Primetime of Our Lives [[P R I V A T E]]

[Freshh Swagg]

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

Jasmynn stood rigidly in her mirror evaluating the common school girl outfit for the party at the mansion. She would have declined, but both Selina and Lucille knew she didn't work, and they would probably drag her out of her apartment if she attempted to reject the invite. It wasn't that bad, she pleaded with herself, I mean she could just dance and leave...Big deal. A defeated sigh left her chest as she realized how awkward she felt in the outfit she had bought at the local costume shop. This type of attire was something she wasn't use to; so she continued to constantly adjust the outfit till she could somewhat be satisfied with her appearance. She dug in her closet until she found some black stiletto pumps she had bought for the club she worked at; if anything she officially looked like a stripper. Oh well. Dance, Drink some, Go home.

A few buzzes from her phone sounded, and glancing at it she looked over a text from Selina.

To: Jas
From: Se Se
Hey hurry up! Meet us inside the mansion! Don't forget your I.D!

Jasmynn hadn't kept track of time and realized she was already a few minutes meeting her friends at the club. Immediately, she paced to the mirror one last time to evaluate her appearance and grabbed her purse heading out the door. s**t, s**t, shitttt! She whispered under her breath while locking her door and running to her glamorous car. When she had gotten inside, she sat for a minute trying to recall where the club was. It was one thing to be fashionably late, but not remember where the mansion was located....Oh wait, she remembered.

With classical music lightly playing through her speakers, she found the club and found a parking spot nearby. She quickly stepped out scooting swiftly on the cement in her heels towards the club; after I.D check, she had finally gotten in. Damn was this place incredible... Jas's eyes lit up instantly and a pleased smile appeared on her face as she watched how alive the club was. Now it was only a wonder where her friends were.

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”

[Hells_Fire_2010]

"Dancing is a vertical expression....

It was Thursday night, which only meant one thing; College Night at Mansion! For Darin, it was one of the best days of the week to work. Who didn't enjoy watching half naked women dancing to the latest mix of music all over the dance floor? One of many things he made sure to join in on. The dancing part that is. Even though he had to work one of six bars, that didn't stop him from scurrying over by the DJ and laying down a few smooth moves. Especially on a sexy female who in return wanted to use him as a human pole. He couldn't recall the large amount of ladies he picked up, but he was damn sure that he wasn't the only one looking for a one night stand.
Grabbing a black button down shirt from his walk-in closet, Darin slid it on over his wife beater and tended to the buttons. Tucking the ends into dress pants, his attention went to the sidekick on his dresser, checking to see if Omris answered the many messages he sent urging him come out tonight. For one, he had no clue of what was doing with his friend. In school, the only time he saw Omris was during six period P.E.. Even then, they barely spoke and it wasn't because Ms. Tristan was riding everyone's a**. If the dude was avoiding him or something, he wanted to know why.
A tap on his bedroom door sounded before it swung open, revealing his soon-to-be-dead-brother standing in the door frame. The little b*****d. A little over an hour ago, his sibling turned the tables on him by laying down some serious blackmail that can earn him an a** whipping and the banning of his Aston for who knows how long if his mom's found out. But no worries, Darin had something planned up his sleeve for Anthony once tonight was over. His brother wasn't escaping from this one. He'll make sure of that.
"What's taking you so long? Ben J is already halfway there."
"Calm your little a** down. I'm ready, when I'm ready." He shot back. Darin didn't see why the hell he was rushing him, because once they got there, Anthony and his friends were heading straight to his office. The three of them were not allowed in any action taking place at the club and he wasn't about to get his place closed down because of them.
After tending to his shoes and a splash of cologne, Darin shooed Anthony out the room and the two made their way down the stairs towards the garage. Parked beside his V12 was their mothers white Maserati and beside her's was Jay's Bentley. Opening the doors to the garage, they hopped in the two seater and drove the long way to the nightclub with anticipation.

