don't cha wish you partied like me?

[Isabel Larosee}}]

&+ I was like, why you so obsessed with me?

White porch squealed to a halt as a tall brunette appeared from the drivers seat, short black sparkling dress with strapped heals dressed to impress. Her hair teased into a high poof and the rest curled making her already tanned heat faced look even more beautiful. Tonight, someone would get lucky. The slam of the car door came after her arm flung backwards her finely manicured fingers pressing the button as two beeps sounded behind her and she flailed the keys into her cough handbag. Who is this pampered princess? None other than Isabel Olivia Larossee herself, famous model with parents that were both rich and successful. What was she doing here? Well trying out a new lonesome town like itself, it needed some spicing up.

There was a line, ha no problem. Her pedicured toes made their way over to the front of the line, a large muscular man stood there arms crossed as he checked id's and unbuckled the red rope for those who passed. He wore a black suit and matching black sunglasses as he selected an id from a girl in a mini skirt and tank top, trash. She thought as she raised a waxed eye brow and look towards the man, "Isabel Larosee, model." Her voice snapped as she pulled out her id a smug smile on her face as she looked down the line selecting a few decent guys from the crowd. "Kay, your good." He replied handing her id back to her as she flicked back her curled brunette locks prancing towards the club doors and swinging them open without a second glance back.

Instantly the sound of blaring music and flashing lights made her flinch as a drunk girl bumped into her and the crowd seemed to shuv over where she didn't think it could even move as she entered and a few after her. Not as nice as the ones back in California but it'll do for now I guess. She thought as her mind wandered towards the barn where a crowd had gathered and where a couple bar tenders were awaiting the eager drunkies. What ever, her green eyes wandered around the dancing and she thought againest dancing first, she'd have to be drunk already to join them. Now, to get a drink was her next opsticle as she walked through the crowd not even thinking twice about shuving people over and out of her way as she went. The queen bitch had arrived.

Wow, an empty seat. Her feet led her to it as she scooted upon it and she leaned onto the bar table putting her elbow on it and resting her head upon her hand as a young man came over a half smile on his face. "What can I get you, miss?" She asked his eyes wandering over her and she knew it loving it as usual. "Something heavy," she snapped though her eyes batted flirtatously as she leaned towards him "I'm in the mood." She winked towards him as she swung around away from him as she looked out towards the crowd, she was bound to have someone come up to her soon. The young man hurried away to get her drink bringing it back soon enough but not yet quite fast enough for her.

Her hand grabbed it from his clutched the triangle glass and long stem fitting perfectly in her grasp. Her lips curled over the glass as she took a sip tasting its familar taste and smirking. This would do.

muse;; blahhh.
word count;; 587
insperation;; music <3
comment;; cute guy please, and she's a little a whore haha so must be able to handle her (; Thank yah lovies!

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[Matthew "Matt" Adams]

Matt had seen the small club on his way into town. He hadn't had something to drink in a long time. And he completely given up smoking. It was a dirty habbit and he no longer wished to do any of it. But what was a harmless drink? He needed one. All he wanted was to go back home, for everything to go back to normal. And his mom would never find out. And this was clubbing, not partying. Matt pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car, fake i.d. in hand.

He could already hear the loud bass pumping. He loved loud music, especially songs with good beats. Matt stood in line, which was moving pretty fast. When he finally got up to the door, he handed the bouncer his i.d. Of course it looked real, he had gotten his from on the of the best. Matt strode into the club acting like he was 21, which of course he wasn't.

Now time for a drink. Matt paused to let a drunk walk by and spotted the bar. He walked briskly to an open seat next to a tall looking brunette. She was a model, he had seen her a couple times, Isabel something or other. He couldn't really recall her last name. He sat down next to her and ordered a fruity sounding drink. He took a long swig of his drink. It tasted like strawberries.

He turned around on the stool, so he was facing the same way she was. "Hey. You're that model right?" He asked, trying to make conversation, which he wasn't really good at. His eyes glanced around the club, trying to find any women who looked like they would be a good time. Matt was hardly a man whore, but tonight was different, it was his first real night in the new town, and he was ready to have some fun.

ooc;; holaaaa. :] and hope you dont' mind me replying.
music;; none.
outfit;; clicky clicck

[Isabel Larosee}}]

The music blared in her ears as she flipped her onyx locks on her shoulder her lips pressed together as her eye lashes batted towards the crowd. Those crystal yet dark blue eyes peircing as she looked across the room as more people entered. She swung her chair around picking up her drink and taking a sip then more eager to get wasted and heavy. Hey. You're that model right? The sound of a guys voice came to her ears as she turned her chair in his direction, drink in hand. She nodded her head, "and you are?" She raised a brow as she watched him for a moment he was alright, she could do better I guess but then again might as well get wasted and be a whore with this guy. He was decent comepared to the clowns in this place.

