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For you, m'lady. A small token of my affections.

I try. An' I brought the 'Stang, as I figured my bike might mess up your hair.

Wow, you are in high spirits tonight! We'd best get going. I told them we'd be there in... Twenty minutes, so let's go.

Ah, listen to those horses run. Pick out some tunes while we drive.

At the aforementioned club in a darkened corner, two women sat at a table across from each other, nursing their third or fouth order of vodka. On of the women wore something close akin to Gothic Lolita but with a more rebellious look to it with the silver chains criscrossing across her skirts to match the ones looped along her silver-ringed ears. Black shiny boots reached up to her lower thigh, worn as a attraction to any man that dared to stare as well as the low cut top that exposed enough bosom to satisfy any male but also cut off a couple inches above her stomach showing slim pale abs. She smiled as she drew out a cigarette, lighting it up, and twirled a dark curl of her long hair around her finger and stared at her drinking partner, who was dressed casually in tight leather pant with matching boots and white man's shirt with a few of the button's left undone at the top. The other woman ignored the stare and sighed in boredom. "And why did you drag me up here on the wekend? I could have been catching up on sleep." she complained. The smoker grinned and flashed her a perfect white smile. "I couldn't help it, just the look on your face at six in the morning, coming to the door dressed in nothing but a tank top and boxers was too cute." She took a drag of the cigarette to escape the urge to fall into a fit of giggling as the other one's face turned a light shade of red as her eyes narrowed into a threatening glare. "You are lucky there are no windows in this place, Marissa." she hissed. Marissa fell for it and made sure to set her cigarette into a nearby empty ashtray before bursting into laughter, the sound echoing into the din of the surrounding members of the crowd around them. She calmed down a few moments later and took a sip of her vodka. "Oh, come on, Skye." she whined. "You never know when someone is looking for talent, not that you don't have it in abundance." Skye rolled her eyes and snagged Marissa's cig to take a long draw before handing it back to her. "Yeah, lucky me.." Marissa sighed and sat back in her chair, her eyes scanning the room. "You know what your problem is?" Skye swirled the alcohol around in her glass, her foot tapping against her guitar case under the table and didn't look up. "What?" "You need to get laid."

"Breaking my back just to know your name.
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game.
I'm breaking my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this.
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss.
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this,
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this.
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight.
Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight...

"Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential..."

((That song scares me because I knew the whole thing when I first heard it and sang it. Am I the only that realizes this is going to be an abnormally huge band?)

She sat near the speakers, listening to the music with a content look on her face as she sipped from a screwdriver, nevermind how she got it since she was underage. She wore a fluffy maid like dress, with a white piping going around the edges, a low cut tank top where a ribbon snaked around the edge and tied in to a bow, a pair of straights stockings and knee high boots. It wasn't a strange attire really, a few people were dressed differently in the club. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she idly played with one of the black ribbons in her hair, she never came here for company, more to listen to the music and get out of her cramped apartment.