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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 5, 2011 21:05:15 GMT -5
Wednesday night was not generally known as a party night... not unless Ramon was in the house. Tonight, he was at Spellbound, and, as always, was surrounded by a crowd of (mostly female) onlookers who were more interested in listening to him recount stories of his fabled trip backpacking across Europe than in dancing to the cheesy music blaring over the magically powered speaker system. He talked loudly enough to carry over the noise, and when that failed, his emphatic hand gestures usually got the point across quite nicely.
But in spite of his entralled audience, Ramon's eyes kept traveling towards the door. Ilsa was supposed to sneak out and meet him, since she hadn't been able to see him this weekend. The girls around him were hot, and he wasn't ashamed to say he was looking at them, but he would rather be with Ilsa. He hoped she'd get there soon.
"So then I said to the cop, 'It couldn't have been me, unless you think I can be in two places at the same time!' He had no choice but to let me go..." he finished his story with a flourish.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 5, 2011 22:34:37 GMT -5
It had taken Ilsa a little longer than she would have liked to escape the school. One, every time she moved, someone looked at her like she was about to cause trouble. And really, look at the house she was in- there were plenty of other kids they should have been more worried about that Ilsa. Although she made a point to break every rule in the book- deep down, she was a good kid. No one had figured out how to reach her yet, that was all.
Two, Filch was in a bad mood and patrolling the dungeons and first floor with a vengeance. Banning her from Hogsmeade this weekend, Filch stalking her (well, at least being around, even if it wasn't for her benefit), it was like all of magical London was against her.
When she finally got to the club and stepped inside, the thumping of the popular music washed away any grumpy thoughts remaining, and she look around immediately, looking for Ramon. A sudden burst of laughter from her left caught her attention, and she wasn't surprised to find Ramon at the center of it. She smiled a little, making her way over.
She barely even noticed the girls all fawning, other than that she had to squeeze past a couple of them to get to Ramon. She wasn't the jealous kind of girl, and this probably wasn't even that kind of relationship anyway. If he wanted to flirt, he could. She knew it was harmless and she didn't feel like she had to compete for his attention. In leui of kissing him, like most gilfriends would have done, she simply slipped under his arm, making her presence known.
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 5, 2011 23:38:20 GMT -5
"Hey, babe," Ramon greeted her, looping his arm around her and turning to her with a teasing half-smile. "You blow up the castle yet?"
He liked to joke that one day, if she wasn't able to get out of the castle, she was going to blow it up just to get out of there. He couldn't blame her. He always found the place stifling, too. He spent more time in the Forbidden Forest than he ever spent in class when he'd gone to school there.
"You look hot tonight," he said gruffly. "Let me buy you a drink. You're gonna have to catch up with me, I've already had three firewhiskeys."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 6, 2011 14:24:53 GMT -5
"Pretty close," Ilsa murmured, leaning into him briefly. She hated talking about school with him though. Perhaps her only insecurity where he was concerned was that he would look at her as a child because she was still in school. So she generally avoided bringing it up, and maybe sometimes she overcompensated for it.
"You're looking pretty good yourself, Mister." She nudged him a little and smiled, slipping out from under his arm and heading towards the bar, completely forgetting about the people who had been surrounding him. "Only three? You're turning into a lightweight on me," she teased. When They got to the bar, she turned a smile up at him. "I was miserable on Saturday, so you know." She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. "Which story was it, the cop or the barfight?"
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 7, 2011 0:21:51 GMT -5
"Hey, give me a break. I've only been here an hour, and they had me talking for half of that," Ramon laughed, giving a signal to the bartender to bring them two firewhiskeys.
Yes, he knew she was a bit embarrassed that she was still in school, when he'd been out of school for a few years already. It didn't matter as much to him. She'd be out in less than a month, and then maybe he could work on getting his band together and taking her on tour or something. Or maybe she could just move in with him and they'd hang out at his apartment all day, drinking and writing songs for his concept album.
"The cop," he added with a grin. "That one always seems to be a favorite. I should totally turn it into a song one day."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 7, 2011 19:59:21 GMT -5
An hour, Merlin. She hadn't realized it took her that long to get out of the school. Maybe she should gave just blown it up.
As the firewhiskeys were set in front of them, Ilsa dismissed the topic they were on. "Hey, how would you feel if I just didn't go back to school tomorrow?" She was implying That she could spend the night and the following day with him. She'd go back to Hogwarts in a day or so, and just hoped no one would notice
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 8, 2011 0:10:10 GMT -5
Ramon took a long swig from his drink, then grinned at her. "Hey, baby, you know you're always cool to stay at my flat," he replied casually. "I'm actually sort of booked to play at Stu's tomorrow night... just a small set. It wouldn't be the same if you weren't there with me. I need someone who'll actually appreciate my genius."
