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Post by Kerstin Vought on Dec 31, 2006 17:59:24 GMT -5
Seated atop a bar stool, surrounded by non other than the bartender and the stool itself, Kerstin drowned herself in another Tequila, draining any thoughts that she felt the need to let go. One might say she was either depressed or lonely, but it was just the opposite. Kerstin felt content with the way her life was now rolling along. She had a wonderful guy at her fingertips and life was just...swell.
Of course, it could be better, but she was not going to complain, afraid it’d jinx all of the many splendid things that fulfilled her wants now.
So, tonight, if anything, was more of a celebration, even if she was alone. Dressed in a little black number from D&G, Kerstin turned on the black seating beneath her to face the crowd that seemed to be celebrating too. She smiled half-heartedly, her eyes scanning over each and every face closest to her and viewable. She was disgusted somewhat when her eyes trailed over some girls who looked like they were trying just a bit too much. It was pitiful, really. She couldn’t see why everyone couldn’t just be himself or herself to draw attention to him or her, but she wasn’t going to hold anyone back from living their life the way they wanted to.
Propping herself up with her elbows stretched back behind her that sat atop the counter, Kerstin kept her gaze on the dancers, her mind tracing over the song ahead and recognizing it before she ran over the lyrics in her head. She was somewhat bored; regretting coming by herself, but the drinks would make up for it all. She’d probably leave soon anyways.
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Dec 31, 2006 18:09:16 GMT -5
Rachael came into the bar, ready to meet some new people. That's what she needed. A friend. Or two. Well, she would take what she could get. She'd just endd her shift at The Grill and well, it hadn't went oh-so well. She walked in, wearing her only 'real' cocktail-party dress. It was an old Dolce & Gabbana dress her mom hadn't worn in years and the girl had taken it with her... To her sweet sixteen, and her prom and to every other party or formal event she had to go to. She could afford a new dress, but this dress was lucky - or so she thought. She'd never spilled a thing on it, and trust me, that's lucky for Rach.
The sweet girl walked in, scanning the area. Hm. Dancing, drinking and well, partying. She decided to opt for a drink and maybe /loose/ up a bit. She walked over to the bar, noticing a girl drinking alone. Wow, she was pretty. The bartender came by and asked what she wanted, which took the girl by surprise. What /did/ she want?
"A-a beer?" she asked, since that was the only alcoholic drink that had popped in her mind at the moment. The man handed her her drink, as she paid for it graciously. "Thanks." she said, taking a sip of her beer way for delicately than how most people drank beer. She smiled at the girl who was there, "Hi." she said, putting her drink down. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Dec 31, 2006 19:40:22 GMT -5
With a warm greeting flowing through her eyes, Kerstin turned to take sight of a girl in a beautiful dress. It was truthfully gorgeous, as was she.
“Hello. Kerstin.” She replied, holding out a hand for the other to shake. She seemed almost...so very innocent, like she could fess up to anything. Her smile was cute also, although all these thoughts could stir into another thought about the questioning of being a lesbian, which Kerstin was definitely /not/.
Crossing her legs, Kerstin let a warm smile be offered to the other. She didn’t seem like she was some stuck-up prick who would annoy her within the matter of minutes. For all she knew, the girl could just be mature than any of the other girls, older at that.
“Are you new to the city?” she asked, not knowing whether or not she has ever seen the other. In any case, New York City was a big city, and it was very possible that Kerstin didn’t know /everyone/. As a matter of fact, she knew she didn’t.
occ: Bleh, short, sorry.
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Dec 31, 2006 20:08:22 GMT -5
"Rachael." she said, "Rachael Di Campari." The girl smiled sweetly at the brunette, taking her hand and shaking it softly. She was glad this girl seemed nice, remembering all the bitches she'd met back in high school. It seemed in all-girls schools, girls competed with each other twenty-four-seven. There were always catfights breaking out or new cliques forming. It was horrible.
