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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 9, 2007 21:34:14 GMT -5
"DO. YOU. SPEAKY. INGLES. ??" she called over the loud music to the bar tender. "I. WANT. A. GIANT. MARGARITA," Daylin repeated for what seemed like the millionth time, using her freshly manicured hands to mime a huge margarita. "TO. SHARE." Nodding hopefully, she was glad to see the bartender finally smiled in understanding. "THANK YOU! Fucking immigrants," she muttered, as she'd heard her father mutter countless times. The fact that they were in Mexico and these people are native citizens completely escaped dear Daylin.
"Don't forget to use Patron, you ingrate!" she screeched after the man as he waved her away. Frowning, Daylin took a seat on one of the barstools, her beige-colored patent open-toed Dior pumps resting on the little bar that circled the base of the stool. "Where the fuck is she?" Daylin muttered, her baby blues scanning the dance floor for her bestie entering the club. It was her birthday, after all, and Daylin had done all of this for her.
She adjusted her Versace halter dress. It had a plunging neckline, like that of a bikini and left very little to the imagination. It suited her not-so-pint sized bust, however, and the black/brown/beige printed material hugged her figure, ending just above her knees. It was more classy than the usual attire Daylin sported at the club, but it was sexy none-the-less.
Setting her "crossword" Fendi clutch on the bar, she turned to face the massive margarita before her. "Patron, right?" she questioned, making sure the tequila used was top-quality. The bartender just shrugged and walked away. He was just jealous that she'd rather go down on this here alcoholic beverage than him. Daylin took a sip, nodding approvingly. This would be a great start to her and Coop's night.
Now, if only her bestie/roomie would show up. Novel.  |
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 9, 2007 22:01:39 GMT -5
Miss Cooper crawled out of her mess-of-a-bed and slowly stood up. Her hands darting to her eyes and rubbing them while letting out a groan. It was only like what? Ten at night? Why was she sleeping? Oh yes, because she had been up partying last night and didn't make it to bed until three that morning. But still, today was Whitley's birthday, the least she could do was actually wake up and make an appearance. Which is exactly what she planned on doing, at the club, with her best friend and how ever many people decided to show their gorgeous faces. Because, if you're a friend of Whitley and Daylin, you better as fuck be gorgeous.
Ridding herself of her clothes, or rather tank top and panties, Whitley grabbed an outfit that hung from two hangers on her dressers, the price tags still dangling from the thin fabric. Slipping the black linen shorts over her slender hips, Whit zipped them up and buttoned them. Twirling in a circle in front of her full-length mirror before taking the top off the hanger and pulling it over her messy blond locks. The black BCBG lily viscose tank top clung to her upper torso, accenting her curves and her tanned collarbone. Ooh, black on black? She made it damn sexy and you knew it.
Shuffling her freshly painted toenails across the carpeted floor, the now nineteen year-old made her way to her bathroom, the black polish contrasting against the tiled floor. Climbing on top of the counter, she sat down in front of the mirror and grabbed her makeup bag, unzipping the lime green pouch and pulling out the essentials: foundation, powder, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, eyelash curler, mascara, and lip gloss. Applying the war paint, Whitley took extreme care while brushing the black eyeshadow across her lids and then lining them, giving her that perfect 'Smokey' look. Flicking the mascara over her eyelashes she proceeded on to the lip gloss before leaving the products on the counter and skipping back into her bedroom.
Glancing at the alarm clock, she rolled her eyes. Oh come one, that did SO not take half an hour. But it had, and now the pretty little princess was fifteen minutes late.. to her own party. But, it was all good, because anyone that knew Whitley knew that she was ALWAYS fashionably late.
Running a pair of freshly French-manicured fingers through her ohso straight hair, Whit decided that all she needed to do was run a brush through it, add a 'poof' and her plastic tiara, it would be great. Doing so, she spritz some Coco Mademoiselle on her neck and then her wrists before slipping on a pair of black natural patent leather and bamboo wedge sandals, Whitley checked her appearance once more before exiting out of her bedroom and then the suite itself. Making sure to grab her white and black Chanel purse and her Sidekick also.
