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Post by Skye Malizia on Mar 17, 2010 9:36:02 GMT -5
It wasn't difficult to acquire a fake id in New York. You had to shop around for a decent price, but the seedy underbelly of the city wasn't all that far away from the surface. Right off Times Square you could purchase Prada purses for $25 if you haggled.
What was she talking about? Oh right, fake ids. That's how Skye, 18, was in the 21+ club. She was supposed to meet some girlfriends for drinks, but she was having difficulty locating them amidst the crowd and noise. Oh, also because she, and everyone around her, was dressed like this.
The model-esque girl walked through the mass of party-goers toward the back bar where they had texted her from earlier. Her phone was in the palm of her hand, clutched so tightly her nails were leaving crescent-shaped indents in the gel casing. She'd already been at the club for ten minutes, and Skye was debating whether or not to just leave.
She sent off a text message to Elliot Davis, hoping to catch the beautiful girl in the middle of a crazy night out so she might be able to join her if plans here fell through. Skye missed the social blonde, wondering what she'd been up to lately. The last memory she had of her was Eiji informing her Elliot wasn't feeling well, but thanking her for the Chinese food. She'd had slightly cold feelings toward Eiji, but she appreciated his being there for the girl when she clearly needed him. He still owed her a party invite; she ought to remind him she didn't forget anything.
Speaking of remembering things and being forgotten, Skye was rather pissed off at a couple other people right now. Aaron Starr was at the top of that list for making her feel like a bitch for turning him down. Of course she was completely in the dark as to his whereabouts, and had she known he was in the hospital (a direct result of refusing him), she'd probably be even more angry with him for making her feel even more guilty. And then there was Leogare Lasteulf, who stood her up for a movie date. Not only had he forgotten her, but he deprived her of the chance to see Avatar while it was still in theaters. Stunts like that wouldn't be forgotten by Skye, nor forgiven. The Italian girl worked hard to be memorable and fun, but apparently all her efforts were wasted. She'd been scorned more times here in America than she'd ever been in Italy, and it was extremely frustrating.
She ripped the masque from her face and ran a hand through her hair. It was suddenly very hot under the white feathers and silver sequins. She didn't notice people turn in her direction, thrilled to examine someone's face in the throng of masks. A couple other girls quickly followed suit to be noticed, but Skye was already on the move; to the exit. She just wanted to get out of here, cool off. Then she might visit another club and try to forget the past school year. This one she might run into the friends she'd arranged to meet with, but it was proving impossible to find them anyway, so she didn't worry about it.
In her rush to leave, she practically bowled over someone else. Despite her desire to split, she was the eternal lady, and hurriedly made to right things.
"I'm so sorry!" She called above the music, hurriedly helping straighten them out. She noticed their glass was empty, and feared she'd been the cause of that. "Did I spill your drink?" Her hands fluttered around helplessly - she'd surely pay them back, or go replace their drink before she left. She was so busy worrying over their refreshment she didn't even notice their face.
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Post by noah on Mar 26, 2010 15:05:33 GMT -5
Noah, for all his undeniable masculine airs, loved to go to the clubs. He liked the hot, thick, cramped feeling that washed over you the second you stepped inside the door. He liked the way the music always made his ears ring for the rest of the night and how all the girls looked when they danced. Clubs were probably one of the only places in a city that was full of people too busy to even offer the time where total strangers would strike up a conversation out of nothing and in ten minutes and a shared round of shots declare you their new best friend.
He had come out to the clubs that night with his best friend Vince - who had since run off to god knows where - hoping to get the other boy's mind off of a recent break up. It was the guy cure. Liquor and women and loud music seemed to be the answer to any crisis; and even if they weren't, that was probably never, ever going to stop them from trying. Both boys had forgotten that it was masquerade night however, and entered the club totally unprepared. They didn't stay that way for long though, as Vince had chatted up a cute redhead two steps inside the door and playfully stole her mask in a matter of minutes. The last time Noah had seen him, his friend was wearing the gaudy red thing around his neck, totally forgotten.
