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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 26, 2009 22:11:25 GMT -5
 THIS CITY, WAS YOUR CITY[/font] heels on the sidewalk, begging for a back beat[/font] DON'T WORRY, I FIGHT DIRTYtonight's like a right hook[/font] ------------------------------[/center] The redheaded lead vocalist of Because We Can was a frequent patron of Oasis. Maybe frequent wasn't exactly the best word. Regular was more like it. Saint found herself at Fairview's hottest club multiple times throughout the week. Not every night, since she also liked to hang around with her friends or do some stupid shit, but she probably spent at least eighty percent of her nights there, getting drunk, dancing around, acting stupid and picking up guys and girls to share the night with, only to kick them out in the morning. Tonight was no different.
She'd been there for almost an hour, but instead of hitting the dance floor right away like she usually did, she hit the bar, instead. On most nights, she would pace herself so she could last longer without getting kicked out, but on occasion, she did like to go absolutely crazy and get herself kicked out. While that wasn't her intention when she entered the club, she had a feeling that the night would end that way, but she could care less.
Everybody always says that mixing drinks is a bad idea; if you're going to drink, stick to one and follow through. Saint, however, loved to break that little rule and she could hold her liquor like you wouldn't believe, so she didn't have to worry. Three shots of tequila and two Jack and Cokes later, she was loose and ready to have some fun. She hadn't come with her friends, but that didn't matter to her; even though she always had the most fun with them, Saint was perfectly capable of finding her own fun.
She hit the dance floor, getting lost upon the sea of bodies dancing and flailing to some fast-paced techno/rave-like song. It wasn't exactly her favourite kind of music, but it was easy to dance to and she couldn't exactly expect a dance club to bust out some punk or hard rock now, could she? The alcohol was definitely flowing now. Not enough to make the room spin or her stomach contents to make an appearance, but she could feel the buzz and she welcomed it.
She had only one thing on her mind, one plan, one intention; have a fucking good time tonight.
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Post by Matthew Shane Clark on Jul 27, 2009 9:23:36 GMT -5
 Get on your dancin' shoes
Theres one thing on your mind;;
Matt stepped out of the shower and towelled himself dry, singing loudly along to the blaring radio in the next room. He had the house to himself, as per usual, and had decided to hit the town. It wasnt like he had anything much else to do. Most of his friends were busy anyways, so he figured, well, why not? He pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and slid his feet into a pair of white trainers, pulling a black band tee for the cure over his head. His dark hair was almost dry as he shrugged on his blue hoodie and locked up, shoving the key into the hanging basket where it was always kept and heading off towards town.
It wasnt a huge distance into town, but it was far enough to be a good walk. He walked this way quite alot, since he tended not to drive on nights that he was planning on drinking - which admittedly was most evenings - and he thought it to be the height of lazyness to get a taxi the mere couple of miles into town, especially at the start of the night! It had been a warm day, and although the sun had set, it wasnt really all that cold yet.
Matty reached Oasis, the loud music thumping through the thick walls of the popular club. The que wasnt that long, but even so, Matt sidled up to the front and grinned at the bouncer, a friend of his from school who just rolled his eyes and let him past giving the same warning as he always did that he had better not be causing any trouble.
He wandered up to the bar, ordering a beer and downing it before turning to scan the dancefloor. He wasnt always one for the dancing, but it wasnt like he was smack bang in the middle of a completely riveting conversation tonight! Leaving the bar he headed out into the floor, already jam packed with sweaty bodies dancing to the beat. He started to dance in the throng with anyone and everyone, the vodka shots he'd had back at the house having been topped up by his beer starting to really pulse the alcohol through his veins.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 27, 2009 22:26:38 GMT -5
THIS CITY, WAS YOUR CITY [/font] heels on the sidewalk, begging for a back beat[/font] DON'T WORRY, I FIGHT DIRTYtonight's like a right hook[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Saint was anything but shy. Some people would be bothered by the atmosphere of the bouncing club and the closeness of the people and their dancing. Saint was not one of them. She moved her body wildly, bringing a hand up to rake through her hair as her body tried its best to keep up with the incredibly fast beat. Two songs and she was already sweating like she'd run a marathon, but that wouldn't stop her.
