Post by Calicora Marson on Oct 14, 2008 20:03:36 GMT -5
She could feel the music throbbing, the young teens searching for love. She could smell the alcohol, the cigarette smoke, the sweat. She loved it, every single bit. Her body basically shook as she stood outside of the club doors, reluctant to enter.
It had been a week since her parents had sent her here. A week since she had left New York City. A week she had been in beautiful Miami beach. Beautiful Miami. The place she was supposed to recover in. The place she was going to get wilder at.
Her golden brown, wavy locks fell to her shoulders, her pale face painted with black eyeliner, red lipstick, and pale pink blush. Her body was clothed in a tight blue tank top with the bottom cut off, her rock hard abdomen bare. She wore a denim skirt that just gave a peek to the hot pink thong she was wearing underneath it. Her blue heels clicked as she began to walk into the club, the straps loose on her calves.
Calli pushed open the club doors and took a deep breath. She smiled to herself, loving the heavy, thick air. She looked around, seeing the teens dancing dirtily in the center, couples making out in the dark corners, and her destination lay in front of her. She clicked towards the bar and slapped a bill on the counter. "Give me a bottle." She looked around, her body already sleek with a thin sheet of sweat. She grabbed the Budweiser from the bartender and took a long pull, loving the feeling of the beer trickling down her throat.
The beer almost gone, she placed it on a table and grabbed a cigarette from a random carton laying around. She grabbed the lighter and took in a deep drag. Sighing, Calli leaned against the table, looking for someone to party away the night with...
It had been a week since her parents had sent her here. A week since she had left New York City. A week she had been in beautiful Miami beach. Beautiful Miami. The place she was supposed to recover in. The place she was going to get wilder at.
Her golden brown, wavy locks fell to her shoulders, her pale face painted with black eyeliner, red lipstick, and pale pink blush. Her body was clothed in a tight blue tank top with the bottom cut off, her rock hard abdomen bare. She wore a denim skirt that just gave a peek to the hot pink thong she was wearing underneath it. Her blue heels clicked as she began to walk into the club, the straps loose on her calves.
Calli pushed open the club doors and took a deep breath. She smiled to herself, loving the heavy, thick air. She looked around, seeing the teens dancing dirtily in the center, couples making out in the dark corners, and her destination lay in front of her. She clicked towards the bar and slapped a bill on the counter. "Give me a bottle." She looked around, her body already sleek with a thin sheet of sweat. She grabbed the Budweiser from the bartender and took a long pull, loving the feeling of the beer trickling down her throat.
The beer almost gone, she placed it on a table and grabbed a cigarette from a random carton laying around. She grabbed the lighter and took in a deep drag. Sighing, Calli leaned against the table, looking for someone to party away the night with...