The drive to the Mansion was extra long due to traffic downtown and by the time Darin pulled up to the entrance, he was already half an hour late. The lines outside the doors lengthen both sides of the building, making him wonder just how many people were inside. If the same result, he would have to close the doors to make sure that they didn't over fill the capacity. But then again, he guessed that's exactly what happens with an establishment that priced everything right. Since Mansion's doors opened two years ago, the crowds became bigger and bigger by the day. Unlike other joints around Houston that took all your money, his helped out a little. He wanted to appeal to everyone so he created different themes for each day of the week with a $6 entry fee for both sexes on some days. As for tonight, those with their college I.D.'s got in free until eleven thirty. The main agenda for his spot was to create a luxuries sanctuary where people could escape to and wine down with inexpensive drinks and weekly performances from the hottest stars.
At the front, they meet Ben J who was posted in the line behind a group of college girls that wanted nothing to do with a high school freshman. Once he got the hint, he walked over to were Darin and Anthony was and to the bouncers that guarded the front doors. "What's good homie?!" Ben J greeted, as he pounded his fist with his friend.
"What up!" Giving a half wave to the bouncers, Anthony stayed behind Darin who was talking business with his co-workers. "Charlene ain't here yet?"
"Naw. What she ain't hanging no mo'?"
"Let me check" Shooting a quick text to Charlene asking where she was, Anthony shook his head at Ben J who was patting his repeatedly on the arm, insisting that he look at all the fine honey's that was coming in. "What man? It's not like you're going to talk to them. You know DJ is not going to let us come out the room."
Sucking his teeth, Ben J sized him up. "Man. ******** that. Get his a** in trouble or something."
"Hell no! I ain't stupid. He's already ain't cool with the crap I got on him now."
"Yeah, okay. Whatever."
"Ey, dumbasses! Let's go." Darin shouted at them to get their attention. Not to mention a couple of people in front of the lines who laughed at them. Ducking a little, Anthony followed suit inside after him with Ben J beside him. The walk came to halt in the foyer for DJ turned on them and shouted threats over the various speakers that blasted music, about not coming out of his office or else they were going to find a size eleven up their asses. No problem with him. He had more than enough entertainment to keep him busy especially if Charlene was going to be there. His brother had to keep his eye on Ben J because buddy always seemed to sneak out to try and holler at girls that was twice his age.
"Yeah, yeah. We got it." Without another word, Anthony headed past the lounge, up to the second floor and down the hall to Darin's office. Inside, he leapt over and plopped down on a leather love seat that faced a 52 inch plasma mounted on the wall. Below, nestled in a wall unit was an Xbox 360 and PS3 equipped with a bountiful of different games at their disposal.
"Down for some Halo?"
"Hell yeah! Hook it up."

Keeping a close watch on the both of them until they disappeared, Darin closed the distance to the central bar. Exchanging hand shakes and hello's with some friends and regulars of the club, he slipped under the bar and dusted off his shirt, not that a speck was on it. When he looked up, one of his bartenders Lana was heading his way, when she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Hey DJ!"
"How you doing?" He answered, unable to help himself as he looked her over. He had to admit, the chick was fine but he could never see himself sleeping with her. No matter how many times they flirted with each other, the fact that she worked for him was another boundary he wouldn't cross. That and plus, she already had a boyfriend she'd been dating for the past five months who he was cool with. Instead, the twenty-three year old was considered a close friend of his and to seek more than that would only result in disaster. Other than Omris, Lana was someone else he spoke to about the girls he messed with and surprisingly, she wasn't put off by the notion. She more than agreed with him stating that he was young and at his age he should get it out his system now and not when he was much older. Lana even went to distance to inform him about certain girls to look out for and what they really wanted. So in other words, she was like the female version of Omris on some terms.
"Great. Club running smoothly tonight. We ran low on some drinks so Manny and Jeff is in the back getting some more."
"Alright."
Giving his hands a quick rinse in the small sink, Darin glanced at two men who approached the counter, asking for four Corona's and two shots of Remy. First things first before he started to grab the bottles, he checked their wrists for the green band labeling them over twenty-one.
"Fourteen."
Taking the crippled twenty the fair haired one provided, Darin began his nightly bustle or business.

-of a horizontal desire."

[Bebe Sin]

They say that words have power
Able to break a mind
Kill men
Crumble Nations

------------------------▬Word rivers stem from his open ocean mind freely. Naturally.



