The club can't even handle me right now [Lyric]

[ADRIENNE CROWLEY]

I wanna run with the wild horses

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Adrienne walked into the night club. She was more than aware that the place would probably be shady with all different kinds of unsavory business going on behind the scenes, but if she was honest with herself, she didn't really care. Adrienne was here to fun. Nothing serious. Some drinking, some dancing, maybe a hook up.

Adrienne shrugged off her jacket. It was hot in the club, and her leather party dress provided more than enough heat. The redhead knew she was getting stared from around her. In Oklahoma, the short number would be considered 'Racy' or 'Slutty'. In Las Vegas, it was considered sexy.

Adrienne approached the bar and flashed a grin at the bartender. "Scotch." She drawled. "On the rocks." The bartender slid the drink across the table and Adrienne downed it in one, sliding the money -- plus tips -- across the table.

She turned away from the bartender and moved towards the dance floor. Adrienne's day had been decidedly G-rated and she wanted to pick up the pace a little. When she found a perfect place on the dance floor, she raised her arms above her head and began dancing.

Losing herself in the music, in the beat, Adrienne smiled contentedly. This was the life. Adrienne didn't want to be interrupted just yet, but later, she thought she might go searching for a hook up. It was Vegas, after all.

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[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

I'll see you when you get home, The blonde whispered softly into the man's ear, smiling as her lips brushed against his cheek. Stay safe, Blaine, He nodded smugly, kissed her and turned to the open door, heading off for work. And leaving Lyric all alone. As soon as she heard the roar of the engine from outside, she reached for her phone to relieve herself from the inevitable boredom. Before she could help herself, out of a natural reaction, Lyric found herself typing in Lacey's number, and then sighing as she erased it and looked through her contacts for someone else to hang out with. It was really tiring being upset with your best friend, Lyric realized, texting a girl named Maddie, whom Lyric had met through her Engineering class, instead. The other girl responded almost immediately, and agreed to go clubbing with Lyric, much to the blonde's relief.

Lyric made her way to the bedroom, where she had a stash of clothes in her pink gym bag. She rifled through it for a moment before producing a pair of faded jean shorts, a baby blue tank top with a low front and thin straps, and a black cardigan. That would have to do, she thought, wearily. All her good clothes were still in her room at Lacey's, and the Latina girl had made it clear that Lyric wasn't welcome there at the present time. Though she couldn't really do anything about that, Lyric could still change her night into a pleasant one. She had heard Maddie knew where the fun clubs were, which encouraged Lyric to do her makeup and find her good black heels. She could have fun without Lacey or a man. 

After the slightly younger girl had picked her up, the pair had made their way into the club. Maddie went straight for the bar, and to the blonde's surprise, started flirting with the forty year old bartender. Lyric ordered a coke and sipped at it slowly, before deciding that watching a twenty year old try and get with an old man was almost as fun as watching paint dry.

I'm going to go dance, I'll be back in a bit, She said, setting her half empty glass back on the bar and heading for the middle of the dance floor. It was a place of no words, bodies spoke for their owners. You were either into it, or not. Lyric was into it. Just as she was letting herself get swept up by the adrenaline and free feeling that dancing brought, someone shoved into her, knocking her into a red-faced boy with defined muscles very apparent through his shirt. She apologized quickly to the boy and turned back to chew out the person who had bumped into her, finding herself face to face with a girl about her size and age, with bright red hair.

Jesus-watch where the fuck you're going, She swore, giving the girl a look of overall distaste.


Notes: Egads. Sorry. I hope this is alright c:

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[ADRIENNE CROWLEY]

I wanna run with the wild horses

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Adrienne turned around to apologize “Oh, I’m sorry…” she began. She turned, and it It wasn’t until she saw the look that the blonde girl was giving her that her mood changed for the worse. What was her problem? Adrienne didn’t like anything about the other girl, least of all the look she was giving Adrienne. Like she was a bug to be crushed. The redhead was aware the Vegas accommodated some people Adrienne would rather not be acquainted with, and she had a feeling that she’d just met one.

