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Post by Zachary Scotts on Nov 4, 2008 16:37:11 GMT -5
Zachary smiled. It actually wasn't quite what he'd expected of her, to be honest. He would have thought something closer to Magical Law Enforcement, or possibly even an auror. She had the air of a "do-gooder" about her. It wasn't a bad thing... in fact, he'd always liked the good girls. There was something so much more exciting about enticing a good girl to do bad things. And if he didn't still have Suzette on his mind, he might have been tempted to put the theory to the test with Veronica. But as it was, he was actually content to just sit with her and talk.
Of course, he could never admit that to Derek or Edmund. They'd kick him out of the Trinity for such ridiculous thoughts.
"Just a lucky guess, I suppose," he said. "It's at least the kind of work that takes you away from the office for long periods of time." He finished his drink and nodded politely to the dance floor. "Care for a dance?" he asked.
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Post by Veronica Massey on Nov 5, 2008 10:03:38 GMT -5
Veronica let the job thing slide for now, it wasn't really important for a stranger to know what she did. If a friendship ever bloomed from talking to him, then she'd make a point to correct the misconception later. She hadn't outright lied to him, but she had let him be misled... it was a fine line, but she didn't think it mattered just yet.
"I would love to dance, as long as you aren't the type to step on my toes. I happen to be a very skilled dancer and would not like my feet ruined." She was teasing him of course, and her chuckle was free and playful. Veronica stood up to join him on the dance floor, her legs long and graceful. In fact she really did love to dance, it had been one of those odd skills she'd picked up from her mother.
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Post by timtam on Nov 5, 2008 12:25:06 GMT -5
Tom hadn't been able to get out much, not in any way that would help him relax. He'd heard of this club from a few of the people that he'd talked to around town, but never really given it more than a passing though. Walking through the doors, he pauses to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, before making his way to an empty stool at the bar.
Motioning to the bartender that he's more than ready to order a drink.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Nov 5, 2008 13:01:54 GMT -5
Claire had been in her apartment for the past two days. She hadn't done a thing, other than cook away. She had so much food in her fridge, it was ridiculous! Damn Edmund for making her do it. Ever since he had paid a visit to her apartment, things hadn't seemed quite the same. She seemed a bit off. It wasn't like her to just stay in her apartment for two days straight without going anywhere.
Tonight was the night that she was going out. She wasn't about to make it three nights without going anywhere. Hell, Edmund would be out somewhere doing what he did best. It was time that she just put that behind her because he wasn't going to change, and she knew it.
Dressing in pair of pants that fit perfectly, along with a top to match, Claire left her hair straight. She looked in the mirror. She didn't even bother with any kind of lipstick. Just gloss. That was all she needed. Satisfied with her look, Claire disappeared from her apartment and toward the Nightclub. She might as well have fun.
Upon entering, Claire didn't even notice that Edmund was there, nor his buddies. She was focused on getting a drink first, then looking at her options. Once the barmaid got her drink, she looked down the bar to her left. A mysterious looking man was standing there. A smirk started to form on her face. Maybe tonight was going to be a lot of fun. Her smirk turned into a flirty like smile, and then she glanced away looking back down at her drink.
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Post by timtam on Nov 5, 2008 13:40:02 GMT -5
Tom really didn't have much chance to actually savor his first drink, looking down at his empty glass. It really had been too long since he just sat down someplace and enjoyed just being around people.
He leaned back, rolling his shouders, shaking off the tention in his shoulders and ran his hand through his long hair. He then turned his attention to looking back down the bar to motion to the barmaid, but instead his eyes caught sight of a beautiful woman looking down at her drink casually. How long has it been since he just started up a conversation, he though. He normally was shy when it came to one on one socializing, but oddly found himself smiling at the thought of a good conversation tonight.
Grabbing his empty glass and standing up, he walks cuasually a few chairs down closer to her. "Would you mind if I joined you, seems we both could use a little company." he says with a soft smile on his face. Waving his hand with a flick, to get the barmaids attention once more... "and perhaps a few more drinks to help pass the time."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Nov 5, 2008 15:25:33 GMT -5
She glanced up from her drink to the man that she had noticed. "Oh no, not at all," Claire said motioning to the seat next to her. "And company is something I could use." She gave him one of her best smiles and took another drink from her glass.
