Shots, shots, shots [Open]

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Time had come less to Blaine, all he really had time for was college, work, and the needs of life. Blaine knew what he was going to deal with when he took the job with Jimmy as a member of "The Suits", though he was good at what he did. Blaine really didn't have a choice but get involved since he never did underestimate Jimmy's power when he had said or threatened him that one day, tonight was a different story though. He'd spent time with Farren the night before, and now he had time to go to one of his favorite clubs. Vanity .

As Blaine approached the door of Vanity, his eyes swept up to look at the highlighted letters of the place, and the muffled loudness of the music that boomed throughout the place filled his ears. Stopping in front of the entrance, his hands took in the vests unbuttoned sides and straightened it out as if he was preparing for himself. It's like he was getting ready to go back to the fun old life he had. Walking to the door, the door swung open almost hitting him, but a fast reaction made him step aside and pull the door open for the two ladies who giggled their way out.

Blaine couldn't help but smile as the drunken beautiful woman balanced herself on him. "Thank you...You're so very nice" She slurred while starring down at his lips. The smell of alcohol filled his nose. Finally, her other friend stomped over and grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her away from him. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Blaine then continued his way into the nightclub. His eyes scanning over the pink mirror glass that made a maze until the real entrance.

Blaine's eyes clearly showed amazement and joy as he stood there, looking over the nightclub. Hearing the loud Lil Jon "Get Low" play on the speakers. After he'd taken in the wild roaming lights, and exotic dancing ladies standing on their tables for the crowd below them, Blaine went up to the bar leaned over the corner of the bar while the bartender wasn't looking and took a glass and the bottle of vodka then poured himself a drink and put the bottle back. First he took a sip then shook his head and reached over scooping up some ice cubes and then leaned back against the wall. When the bartender would look at him, he'd just smile.

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Outfit: Here

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Lacey was getting laid. The muffled moans from the room next door reached the blonde's ears, even through her headphones that were blasting at full volume. Oh sweet lord, Lyric thought with a groan of her own. I have to get out of here. The blonde didn't have work until much later, and Lacey wouldn't be able to drive her anywhere. (obviously) She wasn't too fond of driving after having a few home-mixed drinks, so she wouldn't go far. Whatever was within walking distance...Maybe a club? Or a bar? Lacey's house was in a prime spot, near multiple hangouts. She could find some rich guy, have him buy her a couple drinks, and then...well, that bridge could be crossed later.

Lyric was suddenly excited and began getting dressed. She flung off her baggy shirt and her sweats, exchanging them for a tank top and denim shorts. She adjusted her bra for maximum cleavage, and checked the back of her shorts in the mirror as she stepped into a pair of heels. It would do. Lyric had to remember that she wasn't getting ready for work, and that it was more than okay to cover up the parts of her body she normally wouldn't. A leather blazer would suffice, she decided, sliding into it and smiling at her reflection. She looked hot.

With a hurried goodbye to her roommate, the blonde girl stepped out the door and onto the concrete sidewalk, her heels clicking quickly with her steps. She steadied herself as she neared a club. Looks classy, she thought with a giggle. Nothing was classy in Vegas, unless you had money like Jimmy Noir, or something. Then you could afford to throw out the trash.

The bouncer standing outside, to her surprise, was her brother-in-law, who grinned when she approached. She slipped in, flashing him a white smile as she passed the angry whores that were begging to get in. It paid to have friends in the right places. She headed for the bar right away, and noticed a man sitting by himself. A very familiar man.

Hey there, good-looking, Lyric cooed, seating herself at the bar next to the muscly man and batting her eyelashes. He had to be one of Jimmy's, she concluded, since she'd remember if she gave this attractive man a private dance. How come you're all alone?


Notes: Stewart, what wall? Is he in the corner...Or something? WTF? They're at the bar. Cause that's easier. 

