Baby, I'm Toxic [All]

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy sighed as she pounded back a Cosmopolitan in one gulp. Tonight she needed alcohol and lots of it. She was pissed off because her Mom was still cheating on her Dad even though she asked him to stop about a billion times. Darcy sighed as she pushed a strand of brown hair out of the way of her hazel eyes.

She then pushed the glass cup away and stood up to go back out to the dance floor. Her low rider jeans were a little to tight so much that she was sucking her gut in. She was also wearing a red tank top with a leather black shrug thing over it. When she got out to the dance floor she started to rub against so guys. Brittney Spear’s song Toxic was bumping in the back ground.

[Aiden Gallara]

ooc;as paris

Paris walked into Underground, he was still upset about all the girls he could've had but didn't.
Why, he doesn't know.
One of them happening to be the very sexy, Mercedes.
Someone he missed dearly, but she was ignoring him.
He didn't even do anything wrong!

It was cold outside, and still snowing. So he dressed in warm clothing.
A black long, long sleeved fitted loosely on his torso under the white sweater vest that was outlined with light brown trimming.
His black jeans were very loose and baggy and hung over his light brown Tims.
He looked pretty sexy actually.
Yummy.
To bad he didn't have anyone to enjoy this night.

Once he was over to the bar he ordered a glass of Bacardi Superior.
Handing the bartender a 10 dollar bill, he told him to keep the change and took the drink.
Walking over to an empty table he sat down, listening to the music and sipping on his drink.
Aw, poor blue eyed hottie.

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy sighed; the dance floor wasn't as pleasing as it normally was. She saw more people flowing in but didn't even pay an attention to them. There was the Paris guy that she meet over her blog, he so belonged to Mercedes.

Darcy smirked and walked right past him. /Good, step one to not jumping all over guys complete. / She then walked up to the bar and sat down. The Under Ground never checked ID's so all nineteen years of Darcy could get any kind of beverage that she wanted.

She pulled some money out of the small red purse that was on her shoulder and handed it to the bartender while she said "A shot of tequila please." Darcy wasn't going to get full on drunk, just tipsy enough so she could forget about her troubles.

She then looked over her shoulder at Paris, he seemed, well troubled too.

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[Paris Hamilton]

Paris looked up, catching the gaze of a girl.
Someone he think he met on blog, but wasn't sure.
Sitting there he kept drinking.
What a horrible night.

He watched as the young girl walked past him, not even saying a word.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO HIM?!
Listening as she oder a drink, he knew she was to young, but didn't feel like doing anything about it.
Instead he kept drinking his own drink.
Getting drunk could do wonders to anyones pain.

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[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy sighed and then picked up her drink and walked to the table were Paris was sitting. She then set her drink down and said "Do I know you from some where?" She then pushed a strand of her brown curly hair behind her ear.[/center]

[Paris Hamilton]

Looking up, Paris met the eyes of a new arrival at his table.
Darcy.

Do I know you from somewhere?

The question caught him off guard, because he thought she remembered.
He did, but wouldn't he look stupid if he said something?
Oh well.
"Yeah, You commented my blog, I'm Paris Hamilton."