Claire observed him discreetly. He seemed like the quiet type, and those seemed to be the fun ones. However that could change in an instant if they became too boring, and Claire didn't want boring tonight. She wanted the complete opposite. She wanted something exciting.
"Thank you," she replied to the barmaid as she refilled her glass. Turning back to the man, she looked at him curiously. "What's a man like you doing here?"
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Post by timtam on Nov 5, 2008 21:22:42 GMT -5
Tom took the seat next to her, and smiled with a slight laugh. "A man like me? I know I don't get out much, but am I that out of place?" Looking down at his black jeans and red suede shirt, he though he looked quite nice compaired to his normal attire. It had been a while since he genuinely smiled, and relished in the light heartedness of her questions.
Taking another sip of his drink, he settles back in the chair, resting his arm on the edge of the bar. "Just one of those nights were I felt like I needed to break away, get some air... so to speak." half raising his head to one side as if the comment pained him to admit, but shrugged it off.
She had a friendly smile, a payfullness to her voice, and carried herself well, although she looked as if she had just as much on her shoulders as he did. "One might ask the same of you, seem just as uncomfortable being sitting here as I."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Nov 5, 2008 21:32:50 GMT -5
"Well, you don't really seem like one of the regulars that come in here," Claire commented. "But then again, I haven't been in here in awhile." She gave a shrug. The last time she was in the club was the night that she made that bet with Edmund. She hadn't stepped foot in it since because things seemed to dull. Plus, at the time, Tristan kept her entertained. After that, she didn't have a desire to come to a club. The Hog's Head and the Three Broomsticks seemed more inviting than a club at the time.
"It's not that I'm uncomfortable being here," Claire said. "I've had a lot of things to think about, and tonight I'm seeing if I can let loose again and just have fun. It's been a couple of nights since I've been out and I thought that maybe I could just get out. After a few more drinks I think I'll be completely relaxed." She gave a small laugh. Tonight, she was not going to think about the past. It was supposed to be a night out, not a night of imprisoning herself with insane thoughts that would never be.
"I'm Claire by the way."
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Post by timtam on Nov 5, 2008 22:32:33 GMT -5
Smiles as he laughs, looking down as his glass and away from her gaze momentarily. "Nice to meet you Claire; I'm Tom" He saw no need for last names at this moment, she hadn't bothered with hers and he thought it best to keep things casual and light hearted.
"Well Claire, seems like we both have alot in common tonight. I haven't been here in what seems like ages, funny how the more things change the more they stay the same." Something that suited him just fine actually, he hadn't wanted to come back since after his recovery.
"Do you dance Claire?"
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Post by Claire Weiss on Nov 5, 2008 22:43:29 GMT -5
"I couldn't agree with you more." Claire finished off her current glass and she was starting to feel a little bit looser. She did hope that a few things changed. It was always nice to see some kind of change, and usually most changes were better than the others.
"Dance? I love to dance," she replied. "I haven't danced awhile though, well, unless you count dancing in my kitchen from time to time." She gave another small chuckle. While she cooked, it seemed to take away her problems, just like when she danced. That's why if something was on her mind, she had to do either. "What about you Tom?"
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Post by timtam on Nov 7, 2008 14:07:38 GMT -5
Half hoping that she would prefer to sit and talk, as he just realized how long it had been since he last been dancing. He's always enjoyed dancing, and used to pretty damn good at it. She was beautiful, and and the music in the background had a good beat, he just needed to try and remember the steps. Grinning slightly as he slides off his chair and onto his feet, thinking: well if he doesn't, should be good for a laugh.
Reaching out his hand, letting it hover in the air waiting for hers, "It would be an honor"
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Post by Claire Weiss on Nov 7, 2008 16:58:08 GMT -5
Claire gave Tom another one of her best smiles and reached her hand out. She always had a weakness for a guy that could dance. Dancing was the best medicine, or at least that's what she always thought.
She took his hand and slid gracefully off her stool after she finished her glass. Claire allowed him to lead her to the floor.