When was Darin going to shut up? Apparently not in this lifetime because dude was blowing up Omris' phone like he was his girlfriend. "Come to the club" Rounded out what his friend wanted. What Darin really wanted was a kick in the a** for waking him up. Sighing Omris pushed the phone off the edge of the bed and snuggled into the cotton sheets, readying for another few hours of sleep until a creak caught his attention. A sigh deflated him and he rolled onto his side to escape the beam of hallway light shining on him from behind Charlene. She dressed in a pink towel and holding her comb, clicked the bedroom light on causing Omris to wretch his face away, tucking it into his pillows' fluff.
"Om! We're supposed to go to the club tonight! Why you not ready yet?"
She was on that path too? Darin had to be behind this.
"Let me sleep some more man." he said.
"Omy! Get up!" Charlene slammed her foot on the wood flooring, her voice cutting the air, delivering a slap to Omris ears. A groan, a roll, a few huffs, he sat up again. Charlene satisfied left him be with a slam of the bedroom door. Brat.

He bathed and dressed appropriately in slightly oversized black jeans, dress shoes, a red Atari t-shirt with a black button up over the top with the sleeves rolled up. His red cap found its way on his head and thick rimmed glasses on his face. More fashion than function they gave his something to hide behind. People never really questioned a guy behind glasses.

Before he could make it into the hallway, bratty Charlene was in his face; hair flat ironed to perfection, sitting delicately on her shoulders left bare by the black tank top she wore. Eying his junior Omris' older brother genes kicked in, finding her purple skinny jeans too tight and the top too revealing.

"You trying to give Anthony a heart attack? What are you wearing?"Charlene looked down at herself then to Omris with a forming sneer and thinning eyes.
"What?! Hell naw! What's wrong with it?" Her hands shot to her hips. "You look like you trying to catch something more than cold. Go cover up...now." Charlene only listened because Omris was like a father to her in the way that he would put his foot in her if she disobeyed. Tonight wasn't the night for it. Even still, she had a big mouth. After much argument however, the fifteen year old found herself in a long sleeved grey shirt and in the passenger side to Omris' cobalt Acura.

Traffic had Omris cursing and by the time they reached he was good and mad. Good thing he knew the bouncers and the like. The green wrist band would help him cheer the hell up or at least lay off her for a while. Her jeans weren't that tight. Charlene skipped into the club like she owned it, smiling with superiority at the tramps that had to wait in line. Too bad for them they dind't know the owner like she did or that they hadn't given him head yet. Would he let chicks in free if they broke him off some?

Omris went straight for the bar knowing Darin had to be there and to get himself a drink. Charlene pushed past the gyrating bodies into the back hallway and barged into Darin's office intent on giving her two idiots a heart attack. Smiling, she shouted before shutting the door behind her.
"What up, fools? Miss me?" She tore off the grey shirt revealing the lacy black tank that sat perfectly on her nicely developing chest and the bottom just on top of the curve of her always been there hips. Running a hand through her hair, she jumped the couch sitting between the two and snatched Ben J's controller. First Halo then she was going downstairs to sweat her hair out.

Flow It's what separates monkeys from writers...

Words have two sides
Able to free a man
Revive a soul
Unite the world.

[Freshh Swagg]

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

Jasmynn positioned herself standing up straight; her elongated legs stay crossed comfortably. Her coffee colored eyes scanned curiously at the other various women's clothing. Now she didn't look that slutty, I mean, at least she had on a skirt....No, she couldn't even say that. She fit in perfectly, but felt awkward. It would have been favorable to throw on a tight fitting shirt and some loose pants to dance, but she hadn't had a choice. Her manicured nails nervously began to tug on her extremely short skirt that revealed almost everything under, but of course it was no use. Jas's patience was slim to the point where she wanted to experience the extraordinary venue and see it's exhilarating characteristics. It was safe to say she had never seen a club so vast and remarkable. Pink glossed lips stay slightly parted as her eyes grew bright with admiration. A few more minutes passed until she ultimately decided to explore around the club by herself, her friends would text her when they had arrived.

Tall black stilettos that further accented her calf muscles pushed lightly up the staircase towards what seemed like the life of the party. It would be nice to have a drink, she did work at a club and it wouldn't really matter if she had a shot or two. Problem! Looking down on the outside of her hand was marked an X done with black sharpie. Oh would it be a pain in the a** to try and deceive the bartenders. They were always up tight about that kind of s**t.. A quick run to that bathroom and she scrubbed it off as best as she could with frequent globs of soap. It was still apparent but not even close to as obvious; the lighting would make it invisible. One quick fix in the mirror, and Jas walked casually back outside of the bathroom. She began to contemplate what she would say to the bartender. 'Oh I lost my wristband.' 'Oh, I don't have any I.D on me either.' 'No no sir, I ment a virgin of course'. She started to almost laugh out loud about how pathetic she sounded, oh well, she'd wait until Se se and Lu arrived...They'd figure it out.

