spoke them, having them flow into his ears and, well, stay there.
“We should and we will.” He answered to her comment about them dancing.
He then stood from the bar stool, watching as the soft cushion raised once his body had been removed from it.
He held out a hand for Megan, offering to help her down before he made his way to the dance floor.

He’d be honest, he wasn’t quite the dancer, but he’d try.
“I’ll be honest with you though. I’m not the best dancer, so you’d have to bare with me.” He chuckled at his comment, his hand still holding its position in front of her.

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[Megan Jerone <3]

Watching his eyes dart toward the bartender she looked over herself. Only to meet eyes with the chubby guy himself. What was he looking at? Was he listening to their own personal conversation...What a weirdo. Okay maybe she was just jumping to thoughts that were incorrect.
Though she doubted she was wrong, either that or he was a pervert. Glancing back at Cameron she smiled softly at him.
"Yes, Atleast you're here, Or I'd be alone..when I came here and was like blown off." she blurted, kind of letting out her feelings. It was true, Paris did blow her off, Okay maybe not exactly saying it, but Megan could tell. It was a girl thing.
She knew when a guy didn't want to be with her at the place anymore. Honestly she didn't mind.
She didn't need the attention of a guy to make her have a grand time.
Plus Cameron arrived at the right time, just before she was about to leave. He had put her in a better mood. He was a life saver.
All Five Flavors.

"Well, Great time to learn I'm sure you'll do just fine" she said; with a slight smirk across her face.
Gripping his large hand softly she released herself from the chair and stood, with the clicking of her heels.
She awaited for the boy to walk to the dance floort, she wouldn't want to rush the great moment, they were having. Well atleast what Megan thought they were having.

[Cameron Vought]

Ah, so that’s what was bothering her. Someone had blown her off.
Cameron would like to know whom, but, yet again, it was none of his business. He was sure it’d get out later anyways.
Taking her soft, small hand into his own, Cameron grabbed hold of it, griping it gently as he made his way, and hers, towards the floor that was swarmed with dancing, mingling, and—almost to say ‘sexing’ people. Cameron pushed himself through the crowd; hating the feeling it was giving him in his stomach. He’d try his best to find a place that was not as crowded or packed. The thought of others bumping into him made his forehead heat up. His back felt cool and his palms began to sweat.
Ew. Claustrophobia.

He brushed the feeling off his mind, though it still surrounded him.
He’d try his best to hold whatever in as he found the spot he’d be okay with, after all, if he could no longer hold it in, he’d be embarrassed to a great extent and that wouldn’t be so great—even if he could use the excuse for being drunk.
Finally, his eyes fell onto a spot on the dance floor that wasn’t /as/ crowded as the rest. Yeah, it was more towards the back, near a wall, and slightly darker, but he’d feel better there than anywhere else.

Arriving at the spot he turned to look at Megan. “Is this good?” he asked, making out just the outlining of her eyes, though her hair and body frame was easily seen.

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[Megan Jerone <3]

Megan cut through the crowds with him, as he seemed to be getting nervous.. As to what he was nervous about she was unsure. Maybe the dancing? Of course she wouldn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. As they reached the spot that suited him best she smiled softly looking at him.
"It's perfect.." she assured with a happy gleam. So what if it was away from people, she would have alot less bumping into people. Which was always fun though, considering most of it turned up into a Mosh pit.

Slowly thinking of what could be wrong with him, she thought of all the options she could choose out of. Okay..here we go

• He hates Dancing?
  
• Is Avoiding Someone?
  
• Wants a more cozy dancing spot?
  

Okay so she doubted either of those. Geesh how could Megan be so stupid. She knew this, her mother had the exactly same feeling around people. She got nervous around alot of people like being trapped or something. Ah..So he was one of those guys.
It was extremely cute though.
"You don't like being around alot of people do you?" she questioned with a slight grin.
It wasn't bad, just cute.
Pure Cute.

[Cameron Vought]

“Eh, I have a small case of Claustrophobia.” He admitted, a smirk playing on his lips briefly before it faded.
Okay, so it was out. No, it wasn’t much of a secret, but not many people knew about it, not many at all.
He didn’t go up to every single person he knew and said, ‘Hey! I am claustrophobic!’ No.
So, in all, it was somewhat of a secret, or just a quality of his that no one really knew about.

“If you want, I can try a shot at getting a bit closer.” He stated, though the closest people to them were only some five feet away.
He was personally content with the spot, but if she wasn’t, then they could move, though he figured some way or another they’d end up somewhere else once they were through dancing.
Don’t get him wrong; he’d danced before, though he classified it more as the ‘dirty’ dancing. He was okay with the slow dances, though he’d prefer a rather upbeat song to anything.

“But no, it isn’t the fact that I don’t like being around a lot of people. I like being around people. I like being around you.” He commented, various pauses made throughout his words. Had he really just said that? Yeah, smart move...well, maybe it was.

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[Megan Jerone <3]

Megan smiled as he admited it as if he was kind of ashamed of it. It wasn't a bad thing, he had nothing to worry about. Plus Megan didn't really care or dislike him now. He was a good guy, that was enough for it. It wasn't everyday you found someone like him In New York, especially here.

It was rare if you even found a guy that liked you for yourself, other then just touching you or trying to get in your pants. Of course she could be giving Cameron a little too much credit. But she was sure he wasn't like the rest. Cameron just simply needed to proved it to her alittle more.

Out of habit she gentally pushed a few strands off of her shoulder makingit reach just past her mid-back. Yes her hair was long, she liked it better that way. Looking at his gorgeous blue eyes she smiled some, but let it fad after a while.

"No, it's fine here As long as you're comfortable" she replied with a slight grin. He was too cute especially when he said he liked being around her. The truth was Megan liked being around him too. "You're amazing to be around also." she complimented with her grin getting wider. Standing abit on her tip-toes she gentally kissed him on the cheek as a ..'thank you for saving me from a boring night.'

[Cameron Vought]

Well, the kiss was unexpected, but Cameron appreciated it.
He then realized it was just a friendly peck, if anything. He wasn’t saying he wanted more, but if someone was going to happen between the two, it was going to happen soon. He needed open up. He wasn’t being his wild and crazy self that he was around everyone he was comfortable with. And he was comfortable around her, right? Yes, it was one of the reasons that he liked her. But, he also knew girls had a thing for serious, long-term relationships. It just then hit him that maybe he was moving into this a little too fast. Yes, she was gorgeous, witty, smart, and, well, a girl that he really could picture himself with. Yet, a thought kept crossing his mind. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep her happy for so long. But really, did one need to make their ‘partner’ happy /all/ the time.
Oh well, the thought would be shrugged off for now, but he knew it’d come back. For now, he was going to be friendly with Megan, knowing the two only as friends, for that is what they are.

“Well, yeah, this place is fine.” He stated, realizing that they were doing more talking than dancing. The previous song had ended, letting a new one start out and be played. It wasn’t one Cameron was familiar with, but it was a rather fast song, upbeat and more to his likings. He was stuck though. He wasn’t sure how to come onto her with the dancing. On a regular, it’d be pretty hard, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Oh well, he was going to be himself, right? That was the plan...

His feet began moving quite awkwardly, though he sound found his rhythm and began showing his ‘moves’. He, most likely, looked like every other guy out on that dance floor. Well, all accept the ones who were receiving the famous ‘grinding’ by a girl they probably didn’t even know. The sight of some receiving this...pleasure dance, made Cameron smirk, having been there and done that. But was it time to settle down and find that ‘someone’. Agh, those thoughts again. They didn’t need to be running through his mind. No, not now.

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