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@achillesxhill
billiecarter:
“Please don’t say you’ve come to make me go back out there. This is the first free five minutes I’ve had all night”
he flips open his cigarette case and draw a stick to his lips. “please, sending you out means less eyes on me.” he jokes, stretching out his arm in an offering of his cigarettes. freshly rolled tobacco on thin, waxed paper-- none of that convenience store crap. “want one? heading out for a smoke break.”
achillesxhill:
“hey doll yourself, saw you whackin’ up some nutjob. you alright dude?” vince pushes the door open, only to find hot air flying into his face. the night had started as well as it could have, the usual friday sized crowd clamouring over each other to either get a drink or get an eyeful of someone catching their interest. and it had been during his particular shift, nearing the end of his second damn performance that he sees security hauling ass. with his curiosity peaking, the blonde shuffles his way toward jasper, wondering if the man was alright.
“Chili!” Jazz gave once he saw the man properly, pressing up off the wall to cross to him. The nickname was one that had been more a matter of accident and embarrassment than anything else - Jasper had the basics of most things; spelling, reading, writing. But he had a tough time with words that weren’t obviously phonetic - like Achilles. The first time he’d seen the name up in lights, he’d pronounced it ‘Ach-ill-ees’ to the man in question, and the center of the mistake had sort of stuck, for Jazz. It was easier to own his shit than pretend it hadn’t happened, after all, and he wasn’t gonna let anyone call him stupid when the word didn’t make any damn sense. “I’m good, I’m good. Woulda been happier gettin’ another hit in, but I did my best. Just some guy mouthin’ off all that homophobic shit at Calum,” Jasper explained, holding his hand out for inspection. The bandage was a little rust-stained, but nothing bad. A fairly tame injury for a Friday night, all things considered. “How ya doin’?”
eyes dropped to the crimson cruor of his bandage, and he had to admit, it was some showdown back there before they managed to pull the guy out of the club. letting out a scoff, the damned bastard of a smile pulls up on his lips as he watches the man. whilst his own palms reached into his pocket for a cigarette, stashed away neatly in a case given to him by an old friend, he turns to the other man and offers an apology. “sorry man-- must’ve sucked to have to do that.” he lights the cigarette that’s perched between his lips. “night’s been slow. hard to do business with all that commotion.” he takes a drag, pauses, and then offers the stick to his friend. “did someone bench you?”
sofxagarcia:
“What do you mean kind of classy, Vince I am classy, let’s be real here.” she teased, pleased to see that he was up for celebrating. She’d been kind of afraid she’d be spending the day alone. “Screw the fancy stuff though, it’s boring, let’s stick to the tequila.”
“tequila, vodka, anything you want. we should get a party started or something, find you someone cute to kiss before you turn-- --” he purses his lips. “how old are you again? old enough to drink right?” he teases.
calummyerss:
“Sorry, Vince,” Calum rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m just stuck in work mode, you know?” Calum heard his response, a agreed with him. “I feel the same way. I do not like scumbags that are violent towards overs. I hate and am actually scared of violence. But I would totally stick up for someone if they were being attacked. But honestly, I do not see it happening here. I feel like with the security and polite members, we are in a really good environment,”
“in every statistic, someone’s gotta be the one in it.” he laments. “can’t let your guard down, be too comfortable. i’ve seen asshole guys literally whip it out while the dancers are dancin.”
sofxagarcia:
“Seems like my parents actually remembered my birthday today and had some cake sent to me, I can’t eat it by myself, so do you want some?”
“cake? -- fuck cake. we should get smashed sof. champagne and wine, because you’re apparently kinda classy, and then we down some tequila down the hatch.”
lylaquinn:
Lyla couldn’t sleep. So many thoughts were whirring around her mind as she lay in bed staring at the clock on her bedside table as every minute that ticked by signalled one minute less sleep before she had to get up for work. She jolted slightly in shock as her iphone vibrated on the bedside table. It was gone 3am, no one got in touch with her at this time unless it was something disastrous she had to deal with at the club. With a sigh she reached for her phone, blue eyes widening as she read the messages.
[03:24:01 - Vince] How did you even get my number?
[03:24:27 - Vince] It’s the middle of the night. Where are you?
[03:24:52 - Vince] I missed you too.
his phone buzzes loudly in his jacket, scaring the man a little. perching his cigarette between his lips precariously, the man pulls his phone out and stares at the glaring phone screen for a little, trying to comprehend those fuzzy words. when he finally does, and he reads that last text, he smiles a little.
