_cause the tensions like a fire!

[``chandler vanity parker]

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i've never told a lie
but makes me a liar.

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Finally. A night off from screaming fans and bright lights. Not that Chandler minded that at all though. It was actually what she lived for. But tonight was different, and she didn't care. With a bold smile, she walked in front of the mirror in the bedroom. It was so nice to be able to go out and have fun for a night. Chandler turned around in her deep purple dress. It fit her like a glove, just like her cousin said.

Tonight wasn't a normal night though. It was the first time since Chandler had turned 21 that she could actually go out. It was an exciting event for her, since she was planning to do what most 21 year olds did at their first legal night. Get trashed. Chandler was excited since this was a new adventure for her. Taking in a deep breath, she grabbed her clutch and put on her heels. It was time to head out the doors.

When she stepped out, she was relieved to find herself in an empty hallway. Chandler smiled softly as she slid on her shades. She didn't want to be stopped by any fans tonight. Well underage ones anyways. As she stood in the elevator, she tapped her heel against the marble floor. She wanted to get to the club as soon as possible. When the doors finally opened, she stepped out and made her way to the taxi she had called.

Chandler soon arrived at the club, with the same bold smile on that she left the hotel with. She walked to the bar and told the bartender her order over the blaring music. As she fixed her icy blonde locks, she looked around the club looking for anyone familiar. Taking in a soft breath, she took off her shades and slid them in her clutch. It was time to have fun. She thanked the bartender and took a sip of her drink. It wasn't what she was used to, but it was good.

Before looking around once more, she ordered another drink. Chandler lip-sang along with the song blaring from the club's sound-system. She played with her bracelet as she waited for her next drink. It was going to be a great night. Now that she was two drinks in, she felt her urge to dance kick in. Of course, she wouldn't go and ask. It wasn't how she was. Taking another sip of her drink, she turned away from the dance floor and waited.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[``twigg eleanor rivera]

Can I have your attention please?
I feel that you’re in for a treat.
Let’s dance together beneath the smoke and the stars.
Let the night lead us where it desires.

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One shoe half on, the other in the process of being removed, a petite shockingly pink haired girl cut through the streets of Las Vegas as surely as anyone else, despite the fact that she was stumbling badly and there was no way of denying that she was half intoxicated. The people would know on sight the main reason why she would be making her way down a busy street with half bare feet and slightly dishevelled hair. Long ago had she lost track of the time and had made no effort to chase it again so as far as she was concerned it could be half 11 or nearly 4 in the morning. One or the other, there was still plenty to do in this town that never slept. As long as she didn’t get married or end up in a ditch she would call the evening a success.

It wasn’t unusual for Twigg to slip away from her band mates, being all male they were very protective of her and after a long day of rehearsing and sound checking and then a gig to sit through she often needed to get away and let her hair down without the worry of offending someone who you had to live with for the unforeseeable future, the public were fine, she could act as she wished around them.

The fact was that the girl wasn’t as drunk as most people who were looking at her would guess; the stumbling gait and the lack of footwear was the result of an unfortunate encounter with a grate that seemed eager to devour the heel of her favourite shoes. After much swearing had been voiced, acceptance had set in and she had pulled them off so they now swung dejected from her fingertips. Beneath her newly free feet the sidewalk was cold and refreshing, soothing away the ache’s and blisters that had begun to form from the over use of a pair of new shoes that had yet to be worn in. Inside she mourned appropriately for the loss of the expensive pair, but on the surface she reminded herself that she had charged them to her Mothers credit card so it wasn’t her out of the money.

Above her the blazing neon of the lights threatened to encapsulate her in their gaudy glare, each one signalling a new delight for the visitors of this sin laden place. Wherever she looked there were signs for ‘girls, girls, girls,’ or promises of ‘cheap liquor,’ the only problem with the first was that the only gender she was looking for were boys, boys, boys. She didn’t however, have any qualms with the latter offer and turned sharply into the doorway of a club, the bouncers bothering her no longer than to offer some crude suggestion about what she could do with the rest of her evening instead of wasting it in a dive like this, and for her to give them an amused look and voice the fact that they both had about as much chance for getting near her as the dishevelled looking homeless person that sat across the street requesting money from passers by.

Before they could muster repercussions she was gone, swallowed by the cigarette smoke and hazy darkness of the club that she had chosen, no doubt out of sight and out of mind as soon as the next attractive girl graced their presence. Inside her vision was impaired by the lack of light except for the small amount that reached her from the dance floor in the corner. Dozens of tiny, multi coloured lights were decorating the writhing bodies of the other customers that had felt the need to leave the comfort of their own homes for alcohol induced sin that night. No doubt they would gain another to their ranks once she had made a visit to the bar.

Pushing her way through a small group of people that stood waiting for their orders to be met, Twigg approached the bar, making no apologies or requests for clearance, she barely had time for this when she was sober, never mind after a few drinks. Reaching the sticky to touch wooden bar she leant over the edge, her face still four foot from that of the bartender, ignoring the sleazy remark she shouted out her order; the prospect of the woody, familiar taste of Jack Daniels bringing an unbidden smile to her blood red lips. Her new presence in the place had not gone undetected and she could feel those around her taking in her appearance, from her bare feet and the shoes that dangled dolefully in her left hand, to the skin tight black dress that clung to her every curve and stopped just below the seductive curve of her buttocks.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]