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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Nov 27, 2009 1:25:14 GMT -5
She had told Darryl that they would go out and party, and she had ment it. So the next week after dinner with her family, Dezaraye owl'd her brother to meet her at Enchanted nightclub in London.
Since it was too cold outside, Dez made her way into the club. Getting past the bouncer was easy, a simple batting of the eyes and a quick smile, and she was past the line and inside her world of loud music and dancing.
Dez walked over to the bar in the corner and ordered a drink before sitting on the stool and waiting patiently for Darryl, while also eyeing the crowd for someone to introduce him to later on in the evening.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Nov 27, 2009 23:16:45 GMT -5
Darryl liked a party as much as the next guy, especially if there were lots of cute girls involved. But it was for that very reason that he was worried about Dezaraye. Where there was alcohol, music, and attractive people, often inhibitions were lost and reckless decisions were made. He didn't want Dez to get into any trouble.
This was the real reason he'd suggested going to the club with her, so that he could see just how reckless she was. If he happened to meet a cute girl along the way, well, he wouldn't complain about that.
It took him a few minutes (and 20 galleons) to convince the bouncer to let him in, but he finally made his way into the club. Standing by the door, he scanned the room for Dez, finally spotting her near the bar. He also spotted a couple of good-looking girls, so he adapted his patented swagger as he walked through the club and over to Dezaraye.
"Hey, Dez," he said, reaching her. "Looks like the place is crowded tonight."
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Nov 28, 2009 0:03:42 GMT -5
While scanning the crowd, Dezaraye saw her brother swagger on in, and she smiled and waved at him.
"Hey Dar," Dezaraye said as he reached her. "And crowded is perfect," Dez said. "More options for you too find your dream girl," Dez laughed. She was insistant on finding a girl for her brother tonight.
"Want a drink?" she asked, holding up her own brightly colored beverage.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Nov 28, 2009 1:18:59 GMT -5
Darryl nodded. "Yeah, I don't mind if I do, actually," he said. He wanted to stay mostly sober, so he could keep an eye on Dez, but a couple of drinks probably wouldn't hurt.
He turned to the bartender. "I'll have a scotch and soda."
Then he shrugged and looked back at his sister. She was dressed in a rather skimpy, low-cut dress, and he felt the almost uncontrollable need to cover her with a blanket. "That's a nice dress," he commented. "Where's the rest of it?"
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Nov 28, 2009 2:39:24 GMT -5
Dez always giggled at how, when they drank, Dez would always have the pretty-fruity-party drinks, and Darryl would have the "grown-up" drink. Dez winked at the bartender, cute guy, knowing that even just that would at least discount Darryl's drink.
"Ha ha ha," she laughed dryly and rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with this dress Darryl," She didn't bother to point out that this was one of her more modest dresses, that she only put on because she knew she was going out clubbing with her brother.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Nov 29, 2009 0:02:21 GMT -5
If he had known that this was a "modest" dress for her, he probably would have dragged her out shopping for long, shapeless, high-necked dresses, so it was a good thing that she didn't mention it. He looked at her again and frowned. "It's a little short," he said, and left it at that.
His drink arrived, and he took a sip from it before turning back to her. He hadn't missed the wink she had given the bartender, or the way he smiled back. "Seems like you're a regular around here," he remarked.
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Nov 29, 2009 15:30:01 GMT -5
"It's supposed to be Darryl," Dez refrained from rolling her eyes. "Don't worry about it," she said, knowing that's exactly what he was doing. Dezaraye finished her drink and handed her glass back to the bartender along with a sweet smile.
"Yea, I guess I am," again, only half the truth. Dez was a regular everywhere. Except for Sundays, she was at one of the many bars/clubs in London, everyone on the clubing circut knew Dezaraye Nivens.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Dec 6, 2009 1:41:50 GMT -5
Darryl eyed her over the top of his glass while he drank. He really was worried about her. It wasn't even because she admitted to being a regular at the club, and it wasn't about her dress or the fruity party drink. What concerned him most was her casual attitude about it all. She wasn't even thinking about the danger she was putting herself in. But how was he supposed to talk to her about it without lecturing?
