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Post by willow marlie nevins on Jul 30, 2009 21:52:29 GMT -5
if i forget your birthday
w i l l y o u s t i l l l o v e m e ?
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Razzle, well the name -in her opinion- had always suited the place. Plus razzle rhymed with dazzle which means that it was doubly awesome. Not to mention seeing and hearing the drunks trying to say the name was purely fantastic! And if you were the drunk it was just simply a blast! Now it seemed odd for an eighteen year old to be at a club, okay not really, but when you weren't drinking the whole place seemed less fun. However when your an eighteen year old who knew how to work things to sneak alcoholic beverages the whole place just seemed better. Then again she and the bartender were... well they just were which made it even less painful to get a drink. The mere thought of him caused a smirk to rise on her face and unbelievably a rear event occurred, she blushed. Yes that's right Willow Marlie Nevins blushed! It was an inconceivable thought to think that something would, no could trigger that. And when she realized that her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling like some innocent little school girl... well lets just say it scared the hell out of her. How was that possible? However she reminded herself that it wasn't possible to even think such ridiculous thoughts of actually feeling something for him. Why? Well it just wasn't possible, he wasn't the type. That was exactly the reason why she had always, straight from the start, reminded herself that things could never be more than what they were. But she couldn't help it if he had that way about him, now could she?
Bottom line is she needed to think of herself for once, especially in a matter such as this, after all she was sure that essential he was thinking of his best interests as well. Lets face it Aaron Weston wasn't know to be the type that felt something more than an exposed body. Which was why Willow had always kept that in mind. So for her to blush meant that in some way shape or form he was getting to her and that my friends was eating away at her bit by bit. Long ago, back when there thing started she knew the facts and still couldn't help but feel something more for him, it was a mistake and she knew it so she fixed it. It was all behind her, well most of it which, which was exactly why she quickly regained composure and hopped out of her too big SUV. Yes that's right she one of those ridiculously large SUV owners. Really it was because she could fit like fifty people in the back seat. Okay not really, more like eight (two back seats). Locking it she then slammed the door and headed toward the entrance of the club. Willow was more or less what one would call a regular so now a days she didn't even have to show the bouncer her ID it was simply walking up to the front of the line and going in. Nope no waiting for her, why? Well because most of the bouncers knew her and liked her, and of course Aaron probably had something to do with that deal.
Speaking of him she hoped like hell he was working that night, or rather she more hoped that he was working but getting off soon, or could at least fit in some time to hang out -highly unlikely-. It was kind of lame having to hang out at the place you worked, but frankly she didn't care, she'd make him if she had to. Willow is all powerful in the ways of convincing after all. Okay so maybe not, but she tried, and seven times out of ten she got wanted, then again it depended on the person. With Aaron it would most likely be a shoe in. As Willow entered the club the warmth of so many bodies crammed into a constricting place swept over her. Music was blaring, but she had heard that from outside, plus it was a club so really there was no surprise there. Eyes scanned the place as Willow stood on her tip toes in hopes of seeing over the masses. Well when that failed she settled for the direct approach and headed toward the crowded bar. When there was simply now hopes of wedging her way in the right away she simply waited for an opening. It wasn't long before she saw her chance. At the edge on the bar toward the wall there was an opening where a stool sat just calling her name.
It took little to no stealth to find her way sitting in her desired place, glaring at anyone who even dared look her way thinking of either A) trying to hit on her or B) crowd near her to order a drink. Yeah she wasn't in the mood for those kind of games, she had been working since eight that morning and wanted no part in anything other than Mr. Weston and a good bottle of vodka. However by the looks of things she'd have to wait for at least one of those things. It shouldn't take long before she'd get her drink right? Then again judging by the crowd she might have to wait for both, a rather saddening possibility...
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words! 889.
tag! aaron-jonesey.
outfit! click!
credits! template; mwah, lyrics; creeps me out -- ima robot.
notes! um... hello...? >.<
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Post by aaron weston @&$# on Jul 31, 2009 21:03:28 GMT -5
 
hey i pmed you!
today, today had been the longest day. or at least it seemed that way to aaron, who had been working the counter for two shifts, having had started working early that afternoon. he wasn't so much physically tired as he was mentally; lately he had been so easily fed up with people, complete strangers, and some would say it was unlike him. some would say he was just pms-ing and that he needed to get over himself. it would seem that he was just generally more blunt and brutal about the way he did things, making sure to point out the worst part of everything and everyone. it was a little unreal, sometimes, how he pointed out things that hardly mattered and made such a big deal out of things that didn't mean shit to anybody but him. for the most part, when he did this, he came across as a huge baby. which was why he didn't voice his true opinions often, but hell, did he think them. it was a battle for him, to fake it. he wanted so much just to let himself go, flip out on everyone and fall into a hole that he had dug for himself and never have to deal with anyone ever again... except for willow.