Outfit: Click Here (: (Polyvore needs an iPod app. Today. -___-)

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This life was dull. Vegas was supposed to be full of excitement and thrill, but the only thrill and adrenalin rushing experiences were when he was working for Jimmy. Even this place was dull. With the slutty women drinking and dancing on men they obviously could do better than. It made him think of Lacey and Simon. The girl would be so much more attractive if she wasn’t fucking such a idiot. Blaine did miss his high school days though. Trouble for no reason but entertainment, and taking sex as a drug. Which Farren Taylor was not all about fucking his brains out at all. It was beginning to irritate him how they were.

Blaine watched over everyone around him while he stood in the corner, finding no amusement in anything they were doing, and nothing to make him want to involve himself in their actions. Clamping his teeth together, Blaine’s jaw flexed and he lifted the glass of usual alcohol to his lips, finishing it off with one sip. Just something to get him started, but now he wanted something stronger than the previous drink. The tip of his tongue rolled out running itself over his bottom lip, licking up the drop of alcohol that slid from the glass, while Blaine leaned over and sat the glass on the bar with a clunk and considered his next drink.

After ordering his drink he leaned onto the bars top and turned himself to face the people again and for once his eyes were enjoying the sight of one thing or person in the nightclub. The quite stunning blonde that strutted her way through the entrance. Her face held some kind of smug look, which only made her much more appealing in Blaine’s eyes. A smug look that defined some kind of confidence she held. Probably because she was such a looker the bouncer had to let her in in front of all of the other people waiting in line outside, and when she began looking at him his face stayed the same. The same “you are fucking gorgeous” facial expression.

Because I choose to not associate with people who aren’t interesting… He said glancing over to a man trying to pick up a obviously snobby stuck up teenage girl who snuck into the nightclub, his thick Aussie accent soaking his words that rolled calmly off of his tongue. Looking back to her as she sat down, finally an adorable relaxed pearly white smile was placed on his lips. I’m Blaine. he introduced before being interrupted by the bartender placing his drink in front of him. Do you want a drink? he asked before adding It’ll be on me. Just in case she was a stubborn one.

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Notes: Ugh I dunno, I mightve been high at that moment or something.

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The club, it seemed was much more intriguing on the outside than the inside. Lyric almost yawned as she glanced around the room, eyeing the dancers with her icy blue gaze. The Amnesia girls are better, she thought, cockily. (Even though it may have been a bit biased, it was very true. Jimmy didn't let any old hag dance on his tables.) These girls were the spray-tanned, almost too chesty dancers affiliated with Vegas. With an internal groan, she turned her attention fully in the male beside her, disregarding the going-ons behind them. 

He was clean, which may sound like an odd thing for a subconscious mind to pick up on, but Lyric had a strong distaste for dirty men, whether it be physically filthy or otherwise. Upon closer investigation, the blonde woman couldn't help but notice the man's expression, and she felt flattered. Her cheeks burned a shade of pink, and she looked away from him for a brief moment, to compose herself.

Well I, for one, think I'm a fascinating person, She joked, widening her eyes for emphasis and shaking her head slightly; sending her blonde hair cascading in all directions. Blaine, She paused, tasting and savoring his name on her tongue. It had a nice ring to it. Nice to meet you. I'm Lyric, The blonde introduced herself, sticking the finely manicured fingers of her hand out for him to shake, completing the ritual. He offered her a drink, on him. How could I refuse? She replied, arching a brow as a smile played at the corner of her lips. I'll have a White Russian, No need to ask this girl twice. The blonde looked to the bartender, who nodded, having overheard the exchange, and slid a drink over to her.

Have we met before? You look so familiar..She asked, tilting her the glass to her mouth for a sip, and setting back down delicately. He looked like he could handle paying for a few more drinks, but the blonde was in no hurry to lose her sensibility, especially in a place like this.