"Is it that obvious?" she said, chuckling softly as the girl asked her if she was new. She nodded, "Yeah. I-I just moved here like, a week ago." she explained. Well, she kind of /had/ to move to New York. Her mother had thrown her out fo the house after the old croak decided to pack up and move to Cabo. Rachael had the choice to go with her, only if she promised to try modeling again, but girl denied that and her mother sent her to the Big Apple with enough cash to last two months. After that, who knew what she'd be doing. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Jan 1, 2007 12:58:58 GMT -5
“Rachael.” She stated, as if making the name a mental note in her head. She was never one to have trouble with others names, but first-time meetings needed a reassuring vibe as to not forget. “It is nice to meet you, Rachael.” Kerstin added with a wide smile, another tequila being set before her. Gripping the glass with her scrawny fingers, Kerstin let the temperature from the liquid overcome the hand. It’d have been rude to take a swig of the beverage while she was meeting someone new.
Kerstin laughed lightly at Rachael’s comment. “No, it wasn’t /that/ obvious. I just wanted to make sure, just in case I assumed you were and you weren’t. I’d have started rambling on about life in the ‘big city’. If you weren’t knew, that have been making a fool of myself.” She answered, her smile growing wider. In truth, she would have covered every little detail about New York before asking if the girl was new. But, she was, so it wouldn’t really have mattered, although, Kerstin would most likely put Rachael to sleep. She wasn’t so good at explaining things, telling stories, or, well, she just wasn’t so good with words all of the time.
“New York is pretty good. I’m sure you’ll have the time to fit in.” She added before finally taking a drink of her tequila.
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 13:55:41 GMT -5
The girl laughed along, her fingers tapping slightly on the counter. Pure nervousness it was, but she stopped as the girl spoke. "Oh.." she said softly as she explained herself,. "Right." she said softly as the girl told her she'd fit in, "It's.. big." she finished by saying, laughing softly. "I mean like, I've never lived in a big city like this and everything is so fast-paced and.. So, how long you've been here?" she asked the girl curiously as she took a small sip of her beer.
Kerstin.
She had to remember that, but then Rachael didn't have trouble either. The girl's mind was as organized as her sock drawer - which surprisingly /was/ oddly organized. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Jan 1, 2007 21:12:52 GMT -5
Tough question.
How long /had/ she been here? Honestly, Kerstin couldn’t remember the move too well, but she guess it was around six or seven years. Seven, yeah, that was it.
“I think seven years. Yes. I moved her from north Florida, quite a change for me as well, but I adjusted to it rather quickly.” She said, a content smile applied on her soft lips.
“But yes, it is a big city. I’ve gotten lost plenty of times.” She laughed, glad to have met this girl; she seemed nice.
“So, did your whole family move here, or was it just you...?” she asked, curious as to why she had moved her, anyway, everyone most likely had a reason.
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 22:28:34 GMT -5
She laughed softly, "Maybe I should carry a GPS around with me.." she said. The girl smiled sweetly at Kerstin, getting a really good vibe about this girl. "Just me." she said, immediatly confessing her whole life story, even though the girl was still a stranger. She didn't know why, but it seemed she could trust her.
"My mom and I... Don't really get along." she said, "So when she decided to move to Cabo, she sent me here, betting I coulnd't last more than a week without her." she said, shaking her head softly. "So I hope I can prove her wrong." she said, smiling. She knew she'd be able to prove her wrong, she had to. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Jan 1, 2007 22:41:53 GMT -5
“A GPS, huh?” Kerstin laughed along, enjoying Rachael’s company; glad to learn she wasn’t a stuck-up bitch like most of the New York girls.
Hmm, she had come to the big apple alone.
Kerstin felt then that she could be a service to the new comer, glad to help her with any thing, and ready to answer her questions.
She liked the welcoming and warm smiles that Rachael often gave off. It made Kerstin feel as if there could be a great friendship developing, which was good, in the big city, it was hard to find good, true friends.
Kerstin’s smile that has once creased her lips had disappeared almost instantly when Rachael spoke of her mother and how the two didn’t get along. Thoughts of her own mom, and how they /did/ get along rushed back to her. It was said really, the fact that Rachael didn’t have a good relationship with her mother. Kerstin felt Rachael’s pain, as much as she felt her own.
The smile took part on her face again; reassuring the moment would be okay.
“Well, I’m here to help you. If you want, you can call me or talk to me anytime. I’ll be here to help you prove your mother wrong.” She said with a small laugh.
