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Post by Amelia Shields on Jul 22, 2009 0:01:57 GMT -5
Sighing Amy walked into Oasis smiling. She only did this to earn money to spend on herself on tour. She had on a simple outfit today. It was very fitting for where she worked. She had on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and her converse. Her jeans and shirt hugged her curves. Her pin straight hair was pulled back away from her face.
She walked in smiling. She walked over to get her things to start her job. She was a waitress earning money to keep herself and her children fed. It was very tough at times, having to raise two children under the age of three. She saw someone waiting at a table and she walked over to place their order. "Hello, my name is Amy and I'll be your waitress today. What would you like to drink to start with?"[/color] She asked smiling.
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Post by Jaxon Sullivan on Jul 22, 2009 1:47:42 GMT -5
TIP TOE FURTHER AWAY
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU NEEDED ANYWAY
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Lingering outside the club, Oasis, Jaxon Sullivan seemed to be searching for something. Where was it? He was certain he hadn't left it at his apartment. Or had he? Now he was beginning to doubt himself. Maybe it was in his car? That was a possibility. Light brown eyes gazed up from the ground and looked over at the parking lot. Taking a few more seconds to think things through, he double checked his pockets- nothing. Okay, car. Striding across the street and towards the parking lot, keys in hand, Jaxon unlocked the car just a few feet away and pulled the driver's door open, gazing into the car, the only source of light coming from a street lamp nearby. Eyes adjusted and he leaned in, opening the glove compartment, checking the floor, the seat, the backseats. Nothing. But then he caught sight of something sticking out of the cigarette lighter. Charger. He followed the wire with his eyes and found his cell phone in the little gap underneath the radio and above the gear.
Rolling his eyes and silently calling himself a retard, Jax remembered he had been charging his phone on his way to the club. Disconnecting the blasted thing from the charger, he pulled himself away, just narrowly avoiding bumping the back of his head against the door frame. Closing the door and locking the car with the press of a button, Jax made his way back towards Oasis. Jax hated being forgetful, it made his life so much harder when he forgets where he put things.
Not even having to flash his fake id at the bouncer (he had been in here too many times before), Jaxon was welcomed with the sound of music and the smell of alcohol. A smile slid onto his lips; this place was like his second home. And what was a home without family members? With his cell phone still in hand, he finally checked to see if he got any text messages yet came up empty. Where his boys were was uncertain, it had been an hour since Jax had texted the rest of All Systems Are Go! and still no reply. Now, what could be so important that they would pass up the opportunity to hang out at a club? Nothing. Unless they were already here and/or drunk.
As Jax continued walking, he made sure to look around to see if he saw any familiar faces. Looking over at the bar, he decided to give the guys a chance and ended up sitting down by the nearest vacant table, resting his feet up onto the chair opposite him. Several minutes passed by, having kept himself occupied by watching the others around him, however right now, his attention had been focused on two girls on the dance floor and he was trying to figure out whether they were lesbian or just trying to grab attention- from the way they were dancing, it could have been both. But giving up on trying to solve that mystery, he glanced at his phone again.
Fuck it. He didn't need his best friends to have fun...or at least, he didn't have to wait for them. Deciding to head for the bar and start drinking the night away, his arms tensed to push himself out of the chair he was sitting on but relaxed again as he heard someone talk to him. Apparently her name was Amy, and she was asking what he wanted to drink. Jaxon looked at her blankly for a few seconds; he wasn't used to table service at clubs. But hey, this could be a good change. Relaxing back into his chair, his own smile formed onto his face. "Heineken." He answered shortly, still looking at the girl.
She looked a bit too young to be working here, but hey, who was he to say that? He was a year too young to be legally drinking alcohol. Which made him wonder if the girl was going to ask to see an id. Hopefully the ID was in his wallet, and not misplaced somewhere at home. That would have sucked.
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Post by Amelia Shields on Jul 22, 2009 21:54:14 GMT -5
She nodded and walked away and into the back. Her boss usually let her get a break and talk to customers. She got the male's Heineken and for herself a peach and lime Daquari. She walked back out carrying both smiling widely. She set his drink down in front of him and smiled sitting and taking a sip of her own drink. She felt the sweetness and acid of the drink slide down her throat and into her stomach. She actually recognized him now. He was the bassist and backing vocals for the band All Systems Are Go.
"So what's your name?" She asked politely. "My name is Amelia Shields, Lead vocals and Keyboards for The Midnight Hour." She looked at the male curiously. She was getting more curious and antsy by the minute. She didn't show it though. She took another sip of her drink and nodded hearing the song change to a more upbeat one. She looked around and saw two girls dancing rather closely to each other, and she wasn't sure if they were lesbian or just dancing that way to get attention.
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