Notes: Don't I sound fancy. White Russian. Ohlala! It sounded better than 'VODKA, STRAIGHT UP, YO'. And I forgive you, but you should really stop smoking so much. Shit, Stewart. Frying your brains. (sorry if this is short~)

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”I really like your name…Something I‘ve actually never heard before.”,Taking her hand into his, he gave a light shake before letting his fingers slip from hers defiantly not in some creepy “I’m in love with you already, let me hold your hand.” but the man was already so busy taking in her beauty. Not that he was to say anything just yet, knowing Blaine, he probably would. It was just in his nature to flatter women. Resting an elbow on the bar, a laugh escaped his mouth followed by another smile. ”Well look at you getting fancy! White Russian.” Shaking his head smirking he gave a hand gesture toward her. ”You’re already flattering me with how good you look, but now you want to get fancy…very smart of you.”

Blaine took his drink from the counter and tilted it upward taking a sip or two before placing it back down, he shook his head focusing on her question, staring down at the drink before looking back up at her trying to place her face with any kind of scene. ”I don’t think I kn-…Oh! Wait…you might know me from Amnesia.” nodding his eyes absent-mindedly ran over her figure with a slight laugh. ”Yeah, you’re that dancer. God, that sounded creepy. I’m terribly sorry.” Again he gave a nervous chuckle before shrugging it off and nodding again. ”Anyways, yeah…I work for Jimmy Noir.” Lyric had actually been the first person he told about his job, but Blaine had a feeling that there was nothing to worry about. She wouldn’t make any kind of drama with it. Hopefully it didn’t scare her away, but if she had a problem with it, then she could leave. What Blaine really wanted right now, was someone who would accept him for who he was, not for who they think they could make him out to be.

”So, Lyric…I’d love to sit around and let you get drunk with me at the bar, but what I really want is you to show me some dance moves. I’m not a pole, so this might be different.” Grinning, Blaine took her hand without any question and pulled her along with him his fingers twining with hers as they reached the crowed of people on the floor. After so much of pushing people out of the way for them to have their own spot, Blaine swiftly twirled Lyric by the hand so her back was facing him. ”Show them how to really do it.”

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I'm a classy girl. I like my fancy drinks. What can I say? She winked and bit her bottom lip, giggling a little as she went for another sip. Only now, after years of practice, could she ignore the burning sensation at the back of her throat, and remain dignified. The carefree, loose feeling would be worth every sip. She drained the glass in a final sip, and leaned her chin on a hand, listening to Blaine's smooth voice. 

That did sound a little creepy, Lyric admitted, playfully rolling her eyes. That dancer? Well...it was a start, she thought, shrugging away her thoughts, as she ran a finger around the rim of the empty glass. Oh you work for Jimmy !The blonde exclaimed, shifting a little. So she had seen him lurking in the shadows of Amnesia! And he obviously wasn't one of the dancers; which meant Blaine worked directly for the man in...whatever business it was that Jimmy Noir ran. It was all very hush hush, but that didn't mean the Dolls didn't gossip on their smoke breaks. The ideas were sometimes a little far out, but they all agreed that it brought in good money. And really, that's all that matters.

How...mysterious,She breathed. I can only imagine what it is a big strong man like you does for Jimmy, A shy smirk appeared, clearly stating 'If you wanna drop any hints...I'm all ears, handsome'.

Without warning, the man stood, and pulled her off the stool. Lyric allowed Blaine to lead her onto the dance floor, and into the midst of the large crowd. He spun her around, and she let go of herself, the music taking control of her body. She interlocked her fingers and brought them above her head, shifting her torso to the rhythm. Back and forth, side to side. Shame she was wearing so much clothing, the effect wouldn't be so graceful. Clothing really did just complicate things. Turning slowly, she brought her hands back down, around Blaine's neck. Leaning in so her lips near his neck, she pressed her body against him, still rotating her hips slightly. To be honest, Lyric started, stopping herself as a fit of giggles tried to emerge. I much prefer you to a pole, She whispered, brushing his bare skin with her lips, and running her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles hidden underneath the fabric. Why don't we find somewhere more private...so I can show you all of my moves,