“What’s your problem?” Adrienne sneered. They’d been acquainted less than ten seconds and it was already clear to Adrienne that they weren’t going to be friends. And why should they be? If Adrienne had to describe the blonde in front of her in one word, the word she would choose would be bitch.

The nightclub was crowded, but no one stopped to watch the altercation between the two girls on the middle of the dance floor. Adrienne guessed that this wasn’t the first time that people had experienced a less-than-pleasant confrontation on the dance floor.

Adrienne took a step back away from the girl in front of her. She didn’t want anything to do with the girl, and although she promised herself that she wouldn’t get involved in anything drama related, it seemed that she was about to get into a verbal exchanging of blows with the blonde in front of her.

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[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

The girl had begun to apologize, but Lyric's glare had stopped her in her tracks. Good, the blonde thought, it's not like I wanted to hear her sorry ass apology anyway. Lyric looked the other female over quickly, frowning all the while. She was pretty enough, (though certainly no match for Lyric), though she looked like your average sorority girl. This slightly shorter girl had absolutely no reason for Lyric to hate her...except she interrupted Lyric's dancing and her outfit looked downright trashy. Even for Vegas's standards. The girl looked like she belonged in a sleazy strip bar.

My problem? Are you fucking kidding me? Lyric laughed a bit, then let her bitter face fall back into a soft, sarcastic smile. You are my problem. She said, emphasizing the word 'you' with a slight huff as she slid her hands up onto her hips. The girl's hair was bothering Lyric too. What color was it supposed to be? It wasn't natural, that's for sure. They had enough freaks in this town as it was, Vegas did not need any more to add to the collection. The longer Lyric was face to face with this girl, the more flaws she began to find.

This girl had simply bumped into the wrong blonde. Lyric had a massive amount of energy pent up from all the drama in her life, and this girl was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. (Though Lyric is much sexier than a camel, as I'm sure you'll agree!) Lyric watched as the girl took a step backwards, mistaking it for uneasiness and concluding that the other girl was scared. Oh, that's precious. She must be new around here. Lyric took a step forward, closing the gap between them.

All I'm saying is watch where you're going, Lyric cooed, as if she were talking to a child, enunciating each word carefully.

Notes: Bitch. BITCH? WHERE ON EARTH WOULD YOU GET THAT IDEA? (And I looked up their stats, so that I could see who was taller.

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[ADRIENNE CROWLEY]

I wanna run with the wild horses

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Adrienne returned the blonde’s glare. She was being sized up, and she didn’t like it. The holier than thou, I’m better than you look she was getting bothered Adrienne. Not because she cared about what the other girl thought of her – she had no reason to – but because Adrienne simply didn’t like people like that. Adrienne supposed that she had been a cheerleader in highs school, used to getting whatever she wanted, not caring who she stepped on to get it. Adrienne hadn’t met anyone in Vegas that she had any cause to hate. That was all about to change.

The more she dealt with the girl, the more Adrienne hated her. Adrienne was more than aware that the situation had escalated far more than it needed to, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t about to apologize and try to make peace with this girl. That was reserved for people that she didn’t take and instant dislike to. A few people had now stopped to watch the altercation. But not enough to cause a disturbance, and mostly boys (surprise, surprise)

Adrienne narrowed her eyes as the other girl closed the gap between them and stepped into her personal space. Adrienne wanted to take another step back, to get as far away from this girl as she could. But the rules of the jungle applied in these situations, and Adrienne knew she couldn’t show any signs of weakness. Adrienne had come to the nightclub to have fun, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen, now. “Get out of my personal space.” She hissed. “Unless there’s something else I can do for you?” the last comment was tinged with sarcasm. Adrienne didn’t want the girl to hang around her.

