Dance,Dance {All}

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy was busting out some weird, attention grabbing moves on the dance floor. She went from the robot to the monkey all in one step. The people around her just stared.

Attention whore.

Darcy didn't care when people started at her because she was just being herself and if they couldn't handle that oh well. Today she was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black Jimmy Choo's and black flowy type top with a white Tank top under it. In her curly brown flowing hair was a white headband. On her right wrist a white chunky bracelet with one black strip on it.

[Elyse Morgan Boening]

As she entered the club, Elyse’s mood totally changed. Today was pretty mediocre, she tried to go shopping but couldn’t find anything, and her parents were going out to some benefit for the seals or something. She brushed off the flakes of snow from her locks of straight dirty blonde hair. Tonight she wore a long burgundy sweater dress over a pair of brown spandex, on her feet were brown BCBG Max Azria peep-toe wedges. She ran her fingers through her hair with the black painted fingernails.

Elyse was basically the typical New York girl. Full of attitude, chic, style, and basically a big ass bitch when she wanted to be. Her bitchiness was probably the reason why she hadn’t made many friends throughout her life, just people she met, but she never stayed in contact.

She took a seat on the bar stool, legs crossed, sipping a martini and waiting for someone, anyone to talk to.

[Chris Evans]

Turning on his bar stool to face the room's patrons, Chris' gaze slipped to the dance floor, one brow lightly quirked as he briefly focused on one chick. What the hell was she doing? In a weird way, her dance moves were funny, but he couldn't find himself ever being so...whacky in public. It just wasn't his thing. Not a smile of amusement graced his face though, and his glance just as easily slid to the other swinging couples.

Lifting his third glass of scotch on the rocks to his lips, he took a slow sip, wondering when the liquid would start having any sort of effect. He needed to get loose, especially after a long day at work. Unlike most of the New York residents who sat on their ass all day and thought pushing credit cards while shopping was work, he had a job. One that involved his hands and strength. No, no. It wasn't carrying around shopping bags. Reaching his hand up, he ran it through his dark brown hair, tousling the locks. Some company would be nice... Maybe he should get up and go meet somebody, instead of being such the loner all the time.

Placing one palm on the thigh of his semi-baggy dark blue jeans, he hooded his grey-blue eyes, staring at no one in particular. His thoughts were all over the place, but mostly on his family. He was planning to visit them in California sometime soon, maybe even this week. Lightly wetting his already moist lips, he smoothed out his white tee shirt, which fitted to his torso nicely. The jacket he'd worn with all of this was draped on one of the stools beside him, the stool on his right side completely vacated. It wasn't like he had brought anybody with him.
Reclining back, he propped his elbows atop the bar's counter, loosely holding the half-empty glass of his preferred drink in one palm.

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[Mercedes Love]

“Can I get you something to drink, Hun?”

Mercedes glanced up from her menu, which laid on the booth table.

“Um, Can I have a Club Soda please?” She asked, and then returned to her menu, and let out a soft sigh. Was this pathetic? Sad? Was it horrible that Mercedes Tritoni wanted to dine alone, without people up her ass about why she was doing it.

Mercedes didn’t even look remotely ready to play dinner hostess. The look was chic, and vintage inspired, something that she normally didn’t do. She had selected a black mid-thigh length, dress. It was tight-fitting, and long sleeved, perfectly suiting her mood. To finish the look, she had paired it with a pair of black ankle boots, a string of black pearl.

Aww. Not a happy, camper.

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy was quite thirsty after all of that dancing so she walked over to the bar, there was only one stool open and it had someones jacket on it. She sighed and walked toward the guy and pointed at the seat as she said "Is some one sitting here?"

We all know that Darcy isn't on to beat around the bush. She likes to get out there and meet people, if they hate her for it thats there problem that they didn't take the time to get to know her.

[nikki]

Sitting quietly on a stool in front of the bar, Zanna contemplated on what she was going to drink today. Or do, for that matter. She honestly had no idea, but...she'd figure it out eventually. Yea. So. What to drink? A water sounded nice. Maybe they had flavored water.
She doubted it, but it was slightly possible.
But there was no need to bug anyone.
"May I please have a water?" she asked, turning to face the man behind the bar. He looked over her for a second, curiousity dancing in his eyes, before he turned away, grabbed a small water bottle, threw it to her and said, "Don't worry, babe, it's on the house."
Oh yea. Because four dollars was gonna kill her.
It was nice, though, so...whatever.
Looking around, Zanna noted what the other people wore. Nothing too special, lucky for her. She was only wearing a yellow shirt with green polka dots, some black jeans, and a pair of Pumas of some sort. Pretty casual. Pretty laid back. Not very "club"-y, but it'd work. Plus, her eye make up boosted it up just a little. Metallic green eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and the slightest bit of blush.
Lovely.
Just lovely.

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[Chris Evans]

Lifting his gaze from the liquid he was staring into, Chris settled them on the girl he'd previously seen dancing. Why did she want to sit at the stool with his jacket on it, when the one beside him was Vacated? Free? Nonetheless, he scooped up his jacket, transferring it to the stool on the next side of him. "No, no one's sitting there," he replied, dropping his gaze back to his drink. Rotating the glass, he took another sip, not caring either way if she sat or not. Of course she would though. She wouldn't ask and then not do so. Or so he thought.