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 22:54:07 GMT -5
"Oh my god.." she said, grinning. She put her hand over her chest, as if designating her heart. "You are /so/ sweet." she told the girl, "Wait. Lemme get your number.." she said, taking out her cellphone. She beeped her way into 'contacts' and looked back at the girl, awaiting an answer.
"So.. You live here with your whole family?" she asked curiously. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Jan 1, 2007 23:26:53 GMT -5
Kerstin laughed, appreciating the comment that had been received from Rachael, she too was a sweetheart. She knew they’d be able to get along really well.
“Okay, my number is 455-8126.” She stated, realizing she had not had her phone on her and regretting it to some extent.
“Yes, well, my father and my brother.” She answered before continuing. “My mother died when I was ten.” She finished, a smile still present as if to hide back shame and tears.
Whoa, did she just tell her entire life story...to a /stranger/? It had taken Kerstin years before she could handle the truth herself, and she had just gone and told Rachael. Okay, so she definitely could trust the girl, but still...weird. The astonishing part is the fact that Kerstin didn’t regret telling her; maybe it was a sign...
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 23:38:19 GMT -5
The girl typed it in and saved it, before slipping her phone back in her purse. "Thanks." she said, before tilting her head to the side slightly as she listened to the girl. A small frown came to her face as she heard about Kerstin' mother's death.
"Oh." she said softly, "I'm sorry."
It was the polite thing to say, but Rachael really had no idea how to respond to that. She'd never lost someone so close to her, except her bunny when she was ten, but.. That didn't really compare of course.
"T-that's cool." she started softly, thinking it was best not to linger too much with the 'death' topic. "That you live with your brother and father." she added, smiling softly. "Oh!" she said, suddenly remembering something. "I am having this slumber party on friday.. I know, totally childish." she said, smirking. "But yeah, so I'm inviting all my new friends.. You wanna come?" she asked the girl. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Jan 1, 2007 23:54:32 GMT -5
Kerstin nodded with a ‘no problem’ look upon her face, watching as Rachael slipped the phone into her purse.
She looked forward to getting to know the girl better.
“Oh, it is okay.” She stated, sensing the fact that Rachael didn’t want to stay on the topic, but she wouldn’t argue because, truthfully, neither did Kerstin. It was really okay though, Kerstin had accepted it a long while back, not feeling much when the subject came up, though it was avoided in her house amongst her father and brother. The family, together, didn’t take it too well.
Hmm, a slumber party?
Kerstin laughed at her words, shaking her head lightly. “No, it isn’t childish. I’d love to come.” She stated with a warm smile, soft chuckles escaping her throat as she picked up her drink once more to down the remains of it.
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 2, 2007 0:06:02 GMT -5
"Yay!" she said, clapping her hands excitedly. "Although, you might be the only one there, since you're the first girl I've met so far.." she said, smiling sheepishly.
She took her drink, finally fnishing it too. "This is gonna so fun." she said, grinning. "What do you think we should do?" she asked, trying to get a suggestion on plans and such. So far she thought they could rent a movie, talk boys, makeup and life.. Definately eat as much junk food as they could, since it seemed girls nowadays never did that.
"I thought we could rent a movie.. And like, talk." she said. |
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Post by Kerstin Vought on Jan 2, 2007 15:21:25 GMT -5
“Well, even if I am, we will make it a big one.” Kerstin said, laughing at her comment and at the little celebration Rachael had for herself. “Anyway, I’m sure we could round up a few other girls, if not, then, oh well.” She added with a wide, tooth grin.
What did girls usually do when others spent the night over? Many feelings were usually exposed, laughter was shared, and movies were watched. If there was no planning that took part, then things would go by year, still almost guaranteed for a good time.
“Oh, I don’t know. I mean, the usual. We can talk about politics, school...” Kerstin joked, thought trying to make herself sound serious, I mean, really, people had to have some sense of humor. “I’m just kidding. We can talk about boys and stay up all night.” She concluded, liking the feeling that she was going to feel like a little girl again.
“Oh, movies are a good idea too. There must be popcorn though!” Kerstin exclaimed, though making it a bigger deal than it was. Yeah, embarrassing.
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