At present, Noah was trying to navigate the ground floor of the club, headed from the dance floor to the bar, hoping that Vince's brother Johnny - who was also the bartender on shift and the only reason that they had gotten in the door tonight - had seen his younger sibling. The boy was obviously in no rush though, because he had to stop and chat with every pretty girl that didn't stop him first. They'd smile and ask him how often he came to the club, or what brought them there that night, and he would always lean low so they could talk directly into his ear, settling their hands on his shoulder for balance. Eventually the best friend would run back and drag their chatting girlfriend away from him, to which Noah would generally laugh, and make the retreating girl promise to save him a dance later.
It was just his manner, he would explain. He enjoyed talking to strangers, he liked to flirt, and he loved girls. He was a sucker for a good smile, completely gullible and bait-able in front of the right kind of baby blues. He was always on the prowl for the right girl, and if she wasn't around he was always content to settle for the right now girl because, at least as far as Noah saw it, life was about new people and making connections and he didn't like to let a single one pass him by.
The throng was thinning out now as he got closer to the bar, his eyes focused more on where he needed to get than where he actually was, and it was this blunder that gave Skye the opening to charge right into his chest. He was more or less unmoved by the collision, placing his free hand on the girl's arms instead to steady her, leaning back to get a good look at her face.
"Skye!"
Even in the dim lighting of the club it was easy to see the way Noah's face lit up, the way his smile expanded at the sight of the girl. What luck! He hadn't seen much of her in school since their move to New York and he would be lying to say that he hadn't thought of her. There were too many listless afternoons where he had cursed himself for not getting her number, silently willing her to just wander across his path at random again.
"Oh no, no, it was already empty." Completely distracted by her, Noah hadn't been sure what she was referring to for a second until he followed her eyes to the empty glass he clutched in his left hand. He had picked it up from an vacant table somewhere along his journey with the intention of returning it to the bar; a gesture borne half out of courtesy and half from his generally well-hidden OCD.
"What are you doing here?" His smile was wide and genuine, honest and almost completely inspired by her.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Mar 26, 2010 20:42:14 GMT -5
The sound of her name made her eyes snap upwards, and Noah's look of delighted surprise was instantly reflected. After he assured her the drink was not her fault, she flung her arms around him, desperately relieved to see a friendly face amidst this crowd of strangers.
His question had her letting out a hysterical laugh. "I've been asking myself the same thing! I'm very lost!" She admitted. Usually she wouldn't advertise her weaknesses or flaws like that, but Noah was someone she felt she could trust, even if they'd only met once. Something behind his natural charm told her he was good to the core. The way his eyes sparked when he spoke of his passions told her so much he couldn't on his own. Noah was just a beautiful person, inside and out, and she felt a kindred spirit when they were in proximity to one another.
"I was to meet friends," She tried to explain above the noise, "But they are not here!" She tried not to look as helpless as she felt, and she might have failed if Noah hadn't inspired confidence within her by his very presence. Skye's brows furrowed as she looked to Noah's left and right.
"You are alone too?" She figured he probably came with someone. What luck, if Elliot were here tonight! Her phone was agonizingly silent in her clutch - every time she thought she felt something she would check to see if her phone vibrated. Her phone was just as luckless as she was.
She was so caught up in the excitement of their reunion that she didn't realize how strange they looked, the only stationary people on the dance floor. Dancers around them shot them disapproving looks from beneath their masques, some deliberately bumping in to them in a silent message; Get moving, one way or another.
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Post by noah on Mar 28, 2010 0:04:59 GMT -5
Noah let out a small 'oomph' as she flung her arms around his neck, catching the boy almost completely off guard but at the same time by no means disappointed. He had to admit, if only to himself, that seeing Skye in such a state of disarray was something he could possibly describe later as 'adorable'. She came across resolutely as someone who tried very hard to appear posh and composed at all times, and the change in her demeanor was encouraging. Besides, he had always possessed quite the soft spot for a damsel in distress.
