Those eyes are drooping. /open/

[Cameron Vought]

‘How to get a girl Tipsy.’
They needed to write a book on it and hand it out to all of the amateurs Cameron had been spotting througout the night. Gripping the rim of his flute, he stared blankly down at his lap. His dark blue jeans were in contact as was the hem of his long-sleeved velveteen black western shirt. His black shoes topped off his outfit in which he picked out involuntarily. Bringing the flute to his slightly wetted lips, Cameron looked up and glanced around the area around him. The placed was considerably crowded with dancers and diners.

Downing the rest of his scotch, Cameron pushed the empty glass away from him and leaned back in the booth. Yawning temporarily, Cameron folded his arms across his chest, as he did often, and looked down at his wrist and the watch that accompanied it, noting the timing on his watch. It was only barely past eleven o’clock and Cameron was already getting tired. The drinks weren’t helping. He needed entertainment...interaction.
I’d come along though. It was only a matter of timing before someone would walk through the doors of the ‘Muse’ and strike up a conversation. Maybe it’d be one of his ‘boys’ or just a friend. Maybe he’d meet someone new?

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[nikki2]

Entering the club, a brunette girl by the name of Sawyer looked around before going to order herself a drink. Yes, she drank. She was only nineteen, but no one ever carded her. No one ever cared. Plus, all she was getting as an apple martini--the oh-so-popular clubbing drink. Of course, she wasn't getting it because it was popular. Sawyer only ever got things because she wanted them or because she liked them.
Period.
Dressed in a white camisole with a black safety pin pattern, a gray short-sleeved shirt with a dipping v-neck to show off the cami, and a pair of black skinny jeans, she was almost colorless.
Almost. But you couldn't forget about the bright green flats she wore upon her feet, and the circle pendant around her neck. Her makeup was just the same. Black mascara, gray eyeliner, and white eyeshadow with a little bit of sparkle. Nothing much, really. It was the same sort of outfit she might where to class. Probably. Minus the eyeshadow.
Sawyer didn't wear eyeshadow very much. Tonight was just...different. In what way, she wasn't sure, but she had a feeling it was.

Taking her green drink, Sawyer walked until she found an empty booth. Sitting on one side, she nearly put her legs up on the other, but decided against it. In the next booth over, she saw some boy. Some guy. She didn't know his name, but she'd seen him before. And they were facing each other, so she couldn't watch him. She'd look weird if she did. Too weird. Like stalker sort of weird.
And that was never good.

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[Cameron Vought]

Eyes then trailing to a young woman, Cameron couldn’t help but stare. It wasn’t because he was particularly attracted to her, but more so that she was seated before him. He noticed that she was trying her best not to stare. So, we’ve got a polite person amongst us, lord help us all. He looked away and towards the dancers. He was bored, typical Cameron--so hard to please. He then had an urge, an urge to strike up a conversation with someone, this girl in short. He didn’t know what else to do and the point of showing up this evening was to socialize and what not...

Letting his eyes drift towards the empty glass in front of him, Cameron studied it for a minute and then finally pushed himself up from the booth. Standing up to reveal his full height of a six-footer, Cameron stretched his arms momentarily and pulled up his sagging jeans. Looking back at the girl that sat only a few feet away, he hoped she wasn’t waiting on any more; it’d only make him look like a fool. He slowly inched towards her and upon reaching the table; he bent over and placed a hand on the absent side of the table, letting his eyes meet with hers. She almost looked...familiar.
“Waiting on any one?” he asked, eyeing the empty seat that accompanied her.

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[nikki]

Sawyer Post

Having turned away before the guy had approached her table, Sawyer didn't know that he'd come any closer. Due to that fact, she was slightly startled when their eyes met and he spoke. "Me?" she asked. Gee. What a stupid question. Who else would he be talking to? "No. Why?" she asked bluntly.
The question wasn't meant to make him feel uncomfortable, or stupid, or anything, she simply wanted to know. People usually didn't just come up and talk to her. They hadn't, anyway, and she'd figured they wouldn't. But look at that, she'd been proved wrong again. Maybe she'd make a friend tonight. Hopefully she'd make a friend tonight. Or at least she'd learn someone else's name.
That was always good.

