Post by ivrickshaymendella on Oct 9, 2012 0:47:41 GMT -5
A cold breeze swept past, and Ivrick shivered. The cooler and cooler it became outside, she less she enjoyed the outdoors. While autumn was her favorite season, she didn't like how it was so cool during the early mornings and at night. It made her want to stay inside with her pets more and more. She regretted leaving her house now, but she was keen set on having a little fun tonight. Even if she was going to a new club alone.
As the man ahead of her stepped inside the club, Ivrick stepped up, handing the man her I.D. He checked it, not seeming to care if it was fake or not - though it wasn't - and slipped a plastic bracelet over her tiny wrist. She then stepped inside, happy to be in a warm place. The club was darkened, with only a few strobe lights showing a brilliant glimpse of the populated dance floor. However, Ivrick wasn't interested in dancing. She went to the bar and asked the bartender for a vodka shot. When he slid it down the bar to her, she knocked it back and asked for another round.
The bartender gave her a flirtatious smile as he poured vodka into the shot glass, but Ivrick brushed him off. She took her shot and asked for a third. It would be her last shot for a while. When she the tiny shot glass was in front of her, she wrapped her finger tips around it, cautious about the shot, wanting to savor it. Finally, she knocked it back and turned to watched the people on the dance floor. She could feel the liquor warming her insides, chasing out what little cold was left from the outdoors. Finally, she felt like her body was at it's normal temperature.
The people on the dance floor gave her little entertainment. Unfortunately for her, she was born into the generation of all the sex freaks. That was all that it was really about these days, and that much was clear by those on the dance floor. While some of them were drunk, the entire dance floor may as well have been, because they way they danced would lie about how sober they were. Ivrick wrinkled her nose in disgust. The people were grinding on each other like they only had tonight to fuck. Ivrick shook her head. Many of the men were reaching for their partners' asses, and some were ever making-out or kissing and biting at each other's necks. It was purely repulsive.
Ivrick began to look around then. Many men eyeballed women at the bar as if they were candy, and Ivrick didn't seem to be an exception. One man was leaning over, whispering into the ear of another as to be heard over the blaring music. He was staring straight at Ivrick. When he straightened up, he lifted his mug to her. She smiled, and removed her left hand from her jacket pocket, flipping him off without shame before her face twisted into an expression of disgust. She then smiled confidently as she turned back to the dance floor, debating taking her chances when the next song came on. Then again, she may not be able to breathe.
While the air was already littered with the smell of sweat, alcohol, sex, perfume, and cologne, being directly in the middle of it wouldn't help at all, so Ivrick remained put. She'd come here for a good time. Even hoped that maybe this club would be different from the others, but it didn't seem that way. She was about ready to leave until one of her favorite rock songs blasted over the heavy-duty speakers. The club's DJ was obviously trying to mix up the music choices the satisfy the population. While most shuffled off to bars, despite being almost drunk or full on waster, Ivrick moved her head and feet in time with the drum beats, happy to hear her favorite genre at a club. That was definitely a first for her.
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