He leaned forward as she spoke, catching her perfume as he tried to discern her words over the heavy rhythm that enveloped them. It seemed that they had both lost track of their respective friends, though Skye had never really found hers to begin with. While Noah was more than ready to help the blonde find her party, he suddenly couldn't care less about his own. Vince had obviously found himself a bird, otherwise he would still be out of the dance floor making an ass out of himself in attempts to attract one, and besides, Noah just didn't feel like risking the chance of Skye being a 'tall, dark, and moody' sort of girl, because then Vince would have her swept up in a second. Noah who was handsome and sweet, old school charming, almost always happened upon the role of runner up when it came to his friends. Girl's appreciated his manners, but they rarely it seemed, found them hot. He did alright on his own, but in the shadow of his womanizing friends, it seemed he left something to be desired. Womankind appreciated him as someone they could bring home to their mom, but he was always too respectful to push it any farther than that.
"No, I came with a friend, but I've lost him since." His expression only further conveyed his complete lack of distress over this fact. At this point, Noah wasn't even too concerned with how Vince was going to get home that night, though he would surely get an ear full of it later. "He probably snuck off to a utility closet with some girl." His smile grew a little more wry after that because he knew that was probably exactly where his best friend was, and Noah couldn't blame him one bit. The girlfriend who was now an ex, and the main reason they had come out tonight, was a rare specimen of total vileness. Noah loved and marveled at girls and women as a whole, and it was rare that he ever came across one that rubbed him the wrong way, but Vince's latest tryst - also known as 'Tiffany' - had been a unique piece of work and he found himself wanting to smash her head open with a crowbar on more occasions than he cared to count.
The crowd around them was growing less and less courteous, shoving the two of them into each other awkwardly until he finally grabbed her hand and pushed his way through the assemblage, making sure to keep Skye close by until they reached the small refuge of the bar. Johnny gave him a nod from the bar, but he was more or less swamped and Noah was no longer too interested in finding his friend, so he turned to the girl beside him, his face red from the thick air of the club. "Shall we find your friends then?" |
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Mar 28, 2010 0:08:09 GMT -5
 FROM ELLIOT DAVIS!
347-231-6119[/size] 'hey you, what's up? (:
i'm getting ready to go out with E. where are u?'
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Post by Skye Malizia on Mar 29, 2010 11:56:28 GMT -5
He didn't seem very concerned about losing his friend, Skye noticed, which made her feel less worried about jeopardizing his time. When he explained that his friend was likely off with some girl, Skye laughed. Ah, so he was one of those boys? No wonder Noah didn't mourn the temporary loss. That was when Skye decided she wouldn't fret over her girlfriends either.
He let her lead her off the floor, glad to be free of the bumping, gyrating bodies that made up their former setting. His question was met with a shake of her head and a wrinkle of her nose.
"I find them tomorrow, and let them know how angry I am," She didn't look angry at all, "For now I just want a good night - oh!" The unmistakable vibration of a text message hummed in her clutch and she snapped it open. Elliot's message glowed on the screen and Skye's face lit up like Central Park on Christmas.
She leaned unconsciously into Noah as another couple passed them, texting her answer back to Elliot. She hit 'send', and when she looked back up at Noah she realized he was much closer to her than before. Other girls might blush, some might take advantage of the situation. Skye just smiled, nothing false in the curve of her lip or the spark in her eye.
"I've asked Elliot and Eiji to come," Her eyes flicked to the entrance, as though they might arrive at any moment. Then it occurred to her that perhaps Noah wasn't associated with the two socialites. "Do you know them?" She imagined they'd get along if they weren't already acquainted.
Hopefully the couple didn't already have plans written in stone. She missed Elliot terribly and seeing the girl tonight, on top of reuniting with Noah, would make this mistake so much more bearable. Perfect, in fact.