Her fingertips ran along the rim of the glass her icey eyes watching him for a minute as she awaited his answer as a loose hand ran down the side of her dress. Her eyes went towards the side where what seemed like way to many packed in one place stood so she couldn't detirmen the person but it sort of creeped her out. "ew." she said allowed as she looked back to the guy her pointer finger twirling with her curled ebon tendrals as she brought the glass to her lips again before finishing it off and calling for another one. When she drank, she drank lots. Unless she was at something for her carrier then a whine or something was enough.

Today was interesting, she had to of course go to the studio then afterwards decided to go riding and went for a ride in the outdoor arena where her and Terminator did some dressage for a while, it had been alright but then again it was tiring and she wasn't one that liked to feel the heat upon her already tanned skin and went off with an easy day for Nate today. Thinking she'd eventually have to go clubbing sometime she had gone shopping and bought this fabulous dress and others, selecting this one for tonights clubbing and now here she was. Well maybe if this guy would just spit his name out already we'd be all good.

muse // ehh low.
word count // three eight three
insperation // music but its not working today blahh.
comment // trust me she just needs to be entertained and its alright, are they hooking up or something?

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[Matthew "Matt" Adams]

"I'm Matt." He said, taking another swig of his drink as she turned towards him. She was pretty, but not really his type, but if she wanted to hook up then might as well let her. He knew by the way she was drinking she did this fairly often. But it wasn't like Matt was a viringial little thing either. But he noticed some guy run a hand down the side of her dress. But she muttered and "ew" and continued drinking, her finger twirling her hair.

Matt allowed his eyes to casually wonder up and down her body as she ordered another drink. The dress she was wearing made her look hot. He smiled to himself and finished off his drink, and casually ordered whatever Isabel was drinking, which was obviously pretty heavy. He took a sip from his drink and leaned in towards her. "That dress makes you look very sexy." He whispered seductively into her ear.

What he wanted was a good night. he hadn't had one in a while. He was armed and ready to drown his sorrows in alchohol and waste away the next day with a hangover most likely. What a better way to get used to a new town then get drunk, screw some random girl, and then go ride your horse? Of course he definitely wouldn't be doing any riding tomorrow if this drink was as heavy as it tasted.

Of course he had wanted to get away from drinking, and he had really tried. At least he had given up the smoking and hard core partying and clubbing. This hardly counted as hard core. This hardly even counted as clubbing. At least it was better than nothing though.

ooc;; it's completely up to you. =)
music;; come on, come on - morgan laurence

[Isabel Larosee}}]

I'm Matt, his voice came into earshot quicker than she thought it would as she twirled her hair and batted her eyes flirtatiously, a small smirk forming on her glossed kissers. He wasn't her type but what ever one night of fun won't her, her reputation as a model cause they all expected her to screw up some how and if that meant having some fun with a total stranger let it be. She put her hand out towards him her onyx locks flying backwards off her shoulders and settling on her back, as he commented how the dress made her look sexy she smirked. "Well, Matt why don't you come try it out; dance with me."

Her manicured fingertips reached for his hand as she pratically dragged him out of his seat and almost skipped on the dance floor as she began to dance flicking her hair out of her face as her fingertips let go his hand and it began to go up his arm as she danced to the beat of the music as her hips swayed and soo she was grinding up againest him her dress rising up as the music boomed around her. Boy, did this guy not know what was coming hell yes it was Isabel.

She didn't have anything to loose after all, there was no one to go to back at her appartment since she lived alone and no where to go to besides hanging out with her snobbish friends that sometimes even annoyed her though she was much worse. Sooner or later after this night she'd think nothing of it but man did it feel good to club again it was all the more funner to hook up with random strangers while your at it. "Oh, and by the way.." Her voice lingered as she looked towards him a glint of mischevious in her eye, "I'm not just a model at the studio, I do at home work too." Her voice floated flirtatiously towards him as she drew herself closer to him then with drew leaving him wanting more. I mean who wouldn't?

word count // three six five
muse // eh.
insperation // musiccc.
comment // sooo sorry i had to power play there if i didn't my muse would of been down the drain and i know how i absolutely hate when people power play so i was like ahh.

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[Matthew "Matt" Adams]

Matt loved the smirk that former on her perfectly glossed lips. "I'd love to." He said as she grabbe his hands and drug him to the dance floor. His half drank beverage still sitting on the bar. He didn't normally dance, he couldn't really, and tended to avoid it at all costs, but he was fairly tipsy and what was one time anyway? As her hand left his and traced up his arm, he shivered with delight. Her hips grinded against him in time with the beat, her dress riding up her thighs. Matt was definitely glad he came clubbing tonight.

"And you know I couldn't turn down your offer to do some...private modeling." Matt said in an equally flirtatious and mischevious tone. Isabel moved towards him, then away from him. Matt placed his hands on her hip and pulled her towards him. "Now get back here." He said, still grinning as he began to move his hips against hers, but his hands still lingering on her hips.