While observing the male's attire and such, Sawyer sipped slowly on her drink, making sure not to over do it, or look like a rabid, drinking, party girl. Because that's not what she was. That's not how she acted. That just wasn't...Sawyer. Then again, neither was going to a club alone, or any of the stuff she'd done recently. Maybe she was changing. Maybe she was actually a butterfly in disguise, and she'd grow wings and fly away from her stupidly shy self.
But probably not.

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[Cameron Vought]

“Well, because you looked like you could use someone to talk to.”
Cameron sat down in the seat across from the girl, folding his hands atop the table and looking back at her.
She seemed almost...stubborn? But that was only him, and this was only a first time meet. He could be misjudging her completely, therefore, he decided he’d stick around and get to know her.
Cameron had his thoughts inch back only a couple of seconds before he had sat down; when their eyes had met. He noticed then that they were really...pretty? Telling her so would only be paying her a compliment in his mind, but she may think he was hitting on her so he kept it to himself, at least for now.

Cameron glanced over the female’s body. Upon realizing it, he remembered he hadn’t asked for her name. There was no good in talking to someone if you didn’t know their name. Loser.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch you name.” He stated in the form of a question more so. “I’m Cameron by the way.” He added quickly before she could speak. Nice. He’d start out with the warm greetings. Then maybe ask her to dance. These days, Cameron was so...gentleman like. It had to be the holidays.

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[nikki2]

Sawyer looked at him for a second, but only for a second. He was nice-looking, and seemed like a nice-enough guy. That was always...nice.I didn't catch your name, she mentally repeated herself. That would probably have been because she'd yet to speak it tonight, but she'd keep that to herself. "I'm Sawyer. It's nice to meet you," she spoke politely.

Looking back, over his shoulder, at Cameron's previous booth, she noticed an empty cup. For a couple of minutes, she contented herself to wondering what he'd had to drink, and finally figured that it didn't matter anyway. "So are you from New York, or did you move here?" she asked. Wow. What a way to engage in conversation.

Usually all people got from her were one word answers, strange looks, and no questions. The difference, though, was that Sawyer actually wanted to talk to this person. Usually, she didn't want to talk to the person who'd approached her, and simply wanted them to go away and leave her alone. It seemed rude and snobbish, but she just wasn't a person to like meeting and greeting new people.

Her mind now straying from the conversation, Sawyer was thinking about what she was going to get her parents for Christmas. And what she would do, in general for Christmas. Probably go back up to Albany and have dinner and presents with her parents and siblings. Maybe spend the night, or something. That, to her, sounded actually quite...inviting.

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[Cameron Vought]

Getting comfortable within the seating, Cameron suggestively began drumming his fingertips atop the table.
“Yeah. I mean, I moved up here...from Florida when I was ten? Somewhere around there.” He answered, moving his hand up to his face to brush over the stubble that it was supporting. “And you?” he asked, returning the politeness that seemed to be hovering amongst the two. It was nice.

Cameron smiled at the way this was all going.
Usually he wouldn’t have even sat down; he’d already be asking to dance. Usually he’d already be hitting on the other...maybe he’d already be kissing her? This time of year did things to him. He couldn’t exactly argue though, he liked it at times, but it wasn’t exactly...him. He never fought any urge to communicate before; if the conversation were boring him...he’d leave. But Sawyer seemed easy to talk to.

“So, Sawyer. Would you like to dance? Or could I buy you a drink?” he asked, keeping both of the suggestions open. Okay, so now the real him was showing. She may accept or reject him. It all depended on what kind of girl she was and what she liked in all...

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[nikki2]

"I lived in Albany until I graduated high school, but I just came here to go to college," she replied, shrugging and moistening her lips. She glanced down at her wrist, where a small-banded watch lay. It was a little late, but not so late as to make Sawyer feel tired. Not yet, of course. In a couple of hours, maybe, she'd feel the drowsiness that should be now kicking in.