Not everybody liked dancing with strangers, most preferring to dance with friends. The redhead loved dancing with her friends but there were times when she enjoyed dancing with complete strangers even more; she could be wild and crazy and do stupid shit, and she'd probably never see them again so they didn't matter. She didn't mind the foreign bodies pressing up against her and pushing her about. In fact, she'd had her ass grabbed three times and her chest groped once already; whether it was on purpose was debatable, but she was far from caring.
The only thing Saint would prefer right now would be moshing to something that actually constituted as real music; something with a sound, that she could mosh and surf the crowd to. That would never happen at Oasis, so she pushed the thought from her mind and continued to dance (if you could really call it that), a grin on her face and booze flowing through her blood.
That was when a girl, who was clearly intoxicated out of her mind, stumbled on the dance floor, letting out a yelp of excitement as she crashed into Saint. In certain cases, the singer might have been pissed off, but she could relate to the girl very well and often found herself in that situation when she drank to much and was determined to have a good time, so she didn't hold a grudge. She stuck her hands out in front of her as the girl made impact, to shield herself and absorb some of the shock from the collosion. This sent the nineteen year-old stumbling backwards slightly, bumping into someone else behind her like the girl had just done to her.
She steadied herself three seconds later, a grin still on her face as she turned to face the person she was forced into. It was a guy around her age.
"Sorry, dude."
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Post by Matthew Shane Clark on Jul 28, 2009 4:58:46 GMT -5
Matty didnt dance all that often, but when he did, it was pretty wild! Lots of people were dancing together in groups of friends, and he milled easily through the crowd, thrashing about to the dance music. It wasnt the sort of sound he would usually pick, but a popular club like Oasis tended not to really play the rockier sounds that he preferred. Oh well, he was still having fun!
There wasnt much room on the floor, and everyone was constantly jostling for space. The tightly packed bodies shoving against one another, but not maliciously. More than half the floor was made up of groups of girls who he was more than happy to dance with before he got shoved away from then again by the constantly moving crowd. It was pretty stuffy, and he was feeling just a little too sober for the kind of carry on that was starting to happen on the floor, so Matt started to slowly edge his way back towards the edge of the crowd where he knew the bar was, still thrashing away to the music pretty vigorously. Matt was just nearing the edge of the floor when some girl came staggering into the crowd completely pissed out of her face. She fell and caused the inevitable domino effect. She tripped into a girl with ginger hair that was right infront of him, knocking her straight into Matt.
He stumbled back abit too, knocking more people over behind him and somehow more by luck than anything managing to sort of half catch the red haired girl and keep her on her feet; although that was possibly more to do with the fact that everyone was jammed in so tightly it was virtually impossible to fall over. She steadied herself on her feet and turned round to face Matt, a wide grin fixed on her pretty face.
"Its all good. Wasnt your fault!"
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 28, 2009 19:50:51 GMT -5
THIS CITY, WAS YOUR CITY [/font] heels on the sidewalk, begging for a back beat[/font] DON'T WORRY, I FIGHT DIRTYtonight's like a right hook[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "It's all good. Wasn't your fault!"
Well, she was glad he wasn't being an asshole about it, like a lot of other drunk, macho guys currently present in the club. She smiled and nodded, trying to keep herself from being thrown around any more, seeing as to how they were still on the dance floor, music was still playing and people were still dancing.
"Can I get you a drink?"
He had to shout over the loud music, but Saint was able to hear what he said. Her smile widened and she ran a hand through her hair to brush some loose strands out of her face. "Well, I'm not gonna turn down a free drink."
That was true; Gray Addison Michaels never turned down a drink. She also wasn't very subtle or shy, either. Some people found her too honest, in-your-face, and even arrogant, which she was. She didn't care, though. It's not like she could change any of those things, so she played them up, if anything.
"I'll take the hardest thing they've got."
She motioned her head toward the bar, beckoning him to follow her through the crowd of people as she tried to maneuver around them without getting thrashed into or knocked over. She didn't find it annoying, though. She actually liked the atmosphere, dodging bodies and throbbing music.