Once out of the hotel, Whitley glanced down the road, the club was in view so taking a cab would be unnecessary and annoying. Walking the five blocks to the club, Whitley gave the bouncer a kiss on the cheek and entered the steamy, loud club, her vibrant green eyes scanning the room for DC. Ahhh, there she is! Skipping to the bar, Miss Cooper did a turn in front of Daylin before sitting down and slinging her purse onto the counter. "Hello gorgeouss!!" Leaning over Daylin, she took a sip from the Margarita and grinned. Ohyess, Patron bitch.
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Post by Emmalie Hope Nelson on Jul 9, 2007 22:13:47 GMT -5
Emma walked up to the bar and ordered herself a mike's hard with a lil piece of lemon. It took awhile for the bartender to bring it over so she figured they didnt have much people working there for them. She noticed Daylin near the end of the bar sitting so Emma walked over and said "hey Daylin, nice outfit you have on."
Emma sat down beside Daylin to talk to her about anything interesting, which she didnt really care what Daylin brought up to talk about. Emma was wearing a different type of outfit she normally wore to a nightclub/bar place which consisted of a super short skort(skirt/shorts), and a pink/white halter tank top and not her normal pair of high heels very thin heels tho.
After her first mike's Emma ordered another mike's hard lemonade even she normally had 1 at a nightclub and more at home she decided to change her routine on that a bit. |
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Post by Stella Adams on Jul 9, 2007 22:41:33 GMT -5
Party like__
Stella had made a full recovery from her major "fashion no-no" earlier that day. Every once in a while, Stella bought a few modern outfits which had nothing to do with her love for vintage. These outfits of course were fairly expensive because she had saved up quite a large sum of money to buy these kinds of things.
The clickity-clack noise came from her brown-ish Chanel Pumps, they were of course a perfect addition to any outfit, and she adored them so much. Not only did they pull the whole outfit together, they were just too cute for any girl not to buy. Stella's hair was in her normal fashion, curly, slight frizz and rested on her slender shoulders. Her dress, well her dress didn't have any fancy names on it, but because of the design and the store she bought it from, it cost this "penny-less" girl a fortune.
This dress was a darker brown, not a completeley utterly repulsive brown, a nice subtle, dark brown. Besides, who could go wrong with an oh-so-fashionable halter dress? It draped down to her knees and flared out ever so slightly, the flare began right after her waist, it was a light material, and you could barely feel it. It wasn't formal, just semi-formal, perfect for a good friend's party.
Stella scanned the club with her icy blue eyes, wondering if Daylin was already here. When she spotted her and Whitley, her heart sunk. They were dressed in such gorgeous attired, clearly Stella couldn't compare. She was better off to avoid one of her besties for the whole night or she might get criticized for her "none-designer" clothes. "Boy oh boy, I wish I was rich," she muttered to herself. But there was a better wish, Stella wished that she was gorgeous like Daylin, because Daylin could sport Stella's clothes way better than Stella could.
"Oh well, there's still a lot of bar space left," she told herself in a positive way. She skipped towards the bar and sat down on the stool and patiently waited for the bartender to take her order.
"What can I get y'all?" the bartender asked. The Texas accent he had made Stella chuckle slightly.
"Uhhh, I will have a Cesar please," she ordered, there was a slight delay of about a minute or two, but then the crisp tomato based drink lay in the grasp of Stella. She took a sip and sighed in relief. It had been such a long time since she had a Cesar, it tasted like heaven. The only thing she really didn't care for was the celery stick, she never really cared for celery, not one bit.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 9, 2007 23:11:20 GMT -5
Daylin temporarily diverted her stare from the massive margarita, only to see the birthday girl walk in. Just looking at her outfit, it was immediately apparent why they were best friends. "Ehmahgawddd!!" she squealed, leaning over on her stool to give Coop a much-deserved hug, "You look absolutely gawjuss tonight, dahling. Happy delish 19!" She'd already decided that 16's were sweet and 19's were delish. Only Daylin Connors...
Taking a few more sips of the margarita, she smiled contently, turning on her stool to scan the floor for hotties. That's what it's all about, right?
It was then she noticed Stella a few stools down, "Adams! What the fuck? Come 'ere," she called to her. With a voice like Daylin's, let's just say there's no way Stella couldn't have heard her. What was one of DC's bitches doing way over there, anyways? At least her outfit had improved from that morning. Considerably, too. Daylin noticed the Dior shoes immediately.