Returning to looking around the place, he moved his gaze to the dining area, noticing a few people -- even some whom were seated alone. Reminded him of himself really, though being alone was a personal preference of his. For some reason or another, he enjoyed his own company at times, even though that of others was welcomed at any time. As long as they didn't get on his nerves...

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[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy sat down and muttered "Thanks." She then ordered a Virgin Martini. When she got her order she sipped the drink lightly wondering what to say to the guy next to her.

Lately she had been coming on to strong to people so she was going to try to tone it down a bit. So she gulped and said "Uh, I didn't catch your name." That was smooth. Why was it so hard for her to turn off her friendliness?

[nikki2]

Slowly and quietly, Sawyer made her way into the Muse, eyes low and focused on the ground. Glancing around at the people standing around and dancing, she contented herself to simply sitting at a booth and reading over a menu-ish thing. Eventually, a short woman came by to take her order, and Sawyer asked--politely, mind you--for a scotch.
Because she liked it, that's why.
The woman raised a perfectly stenciled brow, but nodded and walked off to retrieve the drink. Sawyer need some sort of alchoholic beverage--she needed to loosen up, even if only a little. It wouldn't do too much, if she only had one or two, and she definitely wasn't planning on having more than one or two.

As she waited for her beverage, Sawyer nibbled softly on her lip and looked down over her attire. A dark, navy, camisole clung to her thin torso, nearly completely hidden by a white and gray striped shirt over it. Her pants were simple. Dark washed blue jeans with an intricate skull-looking design on the back pockets. And her shoes were just an old pair of Vans--not the slip on kind.
"Here you go," the slender woman said, handing over the drink and taking Sawyer's money.
"Keep the change," Sawyer insisted, taking a sip of her scotch.
Yum.
Well, kind of.

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[Chris Evans]

Setting the glass down on the bar counter with a small thud, Chris wore the tinyest of smirks on his face at the girl's remark. "That's because I didn't give it," he said lightly, and there wasn't a hint of rudeness in his voice. Her comment was something a guy would say to a girl, when he was trying to get her to talk to him or continue conversation, but he didn't think much else of it. "The name's Chris," he informed, both palms sliding down his face. "And yours?" He'd be nice, as he wanted someone to talk to, and since this girl was forward enough to try conversing with him, why not speak with her?

Tapping an index finger on the bar, he vaguely watched as the bartender refilled his drink, putting yet another sum on his tab. The man knew he'd pay it, being as he'd never not before. Obviously he frequented the place a great deal. Not always to drink though. The first few times he'd attended the place, was with his ex-girlfriend, being as she rathered this type of atmosphere than that of the China Room or the Underground. There was so much more a person could do at the Muse...

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[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy laughed a little bit as she said "Your funny." She then pushed her hair out of her face and said "My names Darcy." She then put on her smile and said "So Chris..How are you?" There she goes again, trying to be really friendly to everyone.

This guy had some kind of mystery to him, she needed to get to know him to figure it out. What was it about him that attracted her to him. He was good looking and all but there was something else to.

[Chris Evans]

Deciding not to comment on her saying he was funny, since he wasn't, Chris merely nodded when she mentioned her name. "So-so," he said, turning his hand from side to side. He wasn't doing bad, and certainly not in an ecstatic mood -- just in between. So-so. Not the world's best conversationalist, since he took to people-watching more than people-talking, he rubbed lightly at his forearm, wondering what he should say. If the topic wasn't interesting, he'd just zone out. Not that he was intentionally being rude, but boredom tended to do that to a person. Plus, he wasn't one to just divulge facts and be overly-friendly.

"Out by yourself?" he asked, noting that she'd been having a ball on the floor all by her lonesome. "Nice moves you had there," he smirked, shaking his head. He guessed that was just the girl's personality -- bouncy, out-there and completely friendly. All the things he was not. He wouldn't fault her for being herself, as long as that bubbly nature didn't spread.

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[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy took a couple sips of her virgin martini, just to keep him guessing before she said "Yeah, I don't mind it but coming with someone would be nice too." She then sat the drinks down and said "I can teach you sometime." Her hazel eyes were dazzling with excitement and glee. This was pretty fun.

{Urg, what is it with this guy?} A thousand thoughts were running through Darcy's head. Maybe she would play hard to get with this guy and see how it goes from there.

[Chris Evans]

Smirkiing at her offer to teach him to dance like someone who'd been slipped a crack rock, Chris shook his head in the negative. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll have to pass on that one," he politely denied. In fact, he rarely danced, and when he did, there had to have been quite a number of alcoholic drinks in his system. And even then he wouldn't seem like he was on drugs -- the cheap kind which only served in messing up the mind than anything else.

Turning his almost empty glass on the table absently, he inhaled deeply, expelling it softly in a small sigh. ""So how old are you Darcy? Still in high school?" he asked, half-looking her way. She looked young, and her actions added to that -- though her comments made her a little more grown up, he guessed.

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[Darcy Edwards]

Courtney smiled and said "Aw, I really wanted to teach you to dance but oh well." She then finished off her drink and ordered a plain water bottle before she answered the age question. She was nineteen but no one had ever believed her because she always acted younger then her age. Maybe it was because she had the energy of a five year old. It wasn't her fault she really couldn't tone that down.

{Damn it lost in thought again} she thought to herself not really knowing why she did it.

"I am uh nineteen" she said slowly "I turn twenty in about eight months, what about you?" He looked older, maybe that was a part of his mystery.