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It was just as Blaine suspected. Lyric was better than the word good or wonderful at dancing, and to him, he really didn’t want to consider it “dancing”, because it was mind blowing. The man was hypnotized like he was under some kind of sweet spell that would lead him into a dark place. The loud music blasted throughout Blaine’s ears while his eyes were glued to the blonde’s hips and body. Though, Lyric was doing most of the work, Blaine did somewhat find a way to involve himself. It seemed a bit shy the reactions that Blaine gave, and in Blaine’s world. That was not ordinary for him, but this was what he wanted now. His old life, his old ways. Blaine’s finally found himself closer to her now, his hands every now and then at the appropriate moments would gently wrap themselves around Lyric’s waist and hips, really it wasn’t enough for him.

As Lyric turned around to face Blaine, Blaine’s eyes for the first time actually looked up from her body to her face, and when her hands where wrapped around his neck, Blaine’s engraved and muscular arms wrapped around her waist, his fingers linking together behind her back. Grinning his head turned towards hers as she leaned in whispering to him. The corners of his lips lifted up into a smile and then a brief chuckle escaped. Good, because I’d much more prefer you over…anything right now? Pulling his hands from behind her, Blaine nodded in agreement, taking her hand into his and then led the way out of the nightclub and into the parking lot of the casino/hotel where his right hand held Lyric’s and his other digging for the keys to his car before unlocking it and getting in.

The drive was rather short to Blaine’s vacant dorm room, probably because Blaine had the petal to the metal and Lyric wasn‘t helping while teasing him on the way there. Right now he was mentally thanking himself for keeping the dorm instead of fully moving over into the apartment. A few of his things were there at the dorm, but very few. Parking crookedly, Blaine got out meeting Lyric in equal stepping. Not being able to take it any longer, his hands reached down taking her thighs into them and pulled her up off the ground, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist before letting a hand go of her thigh to gently place it on the back of Lyrics’ neck, and pulled her down for her lips to meet his hard. Sitting her on the trunk of his car, Blaine lent up pressing his lips at her chin then her throat and over to the base of her neck. Teasing isn’t nice, you know, Lyric… Thank god the parking lot was vacant.

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Notes: Lyraine <3 ps this be his car

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All those years of belly-dancing classes have paid off, Lyric thought briefly, as she danced against the taller man, who seemed to be enjoying himself. At her suggestion of leaving the crowded building, Blaine took her hand and pulled her back through the people and outside into the parking lot. Assertive, isn't he? She mused, smiling as she let him guide her to his car. The blonde hadn't even let it cross her mind that it might not be a good idea to wander off into the night with a complete (and very attractive) stranger. He had said he worked for Jimmy, which in Lyric's mind, meant he was a good guy. Well, he wouldn't strangle her and leave her dying in a ditch, but if he was involved with the blonde man, Blaine was no saint. Which just made it more exciting for her.

The pair exited the scene in style, to Lyric's extreme pleasure. Sure, she would've been fine if Blaine had led her to a piece of shit pick up, but finding the red muscle car was a real treat. Lowering herself into the seat, Lyric ran her hands against the interior, sighing softly. This, She began, still inspecting her surroundings, This is a really hot car, The ride to wherever he was taking her was brief, and the air was light with their playful banter. Or, to be more accurate, her playful banter. The man beside her was trying to concentrate on driving safely (while definitely over the speed limit..) while still keeping her interested.

The empty parking lot of the college dorms was the destination point. Getting out of the car, Lyric found herself in the grasp of the man again, her long legs bent around his hips and his lips on hers. He moved down her neck, whispering to her. The blonde girl looked down, slightly blushing, but still smirking at the brawny man's comment. It isn't teasing if I want it as bad as you do, She replied, pushing him back and sliding off the trunk, her heels hitting the concrete loudly. Wrapping herself around his arm and leaning against it, she nodded towards the dorms. Well? She asked taking a step towards them, Are you gonna invite me in?