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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Aug 18, 2013 6:46:48 GMT -8
tagged: scratch. time: 7th May, 2 a.m. speech: quentin. notes: it's been too long! It seemed that Quentin had been going out a lot more as of late-- but he did enjoy the thrill of clubbing, of dance, of knocking back a couple of drinks and losing yourself to the music. For someone who kept such a tight leash on control, he did enjoy the thought of occasionally letting go, to an extent at least. Three or four drinks and a couple of shots in, he could start to feel the Asian flush, and that was when he knew that he was starting to get buzzed but not too far gone. It was time to get onto the floor and dance, dance the night away.
He wasn't the world's best dancer, admittedly, but definitely far from the worst. But he enjoyed it, which was all that counted, considering most people were too drunk to be able to appreciate what was going on anyway. And he was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing to a pop song from a few years ago which he couldn't remember the title of, when he felt a sharp pain travel through his foot.
Ow.
Someone had stepped on his foot. He winced, brown eyes flickering up to meet the source of it all. His gaze fell on a red-haired girl, quite pretty with a wide smile on her face-- she probably hadn't noticed. However, it wouldn't hurt to play around. With that, Quentin tapped her on the shoulder, and shot her a cool smirk.
"So was stepping on my foot part of the dance? Did it add to the fluidity?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 7:08:24 GMT -8
Friday night! There was only one thing this could mean for Ashley.
The redhead had taken to the town with a few friends from her university days, all of whom equally eager to jam to some music and taste some various cocktails. Tonight they started at one of their favorites, "The Whisper Room", and had worked their way into another one that they always were curious about. This one was sleekly decorated, and had a few nice touches of lights and plush leather seats. The music, however, was a touch dated.
Oh well. It was still a great atmosphere.
After begging her friends after their third cocktail, Ashley had finally gotten the girls up and dancing to the funky beat. A little too disco for her tastes, but it was still a good track. Albeit forgettable. The girls were starting to feel the alcohol affect their systems though, and their movements were getting a bit too wild for the crowded floor. "Guys? Hey, guys! Woah!" Kimberly, who was arguably well beyond the 'tipsy' point right now, decided to try and impersonate a windmill and a cartoon garden hose all at once. Ashley backed up several paces to avoid getting slapped in the face by her friend, trying to get back into the groove of the music.
Unfortunately, the sharp end of her stiletto came crunching down on something that was most certainly not the floor. She paused. Was that a foot? Or was that her imagination? Damn these heels. She KNEW she shouldn't have worn these clubbing. It was then a hand came and tapped her on the shoulder. Drat. It was a foot. "Ahhh oh god I'm so sorry--" she began, turning around to appologize properly. But her voice died halfway in her throat as soon as she made eye contact. GodDANG what a gorgeous set of eyes.
He asked her if the foot stomp was a part of the dance. Ashley quickly refound her composure and gave a winning smile. "Well, yeah. They don't call it 'The Monster Mash' for nothing, right?"
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Aug 19, 2013 3:42:21 GMT -8
tagged: scratch. time: 7th May, 2 a.m. speech: quentin. notes: it's been too long! From the girl's wide eyes and the shaking in her voice, Quentin could see what she was indeed as sorry as she professed to be with her litany of apologies. She seemed to have a sense of humour too, he couldn't help but note with her speedy recovery and bright smile as she called the dance the 'Monster Mash'. Yes, he was liking this-- yet again he had found someone who was somewhat interesting, at the very least, and maybe this would be a more eventful night than he had initially counted upon.
"Certainly adds to a sense of movement, doesn't it? I should try it too, sometime." He was again harshly reminded of how impractical it was to try to conduct a conversation in a nightclub; Quentin had to raise his voice, to speak at twice the volume he normally would, which wasn't pleasant, not at all. Never mind, it would mean that they'd have to go somewhere else to continue this. Besides, he was quite sure that she wouldn't object. Casting one of his friends a look behind his back, he stepped closer towards the redhead, gesturing towards the bar.
"Shall we go for a drink together so you can tell me more about this 'Monster Mash', then? It's on me." This was certainly quite the interesting turn for the night. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 5:54:13 GMT -8
It seemed that her 'Monster Mash' quip found favor with him. Good thing too, otherwise she would have been fumbling for something to say as she got hypnotized by his calm aura. Although she had to admit, it was hard to hear his pleasantly soothing voice over the thumping of the dance number that pounded around them. Her eyes naturally followed his arm as he motioned towards the bar. It was a subtle motion that dripped with elegance and mystic.
Not to mention the bonus offer of a free drink.
"Well, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Although I think the guy that made the dance also made a movie about it." Ashely laughed lightly as she made towards the bar. "I'm Ashley, by the way." When she was sure he wasn't looking, she looked over her shoulder to her friends. They were giggling amongst themselves as they gave her the thumbs up in approval. Kimberly, now that she wasn't trying to kill someone with her innovative dance style, mouthed the words 'what a hottie' to her.
Ashley quickly turned back around to the bar, face tinting the slightest shade of pink as she sat down. Hopefully he didn't see that.
"So," She crossed one leg over the other, gracefully turning with her barstool to face him. "What brings you out tonight?"
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Aug 22, 2013 13:44:58 GMT -8
tagged: scratch. time: 7th May, 2 a.m. speech: quentin. notes: it's been too long! Yes, time to move away from the pounding beat of the music-- the bar was at quite a distance, and if she so wanted there were a couple of tables where they could sit and actually conduct a coherent conversation. Quentin nodded, weaving through the crowd towards where the alcohol was, leaving a path for Ashley to follow him through. He considered taking her hand, but decided not to. A certain amount of distance would add a sense of mystique, and from her dilated pupils and starry-eyed gaze, she was at least somewhat charmed. The two of them sat down at the bar, where Quentin smiled.
"I'm Quentin. Nice to meet you." He paused for a moment while a particularly loud riff came on, before continuing, "Came with a couple of friends who felt like going out dancing. What about you?" He glanced away from the girl for a brief moment, eyes meeting that of the bartender. The blonde man came over to serve the two of them, and Quentin placed his order.
"A Mojito please." It was his favourite drink-- one might have called it girly, but he didn't care. At least he had the balls to order what he genuinely enjoyed drinking, instead of succumbing to the pressure to order a beer. Turning to Ashley, he asked, "What about you?" They could sit down, have a nice chat first before ordering shots. Hopefully, he would end up having some sort of fun tonight. |
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