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Post by Becky Stanton on Nov 9, 2008 2:06:55 GMT -5
Derek's brows rose, it was rare really to find someone who was willing to share their history without having at least three times the amount Becky had. Although from hearing what she was saying she had a complicated past romantically and he felt somewhat bad for her, and somewhat bad for whoever Jude and Zander were. "I don't blame either man for wanting you." Becky shrugged. "Zander didn't want me. Well... he did once. But we drifted apart... he gave me the old 'it's not you, it's me' speech... the whole thing. I guess I kind of ruined things with Jude all on my own... but there's nothing I can do about it now." She gave a nervous giggle and sipped her drink. |
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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 9, 2008 4:29:24 GMT -5
"No...I guess not." he said but there was plenty the girl probably could have done about it. Still if she didn't see that then it was his benefit and Jude's loss. He smiled then.
"So tell me something else about you Becky."
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Post by Becky Stanton on Nov 21, 2008 1:07:37 GMT -5
Becky shrugged. What was there to say? She wasn't the most interesting person, or at least that's what she thought. She was just a nice girl, a little shy, a little naive. "I... like to paint," she said. "Mostly landscapes... it's like creating another world. I just imagine a scene and I paint it. Sometimes I'll paint portraits, but I can't quite capture the true essence of a person. It's easier just to paint from imagination, rather than painting from life. Real life, real people, are just so complex it's impossible to really capture it all."
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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 22, 2008 15:45:52 GMT -5
Derek's smile was faint but his eyes showed amusement, " An artist." he declared in a deep purr. "How intriguing." he nodded towards her, " Perhaps you just haven't found the right subject to paint yet." he said suggestively as if he were that person, then sent a mixed signal as he glanced around nonchalantly to check on his friends and see how they were doing. How like the unholy trinity to plan a get together and then spread apart when the fairer sex was present.
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Post by Becky Stanton on Nov 24, 2008 0:41:48 GMT -5
Becky took another large gulp from her glass as if seeking courage from within its depths. "Maybe not," she said with a smile. "I tried to paint Zander... and Jude, too, actually. I didn't quite capture them, I don't think. But the painting of my friend Chloe is pretty good. But then, it's pretty much impossible for Chloe to ever look bad. So even a bad likeness of her is still stunning." She looked at him appraisingly. "You do have very mysterious eyes and excellent bone structure. I wouldn't mind trying to paint you, actually..."
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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 25, 2008 11:28:03 GMT -5
He grinned rakishly at her giving her the full force of his smile, staggering in itself according to female gossip, "Well Ms. Stanton I'd be honored." he told her again in a smooth voice. "Mysterious eyes and excellent bone structure, I've never been complemented so before." then again an artist had never really looked over his face. Then again his countenance was really quite dark when dealing with those whom he wasn't intimate with...or in Becky's case, about to become intimate with.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Dec 2, 2008 13:00:58 GMT -5
Marietta had to admit to herself that Edmund's eyes were gorgeous, but she did not get caught up in them. Maybe it was because her mind wasn't just settled on him. It was just all over the place. Or maybe it was just because she was possibly immune to guys who tried to just woo women over for their 'personal needs'. "Yes. Travel is exciting, but like you said, it is nice to come home. I've been gone for so long, I hadn't even moved into my apartment. I started to unpack things that my parents gratefully put there just before I arrived home. I told them that I would do things my own way and not to worry about doing anything." She smiled whenever he winked. "Are you trying to hit on me Mr. Fairfax," she asked with a teasing smile. Edmund smirked. "Would it be so bad if I was hitting on you?" he asked, winking at her. "You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman. Any man would be crazy not to be interested in you. And may be many things, but crazy is not one of them." He took a sip from his drink and focused his gaze solely on her. For the time being, his friends were not a concern for him. |
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Post by Marietta Gehm on Dec 2, 2008 13:12:20 GMT -5
Marietta laughed. She wasn't ready for men to start hitting on her, but at the moment Edmund seemed harmless. If he started trying to get closer, she would simply turn him down politely and walk away.
"I guess it wouldn't be too bad of a thing," she said smiling. She didn't blush at his next comment. "Thank you." Marietta smiled again. "You're that bad looking yourself." She grew quite for a moment as she took a sip from her drink. "So, has anything new gone up around here in the past few years?"
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