"Please tell me you're being careful," he said at last. "That's all I want to say on the subject... for now, anyway. I just want you to be safe."
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Dec 6, 2009 15:24:15 GMT -5
"Careful?" Dez said with a raised eyebrow. "Darryl, I was a Slytherin you know,} she said with a smile. "If anything were to happen, I could kick pretty much anyone's ass, magically or otherwise." It was true, occasionally she'd have some nights where someone would get tough and try to take advantage of her, and drunk or not, Dezaraye had a very accuarte wand aim. "Stop worring big brother," Dez said as her second drink came.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Jan 31, 2010 23:53:16 GMT -5
Darryl laughed, but it was half-hearted. Yes, he knew his sister could defend herself when necessary. But that wasn't the point. The point was that this lifestyle was unhealthy, and she was putting herself at risk for a lot of things. He didn't feel it was appropriate to ask her if she went home with any of the guys she met, or if she slept with guys she didn't know. But he suspected that she was, and he hoped that she was at least taking precautions to avoid getting pregnant or anything else. He didn't think she was ready to be a mother.
"All right, Dez. If you say so. I just... you know, you and Trina are my only little sisters, so of course I'm going to worry about you. I can't help it."
He sighed as she took a sip from her second drink. They had only been there for a few minutes, and she was already having a second drink. He wondered just how many drinks she usually would have on a night like this.
"I'll try not to be a downer, OK? Just... tell me what else is going on in your life. How's the job?"
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Feb 1, 2010 1:44:51 GMT -5
Since she went throught the first drink pretty fast, she sipped at this one, to make Darryl less nervous. She smiled from behind the pink glass at her brother, trying to hide the frown in her mind. Her job...or lack of job. "My job..." she said aloud. She sort of didn't have one anymore. Something about bringing guys to the coat room of the club she worked at. But she wasn't about to tell Darryl that. "Yea, that didn't work out." That reminded her that she should probably hit the pavement, if she wanted to keep living in her own place, and not on her siblings' couch, or worse, her parents house.
"Let's dance Darr!" Dez jumped up, trying to distract him from her lack of employment. the music was pumping and Dez danced on spot happily
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Feb 1, 2010 23:50:15 GMT -5
"Wait... what?" Darryl stammered. Had she just told him that she had lost her job? "Dez..."
But she was already up and dancing, and completely not listening to him. Clearly, this was the wrong time and place to have a serious conversation with her, but if she had just lost her job.... well, they would need to talk about it, and soon. She needed to make a plan about how to get a new one.
On the other hand, he didn't want to be known as the "boring" brother, so he decided that, for now, he would keep his mouth shut. Still, he couldn't resist just one last comment.
"We are going to talk about this later, Dez," he warned her.
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Feb 14, 2010 16:07:06 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah yeah," she waved off the comment. She knew when it came to her lack of job, Darryl was going to freak out. But they could discuss that later. (And by discuss, she knew that meant Darryl lecturing her on having a steady job...) Working wasn't really her deal anyway, she only had a job to pay rent.
"Come on D," she grabbed her brothers hand and led him to the floor.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Feb 23, 2010 17:11:30 GMT -5
(I think we need some other people to interact with… I may send in Phil… hahah)
She didn’t seem the least bit concerned with the fact that she didn’t have a job. If she didn’t get something soon, that meant she would be coming around to her many siblings looking for money. And of course he would give it to her… but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he needed Dez to start taking responsibility for her actions. Come to think of it, Trina needed to do the same.
He never got a chance to protest, because she was dragging him off to the dance floor. Once he was out there, though, he forgot about all of these issues. Darryl loved dancing, he loved music and flirting with girls. As much as he tried to be responsible, he always was just as capable as Dezaraye was of having fun.
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Feb 27, 2010 1:54:00 GMT -5
(mkay, i have no one to send in, or else I would... I could send in Tyler to pick on Dez, but thats a little overboard if you're sending in Phil)
She was a little surprised, actually, that Darryl hadn't dragged her off that very second to get her a new job. He was always the one lecturing her to be more responsible. She didnt see the need though. As long as Dez slept in a bed everynight (didn't really matter to her if it was her bed or not) and had a roof over her head (even if, god forbid, it was her parents') and could go party and clubbing everynight, she was a happy camper.