"I'm not a very good dancer, but if you don't laugh at me or anything, the dancing sounds good," Sawyer reasoned, smiling softly and polishing off the drink she'd ordered. "I might take the drink later, if the offer still stands, and if I'm still here," she added, nodding slightly and putting her glass back on the table.
Looking toward the dance floor, she didn't see all that many people there. There were some people, of course, but not as many as there would be--say, on a Friday night.
Oh well.
At least it wouldn't be just her. At least it would be her and Cameron.
"Oh. Hey, how old are you?"
She needed to know. She just did.

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[Cameron Vought]

Albany, huh? It took him a moment before realizing Albany was in New York. He knew it, he just needed it to be processed through the brain before it actually...you know. Cameron stopped the slight strumming with his fingertips and smiled back at Sawyer. “That’s cool.” He’d have gone on about what she wanted to major in, but honestly, he didn’t care too much at the moment. He was getting tired, and he was afraid he’d insult her if the conversation got drowsy as well. Besides, she didn’t look too much interested in the conversation either, noting the glance she made at her watch.

“I’m sure you are a fine dancer. I’m not too great either. But I may be able to pull it off if the fast music keeps rolling.” He stated, a small smirk forming on that of his soft pink lips. He then stood, holding out a hand for the other to take. “And that offer-- it'll stay.” He added with a light nod of his head.

“I am nineteen. I will turn twenty in March.” He responded. He would’ve asked for her age, but he could most likely guess and stand pretty close, if not exactly, to correction. He’d say she was, at most, a year younger, putting her at eighteen, but he would lean more towards nineteen if anything. The question might pop later into the night. It all depended.

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[nikki2]

Taking his hand, Sawyer let another small grin float across her face but, like the others, it only stayed for a matter of seconds. She wasn't the type of girl that would just smile the whole time. Perhaps a whole array of smiles scattered about the time period...but constant was just weird. It would seem as though she wasn't actually enjoying herself and was simply putting on a face to make it seem as though she was.

"March," she repeated in a whisper. Glancing away toward the ceiling for a couple of seconds, she counted the months between March and August, the month she herself would be turning twenty. She still couldn't believe she was going to be TWO decades old, though. It seemed like just yesterday her neighbor had been chasing her around the neighborhood park, tackling her and trying to get her to admit the secret love she had for him.
But that had been when she was thirteen. That had been...six years ago. Time, it seemed, passed very fast.

"Yes. Fast songs would be good," Sawyer agreed, only just remembering the statment he'd made earlier. It wasn't that she didn't like slow songs, it was just that she always felt akward dancing with some guy, and feeling the need to either stare into his eyes with her own, or lay her head on his shoulder--both of which she felt uncomfortable doing.
So usually, she was stuck glaring or staring at the floor, or looking at the people around her, and the person with whom she was dancing assumed she was interested.

Not fun. Not at all.

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[Cameron Vought]

As Sawyer’s light, soft hand filled his own, Cameron walked her onto the dance floor. He caught her brief smile and had smiled in turn. Now to dance.
Shit.
He really didn’t want to do this. He couldn’t dance for anything. The only kind of dancing he has ever been introduced to was that of ‘dirty’ dancing. Just the regular grinding. He wasn’t even sure if Sawyer was willing to do that, and quite frankly, there weren’t even that many people amongst the dance floor. He glanced over at Sawyer. He remained quiet, though he had a look on his face that was screaming the problems with this decision. It wasn’t her, no, it was the mere fact that he had /asked/ her to dance, when he...couldn’t.

He then heard a quiet whisper part from her lips. He hadn’t made out what she had said, but he hoped it’d be an excuse to get out of dancing. “What?” he asked, refraining her comment.
His head shook. “How about just that drink?” he asked, grinding his teeth together after he spoke and out of habit. He smiled briefly, letting it form into a smirk. “Maybe we could go somewhere else, or...something. I guess I lied, not purposely, about me dancing. Sure, when the club is crowded it doesn’t really matter, but this isn’t personally the kind of place I would dance.” He added.