It took her a couple of minutes, but she finally made her way over to the bar and leaned up against it, waiting for the guy she'd crashed into three minutes before. She could use another drink, too, even though the last of the alcohol was still very much present in her system and pulsating.
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Post by Matthew Shane Clark on Jul 31, 2009 7:04:41 GMT -5
Matty laughed, watching her flick some stray strands of orange hair from her face with a fingertip. Of course nobody would say no to a drink if you put it that way! But he was still pretty sure that some people declined at some point or another. He himself was fortunate enough to have never suffered that particular embaressment. Seriously, how gutting would it be to ask a pretty girl if you could get her a drink and she basically replied, 'no chance pal! Away and boil yer head!' That would probably be the end of him if someone did that to Matty.
He nodded at her order, and followed her over towards the bar, letting the small girl carve her way though the milling people, packed tightly together like sardines in a can. Although they were, admittedly, considerably better smelling! A couple of people battered into him, but they hardly noticed the tall 6'2" teenager as he gently nudged them out of the way and followed the ginger girl to the bar, repeating her demand to the barman and asking for the same for himself. He picked up the two glasses and passed one to the girl.
"Im Matt by the way"
[/color] he said, hoping that she would just reply with her name so he didnt have to think up some incredibly corny pick up line to laugh it out of her. After all, that was the only thing they were good for anyway! Matty didnt think he actually know anyone who had managed to get a girl with one of those stupid lines. [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 31, 2009 18:05:05 GMT -5
THIS CITY, WAS YOUR CITY [/font] heels on the sidewalk, begging for a back beat[/font] DON'T WORRY, I FIGHT DIRTYtonight's like a right hook[/font] ------------------------------[/center] He'd followed closely behind, reaching the bar shortly after her and asking for two drinks. The bartender handed the nameless stranger the drinks and in turn, he handed one to her.
"I'm Matt, by the way."
Saint tipped the glass back, downing her drink in one gulp. It burned down her throat, but she welcomed it and embraced it. Once she was finished, she placed the empty glass on the counter of the bar.
"Saint. Not in the strictest sense, but that's what they call me."
And it was what she had been called since she was a kid. She wasn't exactly sure how it started, but it was a joke between her friends, now band mates; Gray Michaels was the farthest from a saint, hence, the joke. She liked it and hated Gray, so it stuck.
Matt seemed pretty cool. He hadn't used any cheesy pickup lines on her yet or tried to grab at her, so she figured he was worth her time. Sometimes the dumb, rough guys and stupid, slutty girls were fun, but for the most part, they were pretty boring. She cocked her head slightly to the side, scanning her eyes over Matt. He was taller than her, that much was clear, but the club was dark despite the occasionally flashing lights on the dance floor, making it hard to take in great detail. She took a few steps closer, staring up at him. Some might have thought the movement to be a strange one and it probably was, but she was focused on Matt, looking him over intently.
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Post by Matthew Shane Clark on Aug 3, 2009 15:08:28 GMT -5
As she tipped her glass up Matty did the same, downing the strong drink in a oner. It burned bitterly in the back of his throat, causing his breath to catch and he coughed slightly, putting the glass down just slightly too heavily and sliding it away accross the counter.
He laughed slightly at her nickname, grinning he replied.
"Im sure theyve got their reasons."
[/color] As Matt watched her his eyes subconciously flicked up and down her, taking in what she looked like without even thinking. He hadnt been able to get a very good look at her when they were pushing their way throught he jam packed bodies jostling for floor space. She was very pretty with distinctive fiery red hair, although that was one thing it would be pretty difficult to miss! If it hadnt been for her devillish expression at her insitance on a strong drink Matt could almost have believed that she was some sort of saint...Almost. Matt leaned casually against the bar, running one hand through his dark hair more out of habit than anything else. As the bartender went past he ordered another couple of shots of them nudging one in Saints direction before tipping his up and emptying the glass down his throat. "You come here much?"[/color] he asked once the burning sensation in his throat had receeded enough for him to talk properly again. Despite the dimly lit club with its random strobe lights, he was still pretty sure he recognised Saints face from somewhere, and then of course there was her completely unforgettable hair which would stand out a mile in any crowd! [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Saint Michaels on Aug 8, 2009 15:25:52 GMT -5
THIS CITY, WAS YOUR CITY [/font] heels on the sidewalk, begging for a back beat[/font] DON'T WORRY, I FIGHT DIRTYtonight's like a right hook[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Matt followed her previous action, dowing the drink in one gulp. He caughed slightly and Saint just smirked. The burn could do that to some people. She welcomed it and by now, was immune to its effects.