Dezaraye grabbed her brother's hand and twirled herself underneath it. The music was booming through the club and she brought herself and Darryl closer to the center of the crowded dance floor. "Come on big bro, loosen up. You're not going to get girls by being the cha cha stick figure." she teased.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Feb 28, 2010 10:09:45 GMT -5
(We need a girl to come in and distract Darryl... I'll have to see if I have anyone or if anyone else is available.)
Yes, he wanted to take her straight home and start looking for a job. But it was late at night on a Saturday, and it was unlikely that they would be able to accomplish much anyway. But he was going to work on her tomorrow, even though she probably would have a hangover. But whether she realized it or not, if she was forced to move back in with her parents, her lifestyle would change dramatically. Their parents would not approve of her partying ways and would put a right stop to it. And Trina would want to tag along where ever her big sister went.
But all of that would have to wait for now. This wasn't the best place to lecture her about being responsible. The music was loud enough that it would drown out most of his words, and Dez already had a few drinks in her. Besides, he wanted to have some fun, too. Maybe not quite the way Dez did, but he could be a lot of fun when he wanted to be.
"Hey, I'm loose," he protested. "Just because I'm not draping myself all over some stranger doesn't mean I'm not loose."
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Apr 6, 2010 13:22:30 GMT -5
Philip was dancing nearby as Dezaraye made her way out onto the dance floor. At the moment, he was scanning for a cute single girl that might be interested in going home with him. His eyes stopped on Dez, his lips curving into a smile. Being a regular of these places, he recognized Dezaraye. He had seen her leave with other guys, so she wasn't against such things. Maybe now was the time for him to make a try for her.
But as always, he didn't approach her right away. It was necessary to survey the situation and plan his approach. She had walked onto the dance floor with another guy, but judging by the distance between them as they danced, they were not together. Good. He kept dancing and tried to catch her eye.
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Post by Sedona Rossi on Apr 6, 2010 17:21:33 GMT -5
Sedona was trying to make her way off of the dance floor, and it was proving almost impossible. When did this place ever get this crowded? She was trying to ditch a guy that had spent most of the night rather tastelessly hitting on her.
She bumped into Philip, but didn't bother to turn and apologize. Everyone was practically bumping into everyone else. Usually, she would love this, but tonight... who knew what her deal was tonight. She was bloody exotic in this town, Italian to the core and an accent that made men melt. Why was no one seeming to pay attention to this?
Then, she ran into the second person since her attempted escape, this time positively colliding with him. He turned into her- that was her excuse. She'd been trying to squeeze by him and he turned into her.
Still, she couldn't ignore this one, and she looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry," she told him above the music. "I was just..." she trailed off, gesturing around him and hoping he would get the clue.
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Post by Darryl Nivens on Apr 29, 2010 21:20:54 GMT -5
He didn't see the woman until after they collided. He was embarrassed to admit that this happened to him ofte; he would get so involved in the music that he would fail to notice someone standing or walking or dancing just a little too close to him. In fact, a good number of the women he would end up dancing with were people he had met in this way.
He looked down and began to stumble an apology at the same time as she did. "I'm sorry, I should have been..."
And then he stopped as a spotlight shone on them, illuminating her. She was breathtaking... beautiful and exotic. "You don't have to apologize," he said, a smile spreading across his features.
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Post by Dezaraye Nivens on Jun 7, 2010 0:50:15 GMT -5
Dezaraye raised an eyebrow and smirked at her brother. See, he could pick up a girl....or run into one, whatever, Dez wasn't picky. She backed up, away from her brother and the pretty exotic looking girl and moved more toward the center of the dance floor.
It was then that she noticed someone watching her. She caught his eye and smiled, tossing her hair and moving more fluidly with the music. He could dance with her, if he wanted to, but she wouldn't make the first move. If he wanted to dance with her, and by the way she was dressed and the way he was watching her, she knew he wanted to, he would. they always did.
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