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Post by ♥Dancing Star♥ on Feb 8, 2006 23:13:51 GMT -5
A cosy, crimson and chocolate decorated club enlarged by a mirror behind the bar, Bliss Lounge starts filling up after 9pm when people tread the worn floorboards to enjoy the mix of dance music. Rest your drink on one of the suspended benches hanging from the ceiling and dance the night away.
Music Most Nights
A good mix of funky music keeps the crowd grooving.
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Post by Angelo Leone on Feb 26, 2006 14:01:06 GMT -5
Angelo walked into the club in a white shirt and slightly baggy blue jeans. His hair was slightly slicked back, but no gel or any products on it. He was bored and wanted something, anythting to do. The party at Nikki's house had made him think about that other girl. Amyna, was her name, he just might like her but he also liked Preston a lot! What was he suppose to do? Angelo couldn't choose one or the other, then again, he wasn't dating Amyna she was just a friend. So, what was there to worry about? 'My feelings getting the better of me.... he thought to himself. Sitting at the bar he flashed a fake i.d. at the bartender and ordered a straight up Vodka. The music was pumping loudly in his ears as well as many people dancing on the floor. This club was quite popular at this time of night; 12p.m.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 26, 2006 15:13:47 GMT -5
Amyna walked in with her hair up. She had on a VERY tight black mini-skirt and a dark pink low-cut tanktop that showed her stomach. She walked in and heard people whistling. She sat down but just as she did someone pulled her by the hand to the dance floor and started dancing with her. There was some funky music on and they were all dancing really funky.
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Post by Angelo Leone on Feb 26, 2006 15:24:04 GMT -5
Angelo saw Amyna walk into the club but was suddenly taken off onto the dance floor. He watched her dance for a few minutes. This was definatly awkward now, he was, well, jealous! Angelo Leone was jealous of a girl that he was not dating. After finishing his Vodka he got up and walked to Amyna. Grabbing her by the wrist he pulled her away from the other guy, who began swearing. Ignoring him Angelo led Amyna a few feet away.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 26, 2006 15:27:46 GMT -5
Amyna was surprised to see Angelo. She had put her rubber band that was holding her hair up around her wrist and her hair was down.
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Post by Angelo Leone on Feb 26, 2006 15:33:34 GMT -5
Starting to dance with her he stared her in the eyes. Then, Angelo asked, "What are your plans?" A smiled curved his lips while he watched her for a responce.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 26, 2006 15:57:23 GMT -5
She began to dance "Why do you wanna know?" she asked as a slight smile formed on her face.
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Post by Angelo Leone on Feb 26, 2006 16:11:10 GMT -5
"Just curious" Angelo said continueing to dance with her. Watchhing her every move and examining her outfit. He shook his head as he took in her appearance. Lovely, beautiful, gorgeous. Seductive, yes, that was the word. Seductive.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 26, 2006 16:49:10 GMT -5
"Well..." said Amyna, she got cut off as she fell to the floor. She had low blood sugar so she passed out alot when she didn't have any candy. She fell to the floor.
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Post by Angelo Leone on Feb 26, 2006 17:04:37 GMT -5
Seeing her collapse he kneeled down quickly and scooped her up in his arms. Carrying her towards the door of the club many people starred. Angelo kicked open t he door and walked out to his car. Struggleing to open the passenger door he sat her down in the seat. Then watching her to see what would happen.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 26, 2006 18:35:23 GMT -5
She slightly opened her eyes and mumbled something hard to understand. But she meant to say that she needed a candy bar. She then closed her eyes again. When they slightly opened again she mumbled something a bit easier to understand. "I have low blood sugar"
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Post by Layla Tahirah on Mar 5, 2006 22:29:08 GMT -5
Rythmic footsteps announced the prescence of a rather attractive eighteen year old girl. Tight purple dress clung to her slendor frame as the wind carassed her black locks. This girl was not one of many words. Not that she was particularily picky when it came to deciding friends...it was more-just about the fact she was new to this area. As Layla carefully walked into the shelter of the night club, she found herself enveloped in the wonder of the scenery.
It was all so-wild. Layla loved it. Immediately, she got into the full swing of the evening, dancing close to a rather handsome guy that had just walked in. Dark brown eyes seemed to shimmer as she caught the worried glance of another man. Shoving away the other with an ivory hand, she began to walk towards the bar. "What do you think I want?" she began seductively, trailing a long digit along the counter. Layla laughed and heartily straightened as the bartender handed her a large shot glass. "Ha! It seems you can read minds." Layla turned away, tossing a couple bills onto the wood. Thick eyeliner surrounded her shimmering eyes, and her gentle lipgloss stuck to the rim of the glass.
She peaked over the top of her drink, seeking another in the crowd she could talk to. Finding no one of particular intrest, she turned back to the counter, slamming her glass on the bar. "Another, please. I'm new in town." The bartender laughed, preparing another drink and giving it to Layla.
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Ashlee