She positioned herself on the staircase looking towards the bar; damn she needed a drink to loosen up. By the time her friends got here, they would be ready to dance and pressure her into things she most likely opposed. She loved them still, although a couple shots would help her deal with that tightness factor they both complained about. A few more minutes of debate, she nonchalantly walked towards the bar. Before anyone tended to her she had come up with a definite plan, she would tell the bartender to make her a complicated drink and he would not question her. He would assume she was old enough to drink due to her prolonged knowledge with drinks, so she thought. Tapping her nails on the hard surface she continued to gaze around the club acting as if she was in no hurry.

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”

[Freshh Swagg]

"The party girl"

Seated on the black leather interior of her brand new 2009 Lexus, Selina began to curse at people through her window at the traffic in downtown. She weaved as best as she could through people and was pestered with honks and drunk people yelling at her through their windows. Man shut up! Youz just sittin' there lookin like a fool!...AY! Shut up! Selina was a fighter and it pissed her off more than anything to deal with other people just as fired up as she was. It would be another at least twenty minutes before she had gotten to the club, and turning up her volume on the radio she jammed out until she had arrived at the mansion.
As she found a parking spot about 2 block away from the club, she took out her phone to text Jas:

To: Jas
From: Se Se
Ay, I'll be in there in a sec! Parked pretty damn far! u there yet?

Placing her phone back into her purse, Selina sprinted in her tall heels towards the mansion. Pushing through various people, she turned the corner to see a somewhat long line. A aggravated sigh left her lips, as she stood behind a line of people to get in. Hopefully when Lu arrived if she hadn't already, they could push their way in somehow. Lu always had connections and it would perfect at a time like this. Leaning against the brick wall, she tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the line to vanish over time.

To: Lu
From: Se Se
You in yet? The line is ridiculouzz! >:[

[Bebe Sin]

In her world,
Sex is not the a n s w e r.
It's never the answer
Like more beer
to a drunken man.

Lucille rolled out of the strangers’ bed and dressed hurriedly while they slept soundly, tired from Lucille's expert attentions. What a light weight, he finished too quickly and fell asleep to leave her alone in his badly decorated house. While searching for her bra, Lu came across his wallet sitting daintily next to his discarded pants. An eyebrow perked up, an idea popping into her head and in a split second his hundreds were in her pocket. She needed gas after all.

Making her way downstairs she stopped to look at a picture of the man and another woman happily standing together then another picture of what looked like his kids. Her mouth gaped picking up the frame to gawk at the hot blond. A coy smile formed as she snuck out of their front door and into her car, pulling out of the driveway and making it down the street before another car pulled up. The woman walking into the house looked like she could have been his wife. Good thing Lu left her underwear on the dresser. Cheaters always get their just desserts.

She scrambled home to sneak into her own front door without waking her drunken father, showered her sin clean and dressed in a jean mini skirt, bellowing black razor back top and black peep toe pumps. She stared at her caramel tanned legs with satisfaction, her body smiling back, revealing what it wanted to telling her it was happy.
"Oh Lucille! How stunning you look today!" A carefully painted purple nail tapped her lip as the other hand went to her hip."Oh my, me? How thoughtful of you! Too bad you aren't as cute as me or I'd wear you on my arm!"

A giggle left her as she pulled on an arm full of thin silver bracelets and made her way out of her room. The sperm donor stirred in the easy chair making her freeze mid-step and turn her head slowly to watch his enormous body jiggle with his attempt to get comfortable. A look of disgust knifed across her face as a beer bottle rattled against the tile after falling from his fingers. Thankfully the fat b*****d didn't wake. How could he with half bottles of vodka and a six pack of beer in him?
'Pig'

The line outside Mansion was outrageously long and she was late. Not to mention, Selina was also stuck outside. She sent a reply saying "I’m outside too. I think I have someone that can get us in." Walking up the rows of people she found her friend and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Sel, sorry I'm late... This line is ridiculous, damn! Buuut I got the hook up!"
Her phone still in hand, sent of a message to "New York" telling him "Hey I'm outside, I wasn't going to ask the favor but the line is so stupidly long. I can pay and everything but I want to get in before capacity over fills. I have company too! Can you help me out, please please?" She sent a heart along with it to try and convince him although she was sure he'd let her in. Why wouldn't he? She was his steady ********. If he was planning on doing her again he'd better.