He laughed at his own comment. It was sort of a joke between them that he was a "misunderstood" artist and that no one would appreciate how brilliant he really was until he died suddenly and unexpectedly, like Jim Morrison, who happened to be one of his idols. Of course, he actually had no intention of dying young, but he liked to joke about it. He had always believed that the best way to combat the fear of death was to make fun of it, like it wasn't a big deal at all.
"You can wear one of my shirts, if you want. You always look hot in my shirts. You sure your parents won't find out?"
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 9, 2011 11:41:27 GMT -5
Ilsa sipped her drink, not answering him for a moment. "No, I'm not sure."
The problem, really, was that she was so close to graduating. There was nothing she could do in the following days that would change her grades over the last seven years, so what was the point in putting in any kind of effort?
Especially when Ramon offered the kind of fast paced, live for yourself lifestyle that she somehow decided was right for her. Live fast, die young. Neither of them wanted to die young, though they joked about it. "But I don't care if they do find out. I want to be at your set tomorrow- that's great that you booked it."
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 9, 2011 23:58:08 GMT -5
"They have to find out sometime," Ramon said, shrugging. "I'm not sure I like being your dirty little secret." Grinning, he gave her a playful little nudge.
When it came down to it, Ramon didn't really care either way. He was clearly not the "meet the parents" kind of guy. Even though he was close to his own parents, somehow, any time a girl brought him home to meet her parents... it didn't go well. It wasn't his fault that they were all uptight.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal... the waitress who works there... Nathalia, I think her name is... she likes me and said I could play a set or two. I probably won't get paid, unless I get some tips... but I wouldn't want to sell out, anyway."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 10, 2011 16:27:41 GMT -5
Ilsa laughed and leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Oh, don't get too excited. I'm not ready to tell them about you, just yet. My father would curse you to oblivion. I just don't care if anyone owls them and tells them I'm not at school."
Maybe Ilsa didn't see it, but she was getting worse, certainly. Her rebellions had been progressively getting worse, even if she still hadn't actually done anything all that terrible. She was just bored in school, and no one was doing anything to hold her attention. She didn't realize that this actually spoke volumes for the intelligence she was certain she didn't have.
"Hey, it'll be a big deal to me. I want to go. And if you're really good, maybe you'll get a special tip from me after the show."
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 11, 2011 17:02:43 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" Ramon teased, winking at her. "In that case, you better come. It might be the highlight of my night, after I get booed off the stage by the drunken karaoke fans. And if you're parents find out, then to hell with 'em, right? They'll just have to deal with it."
He swallowed the last of his drink in a single gulp, then wiped his lips on his sleeve. "C'mon, babe," he said. "Let's dance and show 'em all how it's done."
A fast song had just started, and Ramon was a particularly good dancer. Maybe it was the fact that he was half-Spanish, but dancing seemed to be in his blood, perhaps more than singing was.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 12, 2011 2:13:03 GMT -5
Ilsa just looked at Ramon for a minute. She wondered how angry her parents would be when she found out about him. Would it be enough for them to ostracize her, to disown her? Would they forbid her to see him? Not that it mattered. She was 17 and could make her own decisions now. She didn't care if they approved or not... and she was most certain they would not.
Finally she smiled. "To hell with them."
If she ever got the feeling like she was in over her head, she never showed it. The brunette followed his lead and downed her drink, though it took her a couple of sips, and she took his hand, following him to the dance floor.
Though she was a good dancer, it was a learned talent, and she was better in ballet shoes than she was in a club setting. But when she was dancing with Ramon, it felt completely natural. Maybe that was another reason she felt like she belonged with him, just two misunderstood people dancing and singing away their life together.
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 13, 2011 23:53:39 GMT -5
"You know, your parents might not like me, but I have a feeling my parents would love you," Ramon said. "They're actually pretty cool for parents, you know? I'll have to bring you to one of our family parties sometime."
It was a casual comment, not a "I want you to meet my parents" kind of thing, but an offer to include her in his family, if she wanted. The way she always talked about her parents, he assumed that they were pretty strict, and it might do her good to meet a family that was loose, fun, and friendly. He'd never really been disciplined as a child, or told what to do, and as a result, he pretty much did whatever he pleased.