Turning back to the margarita, which was already half-way gone, Dayling held up her hand to get the bartender's attention. "Hey hombre! Hook us up with a round of Jager shots!" she ordered with a grin that stretched from ear-to-ear. There's nothing in the world that gets Daylin as excited as alcohol does. Well, maybe one other thing - shoes. |
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 9, 2007 23:30:06 GMT -5
Whitley wrapped her arms a little too tightly around Daylin, she probably could've broken the bulimic barbie right then and there. Ooh, Coop knew about Miss Connors problemo? Of-fucking-course. She only lived with the bitch. And it's not like Whitley was innocent. Ohno! She had spent some quality time with the porcelain bowl every now and then. Especially when she felt the urge to fit into that dress. It was the only way she could bump the other models and make something of herself. "Ohhh, thanks!! I bought it yesterday before the partyy. Isn't it just fuckingg hott?? Thankss, babieee. It was a great idea to come heree tonightt."
Pouring the last of the drink down her throat, Miss Cooper glanced over the selection tonight. It was pretty dead.. except for some of the girls. But in order for Whitley to actually like another bitch like that.. she would need some hard liquor."Fuckyes. Bring on the Jager!!: The nineteen year-old's eyes rolled at Miss Stellar herself was called to, why the fuck did she have to be here?? On MY night of all nights?! Oh well, Whitley would just have to deal.
Fixing the plastic tiara atop her head, Whitley pounded her fist on the counter, "Let's try today, Jose!!" When it came down to patience, Whitley had none for people that didn't serve her alcohol, fast. I mean, was it not their job to serve it to them, fast? They should all be fired. She would definitely be talking to their manager about this.[/color]
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 9, 2007 23:46:59 GMT -5
It was right about then that Princess Daylin noticed sixteen-year old brunette approach her. Honestly, it was dreadful enough that her BFFN, Stella, rocked anything less than platinum, but this one just looked... mousy. Her teeth weren't exactly picture-perfect either, the front two demanded attention.
Nice move, gopher. She thought to herself. "At least she knows fashion sense when she sees it. Even if she doesn't practice said concept," she muttered to Coop, though the little mousy one probably heard her. When Daylin spoke ill of people behind their backs, she made no effort to conceal it. The girl was even trying to act badass by drinking alcohol when she was clearly underage. Ew, desperation. "Uhmm. Yeah... could you, like, not sit near me? Thanks, babe," Daylin gave the girl a catty wink before turning to the shots Jose had just brought them.
"Let's do it, girlie!!" she squealed eagerly, waiting for Coop to be ready so they could slam back the shot in unison. Daylin winced as the substance slid down her throat, burning it with the herbal taste. She needed something to wash it down. Glancing about, she saw a guy with a rum&coke beside her. "Thanks, doll," she grabbed his drink -whether he liked it or not, and he probably liked it- and took a long sip. Okay, so DC is fond of her Bacardi and Coke, give her a break.
Sliding the beverage back over to him, though it was half-empty now, she turned back to the bday girl. "Let's go dance, baybee!!" Grinning, Daylin slid off the stool and grabbed her clutch. |
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 10, 2007 0:08:22 GMT -5
She made no effort to hide her staring green eyes from Miley. Oh-my-god. Turning away she put her hand over her mouth. What? Did you want her to throw up then and there? Nodding in agreement with her best friend, she laughed. Aw, poor little girl. Maybe she just need some.. guidance. Too bad Whitley didn't have any patience for un-naturals. Ohnoway.
Whitley shot the bartender a sarcastic smile. Took you fucking long enough, yeah? Snatching one of the shot glasses up between her little fingers, "Ohyess. Let's?" Tipping the glass back, she let alcohol run down her throat, shaking her head once it was finally down. Gahhh. She loved the stuff, of course, but she always reacted the same way when she drank it. It was just so.. fucking good. :]
Watching Daylin take the guys drink, she leaned over the bar and blew a kiss to him. Aw, he was kinda cute. As Daylin left the bar, Whitley followed, making sure to hand Mr. Jose her purse and motioning him to put it behind the bar. "You better fucking watch it. It's worth more than you. Comprehend-eh?" Taking her best friend's hand in hers, she continued out to the dance floor. Time to have funnn.
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