Looking up from her phone, she flipped her hair while searching around Selina catching the eye of a girl behind her with her fussing.
"Where's Jasmynn?"

In her world,
Sex is the question.
and "Y E S is the answer.

[Hells_Fire_2010]

"Dancing is a vertical expression....

As the DJ switched up the song to another, Darin vibed to the beats while multi-tasking serving two White Russians to a couple. Mansion was blowing up tonight. It was as if everyone in Texas was there and at the rate they were selling, he figured that they will be making more than a couple grand. Good thing that he employed enough people to serve everyone without over working any of them. But sadly, breaks were going to have to be nonexistent for some. So far, he had about three customers past by claiming to be over twenty-one trying to order drinks, which never worked. The X's that were placed on the back of their hands at the entrance were marked with a special marker that left a invisible detail that only appeared under either a black light, or the many keno flows that lit up the glass counter tops. Now-a-days people thought they were slick with their fake I.D's and even going to the extent to try and to bootleg the wrists bands which changed every day. So that too was useless.
xxxMotioning to Manny to take over, Darin ejected the cash register to count the money inside when he spotted Omris coming towards the bar. "Yo what up man?" Shifting the bills in one hand, he swapped fist and pointed to a stool so he can sit. "About time you made it. You drinking?" He asked, knowing well that when Omris made an appearance, he opted for a Rum and Coke every now and then. "Where the hell you been all day? You're all hiding and s**t."
xxxHe joked, quickly counting through three dozen twenty dollar bills.
A vibration in the back of his pants called his attention as Darin retrieved his sidekick to read an incoming text from Imports. Lucile. Shooting a quick glimpse to Omris, he sent a message back telling her to give him a minute. "I'll be back. Yo Lana. Fix my boy a rum and coke for me."
Leaving the bar, he made his way in and out of the heavy crowds and to the front were he meet up with Damien, the bouncer in charge. Staying by the door, Darin scooped the lines until he found Lucile and her friend. "Damien. You see that white chick with the mini and black top?"
"Yeah?"
"Let her and her friend in. They're cool."
"Alright boss." Breaking from formation, Damien closed the distance between the two girls and inclined his head. "You and your friends, come with me."
At that, Darin made his way back to his place at the bar when he spotted a girl approaching it looking to what he thought, lost. Dressed in blue flannel suspenders and a bra, he took her for one of the four half naked go-go dancers he hired to entertain the crowd. The girl had to be new or something because his number one rule for his employees was no drinking on the job. No worries though, he'll just tell her. Raising a brow at Omris, Darin leaned on the bar so that she'll be able to hear him over the music. "Hey, no drinking on the job." Pointing to a vacant post for her to dance on not far from them, he jerked his chin up. "Get to work." Well damn. Didn't Will inform the new staff of their jobs beforehand. Seeing this, he was going to have to talk with him the next time he saw him.

"Ka-BOOM b***h!!!" Ben J hooted when his Spartan slashed Anthony's soldier from behind with his gravity hammer. Sending the enemy careening through the air to smash into the wall before falling into a heap on the floor.
"Ey, man?! You cheating!" Nudging the controller out of Ben J's hand to throw him off his game, Anthony jolted in his seat when the door slammed behind them. "Damn Lene-Lene! 'Bout to give a fool a heart attack." At that she did. The black controller in his hand dropped to the floor along with his jaw. His future wifey was looking fioooone and apparently Ben J thought so too.
"D-d-d-d-damn baby! Who you looking good for?"
Spotting Anthony drooling all over himself, Ben J cocked his hand backwrds and sent a swift slap to the back of his head.
Anthony's head snapped forward from the blow, as a subtle crack sounded while a glare greeted his face. He was about to jump on Ben J when Charlene decided to plopped down between them.
"Oh hell naw!" Ben J shouted, snatching back his controller. "I'm murking his a** in the game. Get his controller."
"Fool, there's four controllers! Calm down!" Rising from the couch, Ant walked over to the wall unit and pulled out a wireless one and handed it to her. "Tell you one thing tho'. Y'all keep hitting me I'm gon' kick both ya' asses!"
Ignoring the threat, Ben J erupted into a cackle. "Nig, go kick some rocks with you soft a**!"
"Alright watch. Just watch."

-of a horizontal desire."

[Bebe Sin]

Hearts may breaks
And pearls can crack
Boys can come
Many will go, but
Diamonds are always forever.






