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Post by ELYSE LYLA ACKERLEY on Aug 4, 2009 9:57:28 GMT -5
Elyse had been coming to 'Seven Deadly Sins' since she was fifteen years old - she scored a fake id and got in, and has been friends with the bouncers and bartenders since. Knowing people in this small beach side town helps you get around and Elyse had many bar owners eating out of the palm of her hands... but mostly because she looked older that she really was. Being seventeen and sitting in classes all day was a lame life that she hated to live - not to mention failing out and being held back sucked ass.
Tonight, she was here to drink. It's friday night, everyone from school is out at glorified house parties and she's here, getting shit-faced at the bar, seeing nothing but skin dancing all around her. She had been bi-curious for a while now... but had never allowed herself to really cross a line with another woman. But coming in this skin shop made her think about it more often, and with more intensity.
She was sitting at the bar, ordering shots from the bartender, while endlessly flirting with him. She rarely saw anyone she knew in this place. Most people were too stuck up to be even seen out side the door to this place. She didn't care, she'd been busted by her Dad, the local Sheriff, for worse. That was her other connection - a name she could throw out if she didn't get her way in a place like this. Blabbing her mouth about telling on them for selling drinks to minors - pure blackmail. Elyse does it best!
The song on the sound system was some chick song by Katy Perry - I Kissed a Girl. Elyse had heard the song before, but she herself was more into the heavy metal genre or show tunes. But she rarely let people outside of school hear about the show tunes. She adored the Wicked soundtrack, Sweeney Todd, and Rent. She wanted to be an actress or model one day - get to show off her flat tummy in some Calvin Klien underwear, or she would wear pink for Victoria Secret. Downing her shot of tequila, she felt the burn sensation rush down her throat and into her stomach. She was starting to get hungary, and figured that she would have to leave soon to satisfy that sensation.
She sat back on the bar stool and through the smokey cloud in the room, watched the girl on the stage dance her her bra and thong... moving her body to the music, which was now a hard core rock instrumental piece. She had not noticed that anyone had occupied the stool next to her, until she heard her name... |
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