#jlapstarter

[thedancingnymph]

"Headphones on equals leave me alone."

"So what do you want? Make it quick."

[thedancingnymph]

You're a new face.

And not a bad one at that. How's your name?

[original-astarte]

Shopping || Open

There are so many things to try on at a thrift shop. It doesn't hurt that Astarte prefers the look of old clothes. Astarte's fingers trailed along the hanging dresses. A smile crept on to her face because she came upon a dress with a waist as ridiculous as hers. She snatched it up immediately and sauntered over to the dressing rooms.

The dress fit very, very well... or it least it would if the zipper weren't stuck. She opened to door, "Would anybody mind helping me into my dress?",

[thedancingnymph]

Night || OPEN

She had been persuaded into joining her sister's at the bar and she was not enjoying it any more than she thought she would. The stench of sweat was surrounding her and she was tired of rather plain looking people offering to buy her drinks. She'd given it an hour and Nicole thought that was a generous enough waste of time, so she pressed her lips against one of her sister's ears and mumbled that she was taking off before weaving through the crowd. When the fresh, cool night air hit her, she sighed with relief. She wasn't necessarily done with her night, but she was done with that scene.

She made her way down the street that was littered with groups and pairs and drunks all out looking for fun, her eyes scouring the town for anybody who looked sober enough to hold a conversation. She didn't really feel like having a drunk slur down her ear and attempt to grope her with sweaty hands, so anybody who hadn't had a chance to enter more than one club yet was fair game.

A frustrated huff erupted from her throat when she snagged her heel in a grid cover, and she tugged hard but it wouldn't come loose. It was embarrassing to say the least, and there was almost nothing she could bear less than being embarrassed, especially in front of an obnoxiously drunk audience. She slipped her foot out of her shoes, picking up the loose one, and slumped against a nearby wall, leaning her head back and glaring at the star-littered sky.

"Can somebody please deliver me from this nightmare of a night out?" she muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

[thedancingnymph]

Is there anything more annoying than someone you don't know calling you 'sweetheart' with one of those patronising smiles? Ew.

[thedancingnymph]

I'm starting to get a little conflicted about whether I like the smell out here or not now. Grass, beer- and sweat.

[thedancingnymph]

Festivities || OPEN

Her eyes were barely open as she stood amongst the crowd of townspeople sweating and spilling beer all over each other as they attempted to drunkenly dance along to the music that was blasting out in the crowd. Her own cup of cheap beer sloshed about in her hand as she moved with the music, rolling her head back, her lips moving just enough to indicate she was quietly singing along to the music.

Nicole was in her element here. The excitement that buzzed through the crowd was pumping through her veins, the crowd of people around her made it impossible for her to remember any stress or upset she could have possibly been feeling before her arrival. She ran a hand through her hair as the song changed, turning fiercely to search the crowd for new prey. She didn’t care who it was she was going to latch on to, but she was desperate for a dance partner right now.

She made her way to the edge of the crowd where less people were dancing, slowing her movements into a confident walk as she did. Her lips were curled into a determined smile as she stopped in front of the person. She wasn’t going to move until she had a body against her own, or at least somebody to buy her another drink.

“You look like you’re having a blast- can I get in on that?”

[dantefkntorres]

If you're drinkin' anything other than Bova, you're a crazy fucker.