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[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

The blonde listened to the girl retort weakly. Personal space? Lyric mused with a smirk. What was that? This artificial redhead couldn't have been in too many Vegas clubs, since the first thing you learn is that personal space nonexistent. It becomes hard to tell where bodies begin and end when the music starts. The idea is to move with the large mass of dancers, but once in a while there was an individual who made a party foul and ruined the flow of things. Like this girl. Lyric curled her hand into a ball briefly and released them, mentally and physically preparing herself for what may be coming.

You can stop being an obnoxious child, and start watching where you put your big, Lyric countered, slightly shoving the other girl's shoulders with the tips of her neatly manicured fingers. Someone from behind her made an approving catcall, egging the two girls on. It would over quickly, Lyric knew from watching the frat boys tussle in the clubs. The security would be on them faster than ants on an unattended picnic basket on a warm summer day. But it didn't really cross her mind that getting into a tussle with a girl she barely knew may not be the best idea.

Nothing was really going through her mind besides the fact that this girl was really beginning to rub her the wrong way. That behavior had to be corrected.

Notes: Omg sorry this is so short <3 forgive me.

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[ADRIENNE CROWLEY]

I wanna run with the wild horses

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Adrienne raised an eyebrow, glancing at the other girl’s perfectly manicured fingertips. She narrowed her eyes. Had this blonde bimbo actually pushed her? Could she be more of a cliché? Adrienne did the only thing any self-respecting Vegas girl would do and pushed back. After all, it didn’t do to let people walk all over you. Before Adrienne could do anything else, or even comment, security was all over them, dragging them towards the back of the club and shoving them out.

Adrienne fell to the ground with the force, right into the dirt. Picking herself up off the ground at the back of the club, and brushing the dirt off her dress, she began to laugh. The more she thought about the situation, the louder, and more hysterical her peals of laughter got. “Oh my god.” She managed through breathless laughter. It wasn’t feminine giggling, or snickering. Adrienne had a full on attack of belly laughter. She even forgot that she was supposed to hate the blonde who’d pushed her. But the push had just been so light, she found it hard to believe that it got them kicked out of a club. And besides, it was hard to be angry when you were laughing so hard you cried.

Her fury forgotten, Adrienne wiped the unfallen tears of hysterical humor from her eyes with the back of her hand. When her laughter had finally subsided, Adrienne stood up so her posture was straight again. After one last giggle, she turned her attention to the blonde next to her. “I’m Adrienne, by that way. Hi.”

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[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

When the other girl shoved her back, the effect was almost instantaneous. The men in the dark security uniforms were quick to break the two up, as if they were lurking in the crowd, before Lyric could even think of swinging back at the redhead's face. The man's thick fingers gripped her thin arms and guided her to the exit, passing the bar, where Lyric received a sympathetic look from Maddie, who was sipping on a beverage the color of pink lemonade. She scowled at the man who held her, giving him an even worse look as he shoved her out of the club. The blonde stumbled a bit, catching herself before she fell onto her knees. She looked over to the redhead, who had fallen a few feet away, picked herself up and began speaking.

What? Lyric asked, unsure if she was hearing right. Was this girl, Adrienne, trying to be civil? After all this? And she was...laughing? What the hell? Er, um. Hi. She replied, awkwardly fixing her hair with one hand and trying not to show how strange she felt about this whole situation. Lyric,

It was ridiculous, really. Standing out on the sidewalk, looking disheveled, with a girl she had just met. Lyric turned to the girl, biting the inside of her lip. Maybe she had overreacted...a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. But she hadn't even been able to act on anything. The security was too intense for something to happen. That was kind of silly, wasn't it? Lyric said, glancing back at the doorway. 

Notes: Omg. Dey r so weird.

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[ADRIENNE CROWLEY]

I wanna run with the wild horses

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“Yeah, just a little.” Adrienne had to admit that she overreacted a little. She knew she had a bit of a temper, and while she wasn’t about to apologize for it, she didn’t see why they couldn’t just move on. Hell, it was clear to Adrienne that this Lyric had a bit of a temper, too. People with tempers didn’t tend to get along, and while Adrienne couldn’t say she liked the other girl, she didn’t hate her the way she had in the club anymore, either.