Letting go of her hand, he let his own drift towards and into his front pocket, awaiting her next response to his stupidity.
Maybe they /could/ go somewhere else, if she was up for that. If not, he’d buy her that drink he promised her and he’d probably head home. After all, it wasn’t a Friday, and days out on the town like this got pretty boring...pretty fast.

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[nikki2]

Sawyer grimaced. There was even less people than it had seemed. Maybe she could just make up an excuse and leave. Maybe she could just leave without--wait.
Had he just said he didn't actually want to dance? Now, that was a relief. "The drink. Yes, actually that sounds good. I wasn't really...looking forward to dancing in such an empty place..." she said, gradually getting quieter as the sentence wore on.

"I'm not sure where else we could go...but...I guess if you've already got an idea, that'd be okay," she said, shrugging and folding her own arms across her stomach. This position would give people the impression that she was pissed of and/or didn't want to be talked to, but she just did it to be comfortable. Plus, it was pretty warm to stand like this, surprisingly.

For awhile Sawyer just stayed quiet, wondering what she was going to get to drink. It couldn't be anything too strong--she'd already had one drink, after all, and she wasn't planning on looking like a babbling, alcoholic idiot. Not tonight, anyway. Wetting her lips, she continued to think, lips pressed lightly together. Maybe a Cosmo. Did they have those here?
They were good, she knew this for a fact.
Yea, even though she was the stereotyped 'good girl' and only 19 years of age, she'd had her experiences with alcohol. She'd had her fair share of...alchoholic encounters.

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[Kerstin Vought]

“Are you sure that is the reason, or is it that you just don’t want to dance with me?” he joked, smirking and looking away towards the bar. He then looked back at Sawyer, motioning for her to follow him, and made his way towards it. That drink. Yeah, he’d buy her one, and then, maybe, they could go for a walk? It didn’t matter to him. He’d probably just head for Central Park. After all, unlike his sister, it was his favorite place to go. It was close and, well, relaxing? Yeah.

“We could head towards Central Park, take a walk?” he asked, nearing the bar and upon coming to it, he laid his hands atop the granite. “And your choice of drink?” he asked, a sincere tone in his voice. What a man. Yeah right.
Cameron figured he’d probably just get a Pepsi—to go. The one drink earlier was enough; he didn’t feel the need to put Sawyer in danger amongst his presence. How unfair would that be?

Ooc” short, bleh. And Cameron post.

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[nikki]

"Choice of drink," Sawyer repeated softly, pondering the question for a moment or two. "Do they have...Sprite, or something here?" she asked, not sure as she hadn't exactly ordered anything but liquor from this place. They probably did, and if not, she'd just go without. She really didn't need to loosen up anymore. Not at all.
"Central Park sounds good," she agreed, pulling her sweater-type-thing closer to her body. It wasn't that she was actually cold, she was just anticipating how cold it would be in the park in the dark. Aha. That rhymed. Which she found pretty darn funny. Of course, she didn't laugh because she'd just look like a complete freak or spazzer if she did, and she really did not feel like coming across as that.
Weird? Okay. Freak? Kinda okay, but spazzer? Hell no.

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[Cameron Vought]

“Well, I am pretty sure they would have Sprite.” Cameron replied back to Sawyer with a smile and a glance towards the fountain drinks. Yeah, they did. “So that’s what you want?” he asked her, but before she could answer, he turned to the lady behind the counter and asked for a sprite and vodka—on the rocks. Okay, so he told himself not to get an alcoholic drink, but he couldn’t help it, the one drink earlier actually /wasn’t/ enough. Oh well, he could handle himself, pretty well.

Cameron nodded at her agreement to central park, and took the drinks into hand.
He turned to Sawyer and handed her the sprite, his vodka was in a glass, but whatever, it was their fault for giving him one and he wasn’t about to tell them to put it in a to-go cup; Their loss.
He then eyed the lady, but she was helping another customer. Cameron shrugged lightly to himself and looked back at Sawyer?
“Ready?” he asked, starting the movement of his legs and headed for the door, ready for the cold blast of wind, ready for anything.

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