[ 03:26:02 -- lyla ] eeryvone gets your numtber its a part of the pyaackge [ 03:26:55 -- lyla ] whacuh up to???? [ 03:27:00 -- lyla ] are you buzsy. i'm xat old lukes [ 03:29:15 -- lyla ] it'll be like olqd thimes
Hottest guys here?
“damn where do i start? shout out to my very own homeboy-- theo for being mega sexy and also a great kisser. there’s also derek, calum, and jazz.”
dancing-luci:
[10:52:04 - vincent ] - don’t think you’re so special, everyone is getting extra lessons and practice, but it’s all individual so don’t go thinking you’re special.
[10:52:15 - vincent ] - are you really so conceited that you think everything is about you. I’m doing my job, maybe if you did yours we wouldn’t be having this talk would we.
[ 10:55:20 -- hellhound (luciana) ] oh no no no disrespect ma’am but you know damn well i’ve worked hard to get to where i am. i’m not letting you stomp all over me like that.
[ 10:55:54 -- hellhound (luciana) ] please you’re probably getting paid by the session so you just get to keep grinding half of us (or just me) unnecessarily to make some extra. just join the damn club and strip. or are you not good enough for that?
anyone you want to sleep with that you haven't yet?
“haven’t thought about it that way-- -- why’d you make it sound like a hit list?”
Is there anyone at Whitehill that you haven't gotten to know but want to?
“there’s a couple of people, can’t tell if they’re clients or colleagues. but they stand around and i kinda wanna join their standing around crew.”
Hottest girls here?
“genuinely, shout out to my home girl sofia, but also luciana, lyla, avery, violet. now ask me again about dudes.”
for @lylaquinn
[ 03:21:43 -- lyla ] supyer cliche but i miss you [ 03:22:03 -- lyla ] ouyt for drinks you should jioin mhe
truth be told, he wasn’t really even in a bar at the very moment as his fat, clumsy fingers tapped noiselessly at the screen. light illuminating his features in the dark alleyway, he slips his phone back into his pocket and lights another cigarette. what was he thinking? to be fair, he wasn’t really thinking at all. all he had was a head full of the images of her, her blonde hair, the way she’s laugh at something stupid he’d done, the way she smelled every time she cuddled closer into his chest. god. this was his punishment wasn’t it? for all those things he had done. he curses and pulls another drag.
dancing-luci:
[10:48:52 - vincent]: I have no clue what you’re talking about. I told you your technique was lacking, not my fault you don’t know how to move properly and need the extra practice.
[10:49:15 - vincent]: which reminds me, you’re going to need to come in two hours before your shift tomorrow for another lesson.
[ 10:50:00 - hellhound (luciana) ]: you know there’s nothing wrong with my technique. you’re just riding me harder than everyone else cause
[ 10:51:02 - hellhound (luciana) ]: tbh what IS your problem with me?
Turtles and Tequila
itsangelavery-whitehill:
“Just waiting ready to pounce at the latest.” She purred. “Maybe I’m just not that good of a dancer so they don’t give me many shifts.” She laughed. “Or they just don’t want you to be too distracted.” She teased.
“you look like the type who gets what they want.” vince smirked. “i’m sure it’s the latter. don’t want any broken ankles or anything like that.”
viola-klepin:
“Close but no cigar right.” she smirked as she narrowed her eyes at him. “You like brunettes who serve you drinks, and would love to see you dance?” she took another guess as she rose a brow.
“nah it’s a lot less complicated than that.” he laughs. “pretty doe eyed, brown haired brunettes, my achilles heel.” a fasceli grin spreads across his face, a crescent dimple forming on his cheek. “girls like you.”
viola-klepin:
“Hmm well we had rodeos, and cowboy boots, and all the southern cooking so it was a swell time to say the least.” she admitted with a grin. “How was the drink?” she asked the other. “Guess your achilles heel? Sounds harder than it looks. Okay guess number one, your achilles heel is when the brunette bartender walks up to you and wants to talk?”
“that’s close,” he smirks, green eyes meeting hers. vince pushes the empty glass back toward her. “very close. you wanna keep goin? i like brunettes you’re almost there.”
Turtles and Tequila
itsangelavery-whitehill:
“Tigers are beautiful and deadly.” She shrugged, laughing as he nearly misses the bar. A deep blush burned across her cheeks at his words, she wasn’t sure of it was the alcohol or the compliment. She turned to sip at her drink and returned to look at him.
“deadly huh? out t’ kill someone?” he taunts. pulling the bottle to his lips, he lets the cool glass rest against his warm lips before pulling it away again, realising he had a little more to say. “so how come i never get to see you dance? our shifts are fuckin’ cruel man.” he laments, before finally taking that swig.