Adrienne leaned back against the wall outside the club. Her giggle fit had completely extinguished her anger. Her temper could be like that sometimes. Intensely angry until something happened to make her laugh. Glancing at the blonde girl, Lyric, Adrienne stood up a little straighter, but still leaned against the wall. “I’ve never been kicked out of a club before.” She said casually. “Will have to try it again sometime.”

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Although Adrienne seriously doubted that she would be going to Mercy again anytime soon, Adrienne was sure that there were other nightclubs in Vegas.

The situation really was crazy, it wasn’t everyday you found yourself kicked out of a nightclub in the middle of the night with a girl you’d just met. Adrienne reached up to assess the situation with her hair, but when her hand hit it, she realized it was a mess. Adrienne tried to smooth it down, but her hand got stuck. Carefully unentangling her hand, Adrienne concluded that the situation with her hair was beyond help, and she would fix it when she got home. Boy would Cam be surprised, if she was still up, that was.
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[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

Lyric was more than a little miffed at being thrown out for shoving. What was this? Third grade? She didn't even have time to take a good swing before being hauled off. The blonde's lips turned into yet another frown. She wasn't really pissed enough to finish the fight, but she wasn't calm enough to walk away. Lyric made an undistinguishable noise, close to a scoffing sound, and checked her nails. All in tact. Fantastic. She needed a drink. 

As she brushed dust off her outfit, Lyric devised a way to apologize to Lacey. Maybe she could-the girl in front of her had spoken again, and Lyric missed the first few words. She put the pieces together and assumed the girl was talking about her previous experience (or lack of) being thrown out. The comment of how Adrienne had never been kicked out of a club brought an unattractive snort out of Lyric, who threw a hand over her mouth to absent-mindedly try and cover it up. 

Never? I can't imagine how that's worked for you so far. A club isn't a mosh pit, honey. She said, still giggling. Lyric had been kicked out before, not from Mercy, but other bars and clubs along the strip. The management in most facilities did not take kindly to shitfaced college boys trying to kill each other with pool sticks, and had removed the whole group from the premises as a precaution. 

Yeah, I'd rather not. Lyric rolled her eyes as the girl continued. I don't really like you...So stay out of my way,


Notes: So tempted to add "Mmkay cupcake?" to the end of Lyric's response. D; 

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[ADRIENNE CROWLEY]

I wanna run with the wild horses

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Adrienne watched as the girl in front of her frowned. Now that she had come out of her giggle fit, she wondered idly if the girl – Lyric – would attempt to attack her again. When Lyric made a strange noise and checked her nails, Adrienne concluded that she probably wasn’t going to try and fight her again. That worked perfectly fine for Adrienne. Although the situation was silly, she wasn’t really in the mood for a cliché girl fight. Anymore, that is.

Adrienne, now more calm than she had been previously, watched as Lyric brushed the dirt off her outfit. When Adrienne mentioned that she’d never been thrown out of a club before, the blonde in front of her made a strange snorting sound. It was somewhere between a giggle, and the kind of noise a pig might make, which only made Adrienne start giggling again.

Luckily, this time didn’t last as long as the former, and Adrienne was back to being calm relatively quickly. “I don’t know what kind of clubs you’ve been to…” She said, waving her hand absent mindedly. There hadn’t been a lot of clubs in her hometown of Oklahoma, and she’d gone mostly to raves, which were – more or less – mosh pits.

Adrienne fought the impulse to roll her eyes as well. Although the experience wasn’t what you might call a proper ‘tussle’, it had killed some of Adrienne’s stress from the day before, which, for some crazy reason, did wonders for her mood. “Yeah, I’m not your biggest fan either.” Adrienne said, sitting on the floor against the wall of the club. “I doubt we’ll see each other again, don’t fret.”

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