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Post by angellicmyth on Aug 3, 2010 22:39:20 GMT -5
The evening was the best time of day. Right before the night time. Arlen loved the nightlife, but the evening was fun as well. The parking lot was filling up at the bar, young kids from the high school were sitting outside their cars with the hoods open, showing off their engines.
Arlen pulled into the parking lot with his 2011 showcase Dodge Charger. He smiled as he looked at the kids and some of the adults eying it. Smiling as he parked he took his leather jacket and got out of the car. His outfit is a black hat with a black shirt with a wolf howling at a skull moon.
Walking into the bar, Arlen looked at the bartender and flashed his ID, the bartender didn't even ask for it. Arlen ordered a vodka and coke. He sat at the bar and watched people walk around and mingle. He turned to the electronic satellite jukebox and he played Airplanes by B.o.B.
The night was setting and he smiled, the night life was about to get started, and he was about to become A list. Being the son of a famous Producer had it's benefits in the past, but now that he was the famous Producer, it made things so much easier. He was going to find a new talent, he also was looking for a new roommate as well.
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kitkatbar
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Post by kitkatbar on Aug 3, 2010 23:06:10 GMT -5
how in heaven's name did she ever get roped into this? better yet— how did this even happen? annabelle riley, at a bar. it was almost laughable. she was sure that if anyone else from school saw her, they'd think they needed to get their eyes checked. annabelle riley, with the 4.0 GPA. annabelle who wanted to study english at NYU and had dreams of joining the american ballet theatre. annabelle who never did anything remotely wrong in her life. at a bar.
if she had a drier sense of humor, she would laugh. but she didn't, so instead she stood around uncomfortably ignoring a certain friend she was currently very upset with. "geez, lighten up, anna. it's not like we're the only ones from the academy here. you seriously need to get out more... didn't you say that yourself? anna scoffed, "this wasn't exactly what i had in mind..." the former comment was received with an eye roll. "what would you rather we have done? gone to the library?"
was she really that boring? was that the most people expected of her? that she... go the library? it was a ridiculous and exaggerated thought. as a matter of fact, anna thought proudly, she'd only been to the library twice in the last year, thank you. but when she thought about what everyone else thought of her, she only came up with boring adjectives. boring being one of them.
"so are you just going to stand there looking like an idiot?" her friend asked. "i do not look like an idiot." "you kind of do..." "then i shall proceed to stand here, if you do not mind," anna answered with a glare. all she got was a fine before her companion went off in another direction to join a few of the other kids from richmond. she couldn't believe... well, she didn't think she would actually leave. her perplexity was replaced with indignation, and anna flopped ungracefully onto a stool with a huff.
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Post by temperance allyce jericho on Aug 3, 2010 23:34:10 GMT -5
OUTFIT
it was open mic night at the afterlife bar and once again, temperance was there. she had perfected the fake id, not that she needed it anymore. she had been at the last six open mic nights and the guy at the door just gave her a little nod as he let her pass "Thanks Babe..." she said with a smile and a pat on the doorman's shoulder, hearing the objections of the line of people waiting to get in. tempe just smirked and made her way back to the greenroom to sign in. she had a new song she wanted to try out and tonght would be a great night. the bar was already filling up and she had become comfortable with the atmosphere and the back up band who by now she knew all on first name basis.
as the emcee announced her name, tempe jericho, the dark haired singer took the stage and waved to the crowd. "Hey guys! I've got a new one tonight so be easy on me okay?" tempe chuckled as she turned to quickly que the band. the guitarist began at a slow smooth tempo and tempe sang along, her voice smooth, clear, and in perfect pitch. tempe looked around as she sang and the song gained tempo, the audience began swaying and dancing to her music. for the first time since she stepped on stage, tempe felt like she could breathe again they like it... ok temp... breathe... finish the song and pass out later she thought as the song picked up more of a rock feel.
just as tempe fell into her element, the song ended, and she was forced to let the next performer have a chance. tempe hopped down off the stage and made a beeline for the bar. she needed a drink, infact she always did after a performance, because she sang so hard that her voice was usually a little raspy. people gave their opinions of her as she passed by and she thanked them all with a bright smile. finally to the bar, she grabbed a stool and ordered her favorite drink. "Sex on the Beach, Jake" jake, the bartender on duty tonight. she knew them all but she liked him the best because he didn't id her. "Good song tonight, Temp" temperance just answered with a smile and a sip of her drink.
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Post by angellicmyth on Aug 5, 2010 15:40:59 GMT -5
Open mic night was one of the few reasons Arlen was here tonight. He couldn't go to a nightclub in a big city without people recognizing him. He had to be sure no one was being fake and a fraud when he came to see them, so he chose a bar where actual talent would be found. He smiled at the bartender when he brought him a second vodka and coke.
Arlen was the type of person to survey a room when he entered it. He was very perceptive, just by looking he knew this building had three exits and one in the back. He also knew that the cabinet under the bar is where the safe was that had all of the big money from the night. He also noticed the blonde girl at the bar who didn't look like she belonged here and the brown haired girl that was on the stage that is now at the bar. She was good, maybe good enough to be brought in for a recording deal.
Looking at her he smiled and he offered to buy her another drink. He looked at the blonde girl and offered to buy her a drink as well. He smiled at them both and he asked "What brings two lovely ladies such as yourself, to a place like this?"
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