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Post by Maya Gotin on Mar 17, 2011 14:36:40 GMT -5
Maya strode into the Cave. She didn't come here often, but her boss had told her that she needed to come here and scope out the people here, thinking that she might find great story material here. Though looking around she could tell that she just might find a good story. Who knew what kind of people walked into this building with the hopes of finding sex without being tied down, or a cheap thrill for that matter. If it turned out to be someone important, Maya would definitely have a great story on her hands.
She made her way over to the bar, trying her best not to run into any of the making out couples, or scantily-clad waiters. She grimaced. If she didn't hear of a good enough story here, she wasn't going to be happy with her boss making her come here. Maya wasn't one for going to a place to get drunk all the time. Though she couldn't be sure, she was thinking that a lot of these people could be the Cave's regulars. She wasn't one to judge though.
Maya took a seat at the bar. "Get me an appletini as soon as you can, please." She told the bartender. She spun around in her seat, looking towards the crowd. She had to look like she was a part of this crowd, had to fit in with these... creeps somehow. She decided she'd sit here and drink, whooping once for one of the dancers, just to seem right. One of them even started coming towards her, dancing the way down. She put her hand out and shook her head. "Yeah, no way, big boy." She frowned when he wouldn't relent, rolling her eyes. "Fine." She told him as she handed him a dollar, raising her brow. He walked away looking rather dejected. "Have a nice day." She shouted after him.
She took her notepad out of her bag, beginning to observe all the people. She hoped that a good story would come out of this.
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Scott Flaurer
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Post by Scott Flaurer on Mar 26, 2011 22:16:18 GMT -5
( hey, soul sister ) [/font]  ( ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo )[/color][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Leon stormed backstage, looking extremely annoyed as he clutched a dollar bill between his fingers. Scott had always admired the guy. He was one of the more brutish guys in the club. His huge muscles always bulged out from everywhere, like one of those body builders in magazines or one of those people who overdosed with steroids. Bumping into Scott, he had to find his center quickly to avoid being pushed back or to keep from toppling over. Luckily, someone behind him kept him in place. "What a bitch," he had been mumbling to himself, making the younger boy more curious as to what had him annoyed. He thought of asking, but then decided otherwise, figuring that he just might make the bigger guy more furious. As though he was thinking out loud, Leo spoke, facing him. "Get out there. Looks like the ladies like them scrawny." He shoved him out into the club, leaving Scott wondering what his entire issue was. Did he get turned down? Most likely that was the case. But, why take the anger out on him? He scratched his head, confused.
Considering he was out there, then he might as well just get on to business. Wearing a plain black shirt and some jeans, he easily blended in as a customer of the place. He scanned the place, trying to look for someone who might be interested, but all he saw was a flood of people dancing or making out or doing more than just making out all over the place. How was he supposed to find anyone then if everyone was just too busy? The boy frowned, making his way to the bar, seemingly the easiest place to catch the lone customers who might want a good time. He sat across the bar, taking the glass that the waiter had given him, before scanning the room once again.
From across him, he saw this pretty girl who seemed like she wasn't having the best time ever. Instead of moving around and dancing or trying to mingle, she had a pen on her hand and a notepad lying on the bar counter. What was she doing in a place like this then? He looked over at her, studying her, quite amused at what he was singing. He was so engrossed in watching the girl that he didn't even notice the guy beside him, grasping his leg, trying to have a fun night.
[/color][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -( the way you move ain't fair, you know )[/font] ( tag ) Maya, Open?
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) -hops on-
( music ) Smooth - Rob Thomas Feat. Santana
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color] |
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Post by Maya Gotin on Mar 27, 2011 15:40:52 GMT -5
Maya was still looking around the room, trying to find any source that she could use in her next column. So far she hadn't seen anything too exciting. You would think being at a sleazy strip joint you'd see all kinds of juicy writing material, but so far the only thing close to worth writing that she'd since was that two of the dancing girls had gotten in a fist fight. That was not what Maya called an exciting read. But wait? What was that she saw in the corner there? By her left foot, it was the Mayor! And he was stuffing a fifty into the panties of a sleazy dancer! Maya fist pumped and bounced in her seat a bit, grabbing her notebook and making sure to write "Where Our Tax Money Is Going" on the top of it.
Maya was practically squealing with excitement. This story was probably the best that she'd had in months! Who cared if she had a civil job and that she was getting paid by the government. Heck, not even the Mayor himself knew who wrote the Gossip Column for the Faraway Times. He even wrote into her himself sometimes. That had been quite a laugh for Maya.
She was still busy scribbling away her notes on the story, when she looked back up to get another glance at the Mayor, but her view was now being blocked by some guy that had another guy clinging to his leg. The guy that was being clung to was staring at Maya, and she couldn't help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable. She looked at the other people surrounding her, making sure the guy in question actually was staring at her, and not one of the other patrons of the establishment.
She came to the conclusion that he was indeed staring at her, and she raised a brow at him. What did he want, and why was he staring at her? She didn't give off the appearance that she was one of these dancer people, did she? She was sure that she had left the house with a decent amount of clothing on. So why was she being looked at like she had a spider on her face, or something? Her eyes shifted around a bit before finally resting back on him.
"Uh, did you need something, or what?"
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Scott Flaurer
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Post by Scott Flaurer on Mar 27, 2011 20:56:09 GMT -5
( hey, soul sister ) [/font] ( ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo )[/color][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
There was something different about the girl before him. And it wasn't the butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of different. Gods, everyone knew that wouldn't be the case for Scott. But definitely, her presence had sparked some form of interest in the boy. What was she writing? Was she doing that because she was working as a writer? Or was she just extremely bored at the sights to see over there at the Cave that she simply resorted to keeping herself preoccupied? Could she be someone looking to work there, taking down notes from the scantily-clad men and women up on stage?
He had only realized that he was staring at her when she turned to look at him, responding in a rather cynical tone. His heart jumped, surprised by the notice that she was giving him, accidentally knocking his elbow against the ribs of the man next to him. Panicked, Scott apologized, but the man was too annoyed to even bother to listen. Leaving him alone, he turned red with embarrassment, before facing the girl once again.
"Um...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he shouted from across the bar, hoping that his voice managed to over power the music and the chatter from everyone else. He paused silently before standing up, deciding that he would just go back to his own business and leave the girl alone. However, his curiosity had bested him, and he ended up standing next to the girl. "I don't mean to bother, but... what are you doing?" he asked her innocently, glancing over at her notepad as though trying to check what she had scribbled down, if any.
He had hoped that his sudden interest and simple intrusiveness didn't seem as annoying than it actually was. The last thing he wanted to happen was lose a customer for the Cave.
[/color][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -( the way you move ain't fair, you know )[/font] ( tag ) Maya, Open?
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) -hops on-
( music ) Smooth - Rob Thomas Feat. Santana
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color] |
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