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Post by noah on Mar 30, 2010 21:22:40 GMT -5
Her insinuation here was obviously that she could imagine herself having a good night with Noah, perhaps a better night than she could find with her regular friends, and something about that made him feel hopefully reckless. He was about to make some roundabout joke about showing her the best night of her life, that would hopefully be just corny enough to make her laugh, when Elliot's incoming message tore the girl's attention away. A surge of crowd moved past them and she leaned his way, a motion which only made him lean closer to accommodate her, his arm slipping behind her to rest protectively against the bar. Noah had been in many situations with many girls, and Skye was necessarily better than the crowd in opinion, but something about her rung out distinctly as different, and that touched him as being important to him, or at least so in this moment.
Noah, being the faithfully endearing boy that he was, smiled as she made mention of his friends and asking them to meet the two of them at the crowded club. He hadn't seen much of either of them as of late, instead he had been left collecting stories through the brat pack grapevine about a new apartment, a canceled trust fund and new jobs. He found himself nearly as excited as Skye just then, hopeful that they would agree and come by, if only so he could see them for a few minutes. At the same time, it was almost impossible for him to picture the two of them wondering in the door. He knew Elliot went out dancing on occasion, but more often with Draco, and hardly at all lately, and he couldn't exactly picture Eiji appreciating the sweaty, hair-botching closeness of a NY club on Spring Break weekend.
Still, he laughed when she asked him if he was acquainted with Elliot and Eiji. It wasn't a mocking gesture, more one of surprise and something else refreshing. Of course he knew them. Everyone it seemed, knew either Eiji or Elliot, and these days, if you knew one it was rare they were ever without the other, and Noah was even lucky enough to call both of them some of his favorite people and most endeared friends. He didn't say any of this to Skye however, just offered her a smile charming enough to make up for his sudden laugh and answered with a definitive, "Yeah, I know 'em."
Without Noah realizing it for a few moments, Johnny set a beer on the counter somewhere near his hand, and it was a sweet gesture once Noah noticed it, but he also knew that somewhere down the line, he was going to owe the older boy something for this. Another day though, and he grinned just then, full of mirth as he picked up the beer by it's neck and took a long drink. Summer was not far off, close enough that he could see whispers of it in the right light, and as much as this sudden thought excited him, there was something much more imminent and tangible that was truly making him smile. |
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Post by Skye Malizia on Apr 21, 2010 15:24:07 GMT -5
Noah need not worry about insulting her with his laugh. She returned his smile and tucked away her phone, leaning now against the counter next to his drink. She hadn't noticed him buy one, but just attributed it to his smooth charm. Although Skye had a general repulsion to men with a suave countenance, Noah was an all-American sweet-talker with enough geniality behind his words to duck beneath her defenses and enchant her interest. And tonight he fascinated her.
"I have not seen them in a long time. I miss Elliot," It wasn't an admission so much as a fact, but the wistful tone couldn't be hidden beneath the heavy beat of the music or the rise of her chin. But the mood didn't get her down, as her phone awaited the promise of a reunion.
She turned to indicate both to Noah and the bartender that she was interested in ordering a drink, but Noah must have been lucky to input his order when he had the chance. It looked like a long wait, and she sighed noisily to spur conversation.
"Is very crowded here," She complained, though it was difficult to tell if this really bothered her. Despite her night not going as planned, she couldn't truthfully say it was a bad one. Noah was with her, as handsome with his clothes on as he'd been nearly naked. Her lip curled up at the fond memory, amusement clearly marking its signature on the slight dimple in her cheek. "It is like swimming, no?" Her eyes flicked over his dress shirt playfully, a light insinuation holding hands with her words. She played back the memory for him in his mind's eye, from her perspective, of encountering an almost-nude boy on the shores of a chilly April morning. The smile broadened into a full-fledged grin, and she had to look away in an attempt to coax her mouth into an expression that wouldn't broadcast her glee. This however proved to be a hopeless attempt, and soon enough she was smiling at Noah again, unable to control herself while he was in attendance.
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