Just as Krystal thought, the school was chock full of white kids. She saw only a couple of black folks but they didn't look too interesting to her, just loud and some what weird. The one might be latin girl disappeared after the morning bell rang. It really wasn't a big deal, Krystal was the kind of girl that got along with other girls anyway. All of them were two-faced in her opinion. Class was the same as always;teachers talking down to you and homework assignments that had nothing to do with the days lesson.

At home, Marco bothered her relentlessly, she cleaned, she talked to some friends from Miami and she rotted her brain. She got tired, slept, woke up and died on the inside. What was there to do in Houston, Texas for the Lord's love?! Her iphone, showed her the way to go, pointing straight to the "hottest" club in Texas.

"Pfft, yea O.K. Nothing is hot unless it's in Miami." Krystal scoffed while reading the club's review. It looked interesting enough to be a distraction from her sleep inducing house.

"Krystal, Where are you going? Her mother asked, hispanic accent thick, when Krystal decended the stairs dressed and ready to go.
"Out mama." She slipped her feet into yellow high heels while taking her keys off the rack.
"Out where?" Mom followed her to the front door much to Krystal's annoyance. Rolling her eyes, she replied.

"To a party."
"With who?"
"I met some kids at school and they invited me out to a house party." The woman even followed her outside.
"Where is it?"
"Mama! Leave me alone." The car started and that was the end of it. Krystal didn't give a flying s**t about what her mom said. The woman didn't listen to Krys when she said she didn't want to move then why should Krys listen to her now?

The phone's gps guided her way to this so called Mansion all the way downtown through all the main streets, meaning all of that wonderful downtown traffic. Didn't anyone teach these people how to drive. They act like they bought their license.

"What the hell?! Drive the ********' car!" She screamed and jammed the horn at the idiot who missed at least three oppourtunities to cross the road. These people drove worse than the Cubans that just arrived in the country.

By the time Ms. Knight reached the club, she was well and ready to beat someones head in , even though she wasn't really a fighter. The enormous line didn't help her disposition any whatsoever. She bid her time with thinking she could find someone cute to hang out with inside and trying not to kick the girl behind her for standing too close. A white chick came up out of no where to skip her friend which only irked Krys more. The girl was going on about how she had the hook-up. Annoying b***h. She played with her phone and a minute or two later a bouncer came up to them, telling them to come with him.
'What the hell?' She thought as the girl smiled at the boucer. She seriously did have the connection. Go figure. Raising an eyebrow, Krys' devious mind tinkered. The boucer said you and your friends, meaning he din't know how many were supposed to be in the group. Without a moments hesition, Krystal followed close behind the two making herself look like she was that "third wheel" friend and what do you know she got in with the girls without being noticed, at least by the white girl. She recieved a green wristband thanks to her fake I.D. saying she was twenty-two. Seems the bouncer didn't know what a Florida I.D was supposed to look like.

Caramel eyes scanned the room, flickering from the hired dancers to the mass of people moving in time to the bass pumping overhead. She headed over to the bar to perch pretty, get a drink and see what brave soul would approach her. She tried hailing a bartender but they kept passing her by. One girl even went as far as to serve the person next to her. Gritting her teeth, she slammed her fist down on the bar top ratteling Omris' drink and drawing his attention. He watched her intently while she went off.
"Hola! I've been standing ova here forever and you served everyone around me. At some point in ******** time can I get a shot of Los Azulejos Gold? If you feel it within your god damn time range, puta? I know you saw me standing here cause you looked right at me!" Krystal was loud of course to let the b***h behind the bar hear her over the music. It took a lot to make Krystal angry and even then she hardly spoke her mind but be rude to her and it was over. She wanted to just bust the girl in the face for ignoring her the way she was and the girl still wasn't moving only staring at her seemingly surprised by the outburst.
"Ok, Puta... Hey excuse me." Krystal tapped the bar to catch the attention of a guy talking to one of the scantily dancers and his friend with the glasses.
"When you're done, would you be so kind as to get me a drink because this chika right here is deaf, blind, and dumb." She looked more fed up that raving mad but everyone better believe she would hit one of them with the Grey Goose bottle sitting on the counter if someone else had the nerve to ignore her again. She already made up in her mind that Houston was s**t and this was only proving it.




They shimmer and shine
Glisten like a woman’s’ smile
They sparkle and glow
Better than gold
They are perfect alone but better in a ring
Make sure he gives them on one knee
Remember don’t sign the pre-nup unless it involves
One million
Or three.

