09-28-2016, 10:33 AM
So Claire had made promises and at the first whiff of distraction left them in the dust. She did feel bad for making Ilesha wait, but freaking drama had a way of yanking her into a trap, one she didn't realize closed around her neck until it was too late.
This one involved a boy. Tony didn't know him. Neither did Raffe, but she was sure either friend would disapprove of her choices. He had been waiting for Claire when she arrived, but as boyfriends - though he would be so honored to consider himself anything more than a one night stand - weren't allowed in the club, Claire had to deal with him in the alley. Finally, it took one of the bouncers to escort him away, but not before Claire shot him a daring gaze that he so much as try to touch her without permission. His thread could easily snap in twain.
"Sorry sorry sorry," she texted Ilesha, including a little winking pair of red smoochy lips in the message. "Give me five minutes and I'll be there. Hope Raffe is keeping you company,"
Thanking the bouncer, she found herself in the same stage room Oriena just vacated. Claire needed to work tonight. She'd wasted too much money on asshole dates and could use the cash to replenish her bank account. That meant looking fabulous. Or at least more fab than usual.
Blue and purple eyeshadow rimmed her eyes, sparkling liner and velvety mascara edged her gaze. Her hair was pieced spikey and sleek. A black sequin dress cut to the top of her thighs, and unlike Oriena's, trailed long sleeves that pointed at the wrist.
A crystal talisman necklace dangled between her breasts along with a feather charm. Plum stilettos raised her height high, or higher, anyway, when she entered the club floor.
Of course she didn't have the complete luxury of waltzing straight to friends for socializing. She made her way across the club slowly, allowing herself to be drawn into the circles of clients along the way. When she finally peeled herself away, she strolled up to Oriena, admiring the svelte lines of her back, and tickled the skin with her fingertips when she came within arm's reach, a hungry smile lighting the depths of her eyes.
(Ooc: sorry!)
This one involved a boy. Tony didn't know him. Neither did Raffe, but she was sure either friend would disapprove of her choices. He had been waiting for Claire when she arrived, but as boyfriends - though he would be so honored to consider himself anything more than a one night stand - weren't allowed in the club, Claire had to deal with him in the alley. Finally, it took one of the bouncers to escort him away, but not before Claire shot him a daring gaze that he so much as try to touch her without permission. His thread could easily snap in twain.
"Sorry sorry sorry," she texted Ilesha, including a little winking pair of red smoochy lips in the message. "Give me five minutes and I'll be there. Hope Raffe is keeping you company,"
Thanking the bouncer, she found herself in the same stage room Oriena just vacated. Claire needed to work tonight. She'd wasted too much money on asshole dates and could use the cash to replenish her bank account. That meant looking fabulous. Or at least more fab than usual.
Blue and purple eyeshadow rimmed her eyes, sparkling liner and velvety mascara edged her gaze. Her hair was pieced spikey and sleek. A black sequin dress cut to the top of her thighs, and unlike Oriena's, trailed long sleeves that pointed at the wrist.
A crystal talisman necklace dangled between her breasts along with a feather charm. Plum stilettos raised her height high, or higher, anyway, when she entered the club floor.
Of course she didn't have the complete luxury of waltzing straight to friends for socializing. She made her way across the club slowly, allowing herself to be drawn into the circles of clients along the way. When she finally peeled herself away, she strolled up to Oriena, admiring the svelte lines of her back, and tickled the skin with her fingertips when she came within arm's reach, a hungry smile lighting the depths of her eyes.
(Ooc: sorry!)