for one reason or another, he was blinded by her. he could see nothing wrong with her, ever, no matter what. yeah, she could hurt him and treat him like shit and go bipolar all over his ass, but to tell the truth, aaron loved it. it was as though she was on his level, like they could play mind games and keep up with each other. as though they were a perfect match. he wouldn't give that up for anything right now, because it was honestly one of the things that kept him functioning, especially now when he was in the midst of all these people that he wanted nothing to do with. lately he had quit prostituting himself, or at least reduced his clients down to just the regulars who paid well. he had quit seeing jayden, which he was proud of, because jayden never paid and aaron was never particularly attracted to the boy. not to mention, the kid was in high school, and aaron was trying to separate himself from that sort of thing. of course, willow was a senior as well, but for one reason or another he didn't consider it to be the same thing. yeah, she was a few years younger than him, but he didn't care. in fact, that hardly ever crossed his mind, not while he thought of her on the job or as he held her in his arms. for the most part, she acted so mature that the thought didn't even register in his head.
nothing seemed to taste quite the same, figuratively speaking. only a year ago, he would have been thrilled to stand behind the bar at the club, serving out alcoholic beverages to everyone who was either over the age of twenty one or who could tell a decent lie and say they were twenty one. back then, he wasn't the least bit worried about being caught giving liquor to a minor; he didn't care too much about his bar tending license. it used to be that aaron would dish out drinks to anyone who sat at his bar, and with his grand smile and sexual attitude he'd make a million new friends every night. but these days, he reported those who obviously weren't of age, and was way more strict on when people paid their tabs. somewhere along the line, things changed. now, he only smiled at the particularly beautiful or the seemingly rich. for the most part, he was rather cold and separate. it was funny, though, because people seemed to confide in him more. aaron couldn't care less, but. sometimes the information was good to know, you know? blackmailing people was dangerous, because it could backfire, but if he managed to pull it off right then the rewards were spectacular.
the night grew later, and the crowd grew thicker. soon enough, the entire place was buzzing and pulsing with every note of the music, every beat of the drums that the people danced to out on the floor. their bodies meshed together as they moved. aaron sometimes watched them while he worked, if he saw a particularly interesting or gorgeous character, but for the most part he ignored them in favor of doing his job. but on a night like this, hell. he couldn't even see the massive crowd he knew was out there, he was too bombarded with orders and such. at the moment, he was working along side two other bar tenders, and the three of them together were able to keep things under control. sometimes, he didn't mind his job so much. he just needed to figure himself out and get through this 'mid life crisis' as he would put it and see past tomorrow.
with a martini in one hand and a beer in the other, aaron made his way to the other side of the bar, looking where he was going to make sure that he wouldn't crash into one of his coworkers. moving with a natural swagger, he-- wait, was that willow? spotting her out of the corner of his eye, he stopped short, turning to face her. a smile broke out across his face, seeing as how it was her, and he stashed the drinks he was holding on the hidden shelf underneath and leaned over the counter to kiss her. holding her face in his hands, he spoke just barely over the crowd. "hey, you're quite the surprise." he really hadn't expected her to show up, especially on a crazy night like this. while it made him worry how he would juggle working and entertaining willow, at the same time he was thrilled to have her around and wouldn't want her to leave for anything. with one hand propping up his head and the other arm against the wood, he grinned at her, suddenly alive and awake and alert. acting like they had all the time in the world, he let his head fall to the side as he asked, "are you here for me, or?" hah, of course she was. taking a moment to let his eyes flick down her body as far as he could see and then back to her eyes again, he shook his head a little. "fucking hell, you're gorgeous." she really was. "lemme get you a drink, what do you want. on the house." with the music so loud, he could hardly hear himself, but he knew she could.
` NOTES - sorry i'm slow; i spend most of my time daydreaming about what lays outside my window.
` WORDS - 1120, damn. didn't think i'd write that much o:
` STATUS - haha, i won't say i'm proud of anything but the end, but. done.
` TAGGED - radio's willowww !
` CREDIT - nothing personal ?! at caution
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