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Post by PANDORA AXLE MILES on Jun 2, 2012 14:12:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] You got me down on the floor If I was a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I was a judge I'd break the law. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pandora had been planning this night for over a week now. The only problem is that her friends bailed out because they had to study. It was unfortunate just because that was what Panda should be doing, instead she was standing in front of her mirror with a straighter meticulously wrapping small strands around the barrel. Why did being a girl have to be so complicated. But since it was a Friday night, she made it her mission go out and have a good time. To hell with her friends, they could never keep up with her, even when they were all together. Pandora shook her head letting the curls turn into thick waves.
Panda took a very long sip of her drink feeling the burn of the alcohol down her throat. She did not realize how strong she had made that. Putting the cup down, Panda pulled on her dress that hugged her in all the right places. It wasn't super slutty but then again she could make it if she really wanted to. Pandora chugged the rest of what was in her glass and headed out her apartment. It was a good thing she did not live far from the bar scene.
Usually she had no trouble getting in wherever she wanted to go, but tonight was definitely different. Pandora pulled her id out of the small shoulder bag and handed it to the bounce. if there was one thing this girl hated, it was being underage. even though she was slightly tipsy from the drink she had, it was not enough to be able to last the whole night. After having her hands marked with a giant X, Panda walked into the nightclub. It was packed. She pushed her way through the crowd making her way to the bathroom. She was going to drink tonight even if it killed her.
A few minutes later, Panda made her way out of the bathroom, her hands free of any black permanent marker. Now she was just moving her way towards the bar, running into someone very solid. "Come on warn someone if your gonna stop moving...". she said loud enough that the person could hear her. |
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Post by JOHNNY GRAYSON DAVENPORT on Jun 2, 2012 15:36:59 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] There's No Way You'll Ring The Alarm Leaving brief conversation, Johnny flashed one of his seemly irresistible smiles. Winking slightly, he left the group of models before him. Knowing they would be fine waiting for the photographer to arrive, he headed towards his office. He really did enjoy his job, he swooned around beautiful women all and got nothing but money and respect. The silent thuds of his footfalls echoed down the quiet corridor of the building, a content smile on his face absentminded thoughts of the bar grew in his pandora. Upon reaching his office, Johnny swung the door open to be greeted by a panoramic view of the cityscape below. Waltzing to the computer on his desk, he logged off before taking his phone to his pocket. Unhooking his coat from a hanger, he slipped it on before again leaving the room.
Locking the door behind himself, his path retraced as he headed towards the main entrance/exit. Stopping by the reception desk, his flashed another sweet teeth bearing smile to the ladies working. Drifting his gaze downwards for a moment, he draw his attention back to her as she passed up a small bowl containing mints. Cheer lovely. Rolling her eyes in a joking manner, she said goodbye to the man as he left swiftly though the glass double doors.
It was a rather nice day in his opinion, the sun was out. Warm but not too hot, and dusk evening brought the dim outline of the moon. A content expression on his face as the man walked along the sidewalk, his destination of course the bar. Not a daily routine but regular occurrence of his, to have a drink after work. Maybe to pick up a nice lady. Not a bad life, not a bad life at all |
[/b] Standing behind a few people, the queue to get in rapidly decreased. Walking in the instant smell of alcohol and Tabaco heightened his senses, inhaling the musky air the need to spark up became greater. Stepping aside from the door, Johnny made his way towards the bar. Weaving effortlessly between the growing mass of people, he heard a voice as he became distracted for a second or two. ”Uh excuse me, manners wouldn’t go a miss, I think you walked into me now didn’t you Miss. How about you let me buy you a drink to make up for it[/div] tag: Pandora word count:394 Outfit: notes:Well hello there Miss. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] template by tippy of caution. [/center] |
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Post by PANDORA AXLE MILES on Jun 7, 2012 23:11:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] You got me down on the floor If I was a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I was a judge I'd break the law. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Usually Pandora actually tries not to be rude, but the surprise from running into another person, and as well as the fact it was her fault shocked her. She felt a burning in her cheeks when he pointed out the manners thing. Panda had manners, she just did not use her best discretion when it came to them. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude." she stated with a small smile. Part of her wanted to take him up on his drink offer, but as of right now she wasnt sure if that would be a good idea.
Pandora looked over at the bar thinking about the offer for a split second before smiling. "How can i turn down a drink." she said as she walked toward the bar. Panda leaned against the bar, twisting her hair back behind her ear. "So let's start over, I'm Pandora." holding out her hand. It was this point that she usually just brushed off the guy and went do her own thing, but something about this guy had her wanting to know about him.
"So what do you want to drink?" she asked smiling. Pandora liked to always look independent so sometimes she surprised people and did small things to make them notice her. Usually she would stick to shots or beer. But for the most part tonight she felt like getting completely plastered. Well somewhat plastered.
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