Golden heels clicked with an awkward tone against the pavement, the source cautiously passing the endless line, nearing the bouncer. The bouncer, as expected, held out his hand to prevent the young lady from going any further, his eyes raking her form questioningly. One tan finger went up signalling him to give her a moment before the woman began to search through the golden clutch. After a mere minute passed, a short piece of wrinkled paper was presented to the bouncer, whom had an unsure face at the usual gesture. Suddenly, after reading it, his widened and his threw it back at her with haste, as if fearing the writing upon the slip, and stepped aside without a word. The people in line groaned as the beautiful blonde was given access, glaring harshly at the bouncer whom had already returned to a frozen position as if nothing happened.
I'm surprised that worked, hazel eyes tried to decipher the inside of the nightclub, the music echoing throughout every inch of her brain while her feet vibrated form the intensity. This club was nothing shy of what Arielle expected, directed here by her friend, Riana, forced was a better word, she expected it to be packed and overwhelming. "You will go to this club, got it? I'm not having a friend who doesn't know the local joints. You hand them this and they'll let you in. Don't worry, it'll work, 'won a race against one of the owner's kids, got a free past. Nice eh? Now! You will put this on and you will not complain! Now get ready, no buts!" Why was Riana so pushy? Arielle let out an external groan, earning a look from someone near her, who took the groan in a different way, at the trouble. Arielle didn't want to be here, let alone in such an outfit, she wasn't a club person, and hardly a people person to begin with.
Shaking her head to the man who'd taken her groan invitingly, Arielle bee-lined for the bar, desperate to break away from the madness. Fixing her hair unconsciously, Arielle made sure the little back dress was pulled down so nothing became exposed when she sat at the bar. Her shoulders felt chilled due to the shoulder missing, the only thing holding up the dress was straps, adjustable by golden buckle. However her arms were not entirely fee as small short sleeves covered the upper section, connected loosely to dress. In truth, it wasn't even hers and Riana had been more than excited they shared the same dress size. Arielle on the other hand wasn't so thrilled.
""Shot, please." Arielle told the bartender, whom went right to the order. If she were to suffer this bar, long enough to have Riana pick er up when it closed, she would need a shot. Many, many shots. The shot before her gleamed beneath the club lights, as if saying, you ready for this? Downing without another thought, she barked for another one, not allowing the bartender to argue. Within minutes Arielle was playing with her golden bracelet, that and the shots would be her distraction.
I'm surprised that worked, hazel eyes tried to decipher the inside of the nightclub, the music echoing throughout every inch of her brain while her feet vibrated form the intensity. This club was nothing shy of what Arielle expected, directed here by her friend, Riana, forced was a better word, she expected it to be packed and overwhelming. "You will go to this club, got it? I'm not having a friend who doesn't know the local joints. You hand them this and they'll let you in. Don't worry, it'll work, 'won a race against one of the owner's kids, got a free past. Nice eh? Now! You will put this on and you will not complain! Now get ready, no buts!" Why was Riana so pushy? Arielle let out an external groan, earning a look from someone near her, who took the groan in a different way, at the trouble. Arielle didn't want to be here, let alone in such an outfit, she wasn't a club person, and hardly a people person to begin with.
Shaking her head to the man who'd taken her groan invitingly, Arielle bee-lined for the bar, desperate to break away from the madness. Fixing her hair unconsciously, Arielle made sure the little back dress was pulled down so nothing became exposed when she sat at the bar. Her shoulders felt chilled due to the shoulder missing, the only thing holding up the dress was straps, adjustable by golden buckle. However her arms were not entirely fee as small short sleeves covered the upper section, connected loosely to dress. In truth, it wasn't even hers and Riana had been more than excited they shared the same dress size. Arielle on the other hand wasn't so thrilled.
""Shot, please." Arielle told the bartender, whom went right to the order. If she were to suffer this bar, long enough to have Riana pick er up when it closed, she would need a shot. Many, many shots. The shot before her gleamed beneath the club lights, as if saying, you ready for this? Downing without another thought, she barked for another one, not allowing the bartender to argue. Within minutes Arielle was playing with her golden bracelet, that and the shots would be her distraction.