His head spun as he leaned down and kissed along her colar bone seductively, then up her neck and across her chin, stopping teasingly close to her mouth. Then he leaned close to her ear again. "I can show you a good time if you're up for it." Matt said seducitvely. She better not just be teasing him and leading him on. He hated girls that did that.

ooc;; it's fine. i completely understand. =)
music;; still nothing. rawr

[Isabel Larosee}}]

His hands drew her back to him as he spoke to her And you know I couldn't turn down your offer to do some...private modeling, now get back here. He replied playfully and she smirked loving the rush as he began to kiss up her neck and teasingly pulled away as he drew near her kissers. Her fingertips reached for his hands as she lifted one of them and the other unbuttoning the first of his shirt as her index finger traced his jaw line teasingly as he whispered into her ear I can show you a good time if you're up for it. His voice lingered in her ear as she pursed her lips, who didn't want her? "Why don't you show me now,"

Her lips lowered to his ear as she whispered this before she tugged his hand a little, then walked away from him knowing he'd follow wanting more of her. A smirk spread upon her face as she sat upon the stoof once again taking a long sip of her drink then turning around expecting to see him standing there waiting to bring her to his appartment or hers and having a good time of their own there. Ooh how she was waiting for this one, she was getting way to bored out of her mind and now she'd have some fun.

Sure he wasn't her type, but what the hell go for it babe is what her best friend back home would say. Coming from the girl that she only got along with sincerely she kept that in mind, alot. Her fingers tap upon the table before she turned around her curly ebon locks flaunting as she swung in the chair, was she already drunk? Ha, who cares a fun time awaits.

muse // so sorry that was horrible!
word count // two nine seven
insperation // nada
comment // you can power play if you want i don't mind

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[Matthew "Matt" Adams]

Matt's body was still slightly sawying to the hypnotic beat of the track. Isabel's soft fingertips lifted one of his hands, while the other unbuttoned the first button. When he leaned in, one of her fingers traced his jawline. He heard her murmur to show her now. "Right here?" Matt asked, but she tugged on his hand, and started to walk away. Of course he followed her like a loyal puppy. Isabel sat back down on the stool, and took another sip of her drink. As she turned around he stood between her legs so they were on either side of him.

His hands moved up her inner thighs. "My place, or yours?" Matt asked, grinning stupidly. "I don't have any alchohol at my place though." He said as he looked down upon her, pushing a brown curl from her face. Somehow sex always seemed better when he was drunk. He reached behind her and grabbed his own drink, taking a long chug, and then setting it back down on the bar. He leaned down and planted a long kiss on her soft lips, cupping her face with his hands. Matt's lips parted and his tongue traced her bottom lip lightly.

ooc;; that wasn't horrible. =)
word count;; 200 even
music;; shut up and let me go - the ting tings

[Isabel Larosee}}]

No surpise he had followed her like a puppy as he sat infront of her, his hands rubbing the insides of her thighs as he leaned in grabbing her face and kissing her gently on the lips and tracing her bottom lip with his tounge before murming My place or yours? I don't have any alchohol at my place though. He finished and she pretending to think twirling her glass as she looked around as if looking for someone better to come along before returning his gaze.

Leaning forward she kissed his lips softly then again before getting up and setting her drink down, "my place I've got pratcially everything they have here." She replied with a smirk as she stood there for a moment, ooh the fun begins. Her fingertips twirled with her hair as the thought of them curled up in bed and getting right to it, did he have to take so long to follow her out. It was funny, the first thing that he had said when she had unbuttoned the first button was right here? If she had her way they'd get right to it infront of everyone, but that wouldn't look good on a cover or the magazines now would it?

muse // horrible!
word count // 207
insperation // nada
comment // want me to make a post in the residence or continue here?

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[Matthew "Matt" Adams]

He loved the way she looked around, pretending he didn't exist, as if he hadn't said a word. This was perfect to him, and he knew it would be a perfect night as well. Just the thought of her body next to his made his stomach flutter. Now he was acting like a 13 year old. He had done this a few times before. He was used to the informality of it all, and it was strangely nice, to know he could return to his own apartment, and act like nothing had happened. Of course they would probably exchange numbers, say they would love to get together again, although it probably wouldn't happen. Or maybe it would, maybe he would actually call back and offer to go out for drinks again. Or not.

Matt smiled softly at her after she kissed him back. His apartment was still a mess, crammed with boxes and furniture that was splayed about randomly. His hands traveled underneath the hem of her dress, on her hips. "If we don't go soon, I may just have to undress you right here." He teased playfully. Of course he wouldn't do it right here in front of the whole club. He was at least somewhat modest.

ooc;; um, in the residence is good. =)
music;; nothing
muse;; seems to be growing! =D
word count;; 207

[Isabel Larosee}}]

[kay, i'll reply to it there then ]