As they reached the dance floor, however, all conversation came to a halt, and he let his offer hang in the air as they started to dance.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 15, 2011 3:16:07 GMT -5
"Sometimes, I'm not even sure my parents like me." Sure, they loved her because they were obligated to, but if they had the opportunity to trade her in for another Lorelei, she was pretty sure they'd take it. This was, of course, her own doing since she tried so hard to make sure they couldn't compare their two daughters.
But she stopped and looked at him when he mentioned the family parties. There were several things about this sentence that caught her off guard. One, it was just that, a sentence. Not a question. Two, Ilsa didn't think his parents would like her at all. But then, if they were like him, maybe they would. And finally, even if it wasn't a 'meet my parents' thing, it still sounded like it to Ilsa, and she wasn't sure if she was okay with that or not.
She let that offer hang in the air, using the dancing as an excuse to not respond to him right away. No matter how confident he sounded, Ilsa wasn't entirely sure that his parents would love her. But what did he say? To hell with them.
Then, curiosity got the best of her, and she asked him over the music, "What do you mean, parties?"
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 15, 2011 23:37:52 GMT -5
"It's more like a full-on fiesta, actually," Ramon said, grinning. "Cousins, friends, neighbors... even total strangers all come to our parties... they take over the whole block sometimes. There's music and dancing... and lots and lots of food."
If she had suggested that he come to one of her family parties, he probably would have been just as suspicious, but she would probably never ask. And if she ever did, he probably would go anyway. He never told her, but he'd actually do just about anything for her. He didn't think it was the kind of thing he needed to say. Words didn't matter... it was the actions behind the words that counted.
"Anyway, I don't even know if they'll be having a party any time soon, so it's no big deal."
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Post by Alexis Oliver on Oct 20, 2011 0:30:13 GMT -5
Like Ramon, Lexi tended to attract a lot of attention when she went out. For her, of course, it was male attention, and they weren't particularly interested in hearing her talk. They'd rather dance with her.
So when she walked into Spellbound on her rare night off from the Rusty Nail, she was almost immediately swarmed by guys wanting to dance with her. It was almost disgusting, except that Lexi loved the attention.
"Hang on, boys, let me get a drink first," she said, pushing her way through them to the bar. She fully expected that at least one of them would offer to pay for her drink, since they usually did. Lexi almost never had to pay for drinks.
As she got to the bar, sure enough, most of the crowd followed, and the first guy that got there was offering to pay for her drink. She ordered a firewhiskey, then coyly turned away from the guys to look over at the dance floor as she took a sip from the glass. She broke into a smile at the sight of Ilsa and Ramon, already dancing. They hadn't seen her yet.
"OK, you," she said, putting down her drink and nodding to the guy who had paid for it, "let's dance."
She led the way to the dance floor and made her way over to where Ilsa and Ramon were dancing. "Hey, you two. Fancy meeting you here," she greeted them.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 21, 2011 1:57:55 GMT -5
"That doesn't sound like a family get together at all," Ilsa said in all honesty. She couldn't even imagine that kind of thing going on at her house, and she could just see her parents and her sister standing by with veins ready to pop at the unorderliness of it all. "It sounds fantastic." That much was honest, too, but she let the subject drop, getting into the dancing until a familiar voice pulled her out of the mode.
She looked up to see Lexi, a friend she actually met through Ramon, and she smiled, nodding at the boy she was with. "Did you just pick him up?" she asked, knowing the affect the blonde generally had on boys.
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Post by Alexis Oliver on Oct 21, 2011 23:46:37 GMT -5
Lexi grinned and glanced at her dance partner. She hadn't even really looked at him before, so it was a good thing he was cute.
"Yeah, he bought me a drink," she replied, shrugging. "I don't even know his name."
The guy opened his mouth, as if to tell her his name, but she reached over and placed a finger on his lips. "Shh. I didn't give you permission to speak. Anyway, how are you guys? Anything good going on?"
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Oct 23, 2011 17:24:29 GMT -5
Ramon laughed at Lexi's bluntness and shook his head. "Man, I am glad I never went out with you, Lex," he said, giving her partner a sympathetic look. "I never would've got to say a word. And if there's one thing I ain't good at, it's keeping quiet."
That was why he liked Ilsa. She liked to talk, and better yet, she liked it when he talked, too. Sometimes they had great conversations... they never said anything very deep, but they sure could talk.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 24, 2011 14:39:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's an understatement," Ilsa teased Ramon. Like many rock n roll types, Ramon was very engaging and sociable, even exciteable to a degree. Ilsa loved this about him. She was outgoing and wild enough that she rather suspected most guys wouldn't be able to deal with her. Not Ramon... he just got her.
"Nothing new going on, Lexi. How about you?" If she had something other that school to talk about, she might have offered more to the conversation.
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