"Im sure they've got their reasons."
Saint shrugged. "Everybody does."
That was a universal truth the young redhead had come to learn. Everybody had a reason for everything, whether it be saying something strange or acting in a certain way or even giving a friend a nick name. There was always method to the madness, to quote Shakespeare.
Matt leaned against the bar, running a hand through his hair like Saint often did herself. He ordered another round of drinks and Saint just grinned, ready for another one. If she kept this up, downing this many drinks at this rate, she'd definitely have a hard time remembering the night... not that she cared. Getting drunk and stupid and having fun was her original plan, anyway. She grabbed the drinking, downing it in a second and slamming the empty glass back onto the counter.
"You come here much?"
"I guess you could say this is my home away from home."
She spent more time at Oasis than she did at home, but her time was mostly divided between the club and her friends, whether it be at their houses or just screwing off around town. Ever since the club had opened, she'd spent many, many nights here.
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Post by Matthew Shane Clark on Aug 16, 2009 5:30:16 GMT -5
"Everybody does."
He nodded his head slightly in agreement. "Too true."
[/color] She was right, everyone had a reason for everything. Even a seemingly totally selfless act was done either to prove a point, or by some people, just to feel good about themselves because they went out of their way to help someone else, more often than not a total stranger. It was just human nature, pure and simple. If humans werent selfish they'd have died long ago. That was it. Everything had a motive, and everyone had their reasons. You just had to accept it. He grinned and nodded at her words, knowing what she meant about the club. He practically lived here since his house was just down the road and things tended to get kinda boring in that place at night on his own. He tended not to hold house partys in order to avoid breaking too much stuff, but when there was one, everyone went all out! "Sure thing, I stay just down the road so its just a short walk anyways. Funny how we havent bumped into each other before."[/color] [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Saint Michaels on Aug 22, 2009 16:53:35 GMT -5
THIS CITY, WAS YOUR CITY [/font] heels on the sidewalk, begging for a back beat[/font] DON'T WORRY, I FIGHT DIRTYtonight's like a right hook[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Sure thing, I stay just down the road so its just a short walk anyways. Funny how we havent bumped into each other before."
Saint nodded, thinking the same thing herself. She didn't live as close as Matt did, but it wasn't too big of a hassle to get to Oasis. It was only a five minute drive (then again, Saint did drive at a insane pace), and walking took a little longer. Needless to say, Saint had never seen him before, which was odd, considering how much time they both spent in the place.
Then again, Saint was either too drunk to notice or remember anyone, or she never paid attention to anyone other than the person she knew she'd be going home with that night. There had to have been times when both of them were in the club at once, it was strange they'd never met.
"Well, we've met each other now," Saint shrugged, "I'd say it's fate, but I don't believe in that crap."
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Post by Matthew Shane Clark on Aug 31, 2009 12:58:24 GMT -5
Mattys bright eyes flicked across the small red head. He wasnt the tallest guy in the world, but she was quite petite. And exceedingly pretty. Gingers had a bit of a name for being bad looking, but Saint totally turned that one on its head!
It was slightly odd that Matt hadnt noticed her here before because her hair did stand out from the crowd, even if she was a little vertically challenged! He liked to drink and party away, but he wasnt the guy who got so trashed that he puked his guts up and made more mess than he could possibly clear up...Not usually anyway. And he was pretty good with faces. Strange. But what did it matter now anyways?
Matt laughed slightly at Saints casual dismissal of the existance of fate. Well at least she was honest about what she thought! He didnt particularly believe in all that either, but it wouldnt have bothered him really if she did. Unless she had kept on going on about it, that would have earned her afew sharp words. "Yeah, guess you make your own luck."
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