Hit me.... (Open)

[Nadia Blackburn]

Day destroys the night...night divides the day - -

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T R Y T O R U N T R Y T O H I D E
- - Break on through to the other side [/font][/center][/i]

Rhythm swayed Ali’s hips as she walked the plush carpet around the casino. It was her monthly trip to New York City, and already her stash had depleted considerably. Tonight was all about making new contacts, new friends, and new buyers. She had enough in her purse to cover her own indulgences, as well as some lines to share. It was dangerous, but accepted behavior in New York. Even so, Ali had to tread carefully to avoid being swept up into any of the ongoing scandals that riddled the city.

“Hit me, love.” Her class raised from the felt table top and pressed to her lips firmly. A potent mix of rum and coke slid down her throat as the dealer flipped another card in her direction. 19. Satisfied, she set the glass back down and smiled coolly across the table. “I’ll hold..” Her opposition looked her over hungrily… if not for the fact that she looked set to walk with his money, he’d looked ready to give her the money anyhow in exchange for a favor or two. His initial cards flipped, showing 15. Ali’s lip curled expectantly. He had to hit to have a chance, and half the deck was in range to push him to bust. He nodded to the dealer knowingly and the dealer drew down.

“7… that’s 22. The lady wins.” Ali winked, the chips being pushed her way by the MC of the table as she fiddled with the chips at her fingertips. It was such a shame, that she hadn’t yet found anyone suitable enough to stalk tonight. Last night’s escapades flittered across her mind and she tossed in a few chips for the next round. Last night… the ebony skinned, gorgeous woman she entranced with a few sips, a few flashes of skin, and then it was sweet ecstasy. Lines of cocaine, an abundance of alcohol, and the subsequent throes of passion were enough to make even Alejandra’s experienced head swim headily. It was a damn shame that she had to try and steal the rest of Ali’s cut. Otherwise, she’d have probably been a wonderful partner tonight too.

The dealer cut the deck and distributed the cards between Ali and her next opponent. She wasn’t going to stay much longer, if something else didn’t pique her interest soon.

Status: Complete
Words: 387
Muse: Halfway Here
Tagged: Anyone
Outfit: Here
Lyrics: Break on Through – Steve Holy
Credit: credit for this awesome plot page goes to COLIExCHAOS[/color] @ Caution 2.0.[/i][/font]

[livinginadream]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

Alex had been trying, for far too long, to stick to his new plans. Stay away from the vice of a bottle and find other ways to entertain himself. But it was proving much more difficult than he had first thought. At first, simple. He had found himself taking a walk in the cool crisp night to chase away temptation. Then it grew more tempting as he found his mind, when not entertainined, drifting to the calming drink. Without the comfort of a drink, his mind started to wander. Mostly to the lonliness that was gripping him. Never had he been so long without someone at his side, and though he had thought he'd be okay it was starting to eat at him. He wasn't much sure how he could survive it all.

So it was the reason that he found himself here tonight. He wasn't a gambler, he had no need to risk money. He had no need to amke more, his life was comfortable with what he had. But the air of the casino called to him. The risk, the women, money floating around. Drinks circulated, it was a place where he could drink, but not be compeled to do so irresponisably as he might a bar.

As soon as he stepped in he was glad that he had given into his temptation and returned to the night scene. The feel of the room surrounded him, and instantly he was emersed in it. A drink found it's way into his hand, and he couldn't help but give into the temptation of drinking it. ITs liquid burned its way down pleasently and he reveled in its taste. With his first temptation satisfied he moved among the tables, his eyes drifting over the gamblers. Nothing much caught his attention, the calling of the cards didnt reach his ears. Most of the tables were full anyways. The night was warm and it brought out a lot of people it seemed.

It was a seat next to a rather attractive brunette that caught his eye, and he wasnt going to complain about taking it. He slid into it easily, placing some of his chips down on the table. He didnt have very many, after all what money did he really need? It was more to be around people, in a room where their words and laughter could warm him instead of sitting alone at a cold bar.
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words - - -
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes none
credits this was made by brooke !

[Nadia Blackburn]

A kindest heart which always made - -

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M E A S H A M E DO F M Y O W N
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The chips clattered between each other onto the green felt table top. Ali didn’t bother looking to her left, the scent alone was enough to tell her all she really needed to know. It was decidedly human… and it was very, very male. She smiles a bit, pushing her hair behind her ear nearest to her newest conquest. It was step one… move the hair, attract the attention. Her earrings clinked cheerfully against each other and she could almost feel his eyes catching onto her. She lifts her glass, giving the man beside her a wink and taking a long draught.

“Are you in?” her voice purred almost unnaturally as she shifted in her seat. Her leg slid against the denim of her pants, her skin suddenly flaring with heat. She was beginning to be more concerned with her seat partner than the game itself. She studied him slowly, gauging him carefully and pursing her lips in thought. If she could maintain an amount of silence, she might be able to get him to come stumbling after her, before she’d have to resort to trying to follow him out later.

The bass-line from the music on the floor above them reverberated down and settled into Ali’s spine. It made her shiver deliciously, looking at the cards in front of her and then bringing her gaze across the table. The older man across from her was decked in a suit with a decidedly younger woman accompanying him that evening. He wasn’t nearly as interesting though… and instead she merely played her hand. She had seen several of the people floating around her table last night, but not the one who sat only inches away from her now. No.. he was different. New. Fresh.

“Hit me.”

Status: Complete
Words: 294
Muse: Low
Tagged: Anyone
Outfit: Here
Lyrics: Eva – Nightwish
Credit: credit for this awesome plot page goes to COLIExCHAOS[/color] @ Caution 2.0.[/i][/font]

[livinginadream]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

Alex wasn’t looking for a female interest that night, well not on purpose. But as he settled into this seat, he noticed that the one beside him was decidedly not looking at him. If that wasn’t a clear sign that she was trying to catch his eye then the motion she made next was far obvious. A slight motion, she tucked her hair behind her ear, a light smile. Alex was on to her game. As he pushed his chips into the table a hint of a smirk touched his lips.

“I’m game.” The words of course held a double meaning. Alex was surely game for more than just a game of black jack. It felt strange, to be out so easily like this. For so long he had been weighed down with thoughts and ghosts of the past that he hadn’t been sure that he would be able to jump back into the world of clubs and attractive women. At least her attention was enough to show him that he was still nice looking at the end of the day.

He almost scoffed at that thought. He didn’t have much left, did he? No. He wasn’t going to get into the whole woe is me issue, not just yet. He was still sober and no one had mentioned the name of a certain dark haired woman so he would be fine. He decided that as the end of depressing thoughts then as the cards were dealt out.

Loose himself to a few games, and drinks. Though not enough to get himself addicted to either. That was his game tonight and he intended to win it. He tossed the woman he sat next to a glance as she spoke once again to the dealer. She had that look of someone who was here often. A gambler? A man hunter? Whoever she was she exuded a feel of power. Not of strength, but that sort of attitude that she could get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Well, he’d see how long that lasted. Turning his gaze back to his cards he nodded to the dealer. He didn’t speak a word, but the deal understood the silent signal for hit me.

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words - - -
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes sorry for the wait – show week was hectic
credits this was made by brooke !