[Freshh Swagg]

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

Jasmynn positioned herself against the bar counter top to better adjust to a more comfortable position. Vivid chocolate eyes continued stare aimlessly around the club while making mental observations. For a brief moment, she began to reflect on more of what both of her friends had said. Was she really a "prude"? No, of course not! She had just learned that men are dogs, and they will and always will have s**t for a brain. All her ex boyfriends would be victims of this obvious assumption. But then again, It wouldn't be that bad to liberate her boundaries a little, maybe meet someone...Get drunk, act a fool. Maybe she would have more fun that way? After a few minutes she decided to reach into her purse to text Selina; The traffic most have been horrible. Quickly scheming over the text from Selina, she replied:

To: Se Se
From: Jas
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYeah I'm here. Upstairs at the bar, You'll see when u get up here!

Placing the iphone back into her small purse she looked up to be surprised by a quite attractive male. After he had spoken, she frowned with a perplexed expression. Was this guy kidding? Was he hitting on her? No, he had her confused for someone else...Damn, even worst. Jas cleared her throat before speaking to handsome stranger, "Uhm, excuse me, I think you have me confused for somebody else? Her voice was loud enough for him to hear, but puzzled at the same time. For a split second she was sort of taken back when he pointed to the vacant post. "No no no...You see, I'm not a dancer, or...Well I'm a dancer but I don't work here. An anxious smile stay plastered on her face as she stared into the male's eyes. Jas's attention swiftly changed to the woman behind him appearing tremendously pissed off. What the hell was going on? She frowned at the woman yelling particularly because she didn't exactly hear who she was speaking to.

((Edit. If Krystal isn't talking to Darin I will edit out the last part))

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”

[Freshh Swagg]

"The party girl"

Selina tapped her heels impatiently alternating from one leg to another waiting to get in to the eventful club. It would be only a matter of minutes before Lu had made it, and just as she hoped her friend approached her from behind. Taken for a second by surprised, Selina felt a burst of excitement as Lu had informed her they had a hook-up. "Oh hell yuhh girl! I was about to say...This line is wayy to damn long!" Selina followed Lu as both of them had moved to the front of the line. She flashed a snobby smile to the angered club goers that were staring them down as they entered into the club.

For a split second Selina frowned trying to recall where Jas was so she reached into her purse pulling out her phone. Quickly reading the text, she responded to Lu. " Upstairs at the bar? That's what she texted me. Putting the phone away, she began to evaluate glimpse around the club and its stunning attributes. "Damn this club is fresh! I'm lovin' it already. Great idea Lu!" Selina was ecstatic, she already began bobbing to the music as soon as they had gotten settled inside. "Oh my god I need to drink! I need some more alcohol in my system! Selina had already drank a half a bottle of Patron Silver Tequila from home before she had arrived. It would only be a matter of time before she became flat out drunk if any more shots were presented to her.

[Hells_Fire_2010]

"Dancing is a vertical expression....

Fixing up a storm of drinks, Lana assisted the gathering crowd around the bar. Barely hearing the women who appeared, whom then decided to seek her attention by other means. 'Oh, hell no. Who she thinks she talking too?' Ignoring the dark haired women, Lana went on about her business until the girl addressed her rudely once more, by calling her a b***h in Spanish. Now if she a dirty person, she would've told the b***h off then throw a glass of rum at her since she was so goddamn thirsty, but she couldn't. One being that she loved her job to much to lose it and the other being that her boss was in the vicinity. As in right next to her. Good thing that Darin saw and acted on her request, because Lana sure as hell wasn't about to. Not with that damn attitude. She was too damn grown to result in a petty argument with someone not worth her time.

Staring down at the girl, Darin scoffed in disbelief. Of course she was one of his dancers. Dressed like that she had to be. Nobody would wear something like that unless they worked at a certain club, or was attending a themed party. Suddenly the situation became awkward. Okay, she was in fact a dancer, but not for him. Tsk. Well looking how she did, she could. He had to admit though, the chick looked good and not because of the skimpy outfit she wore. "Oh, my fault." He apologized. "I thought you were one of new dancers we hired." Offering her reassuring smile, the expression faded from his face when commotion off to his right reached his ears, just as another girl spoke to him. The look on her face was that of a pissed off female and all due to the fact that no one was serving her. Why no one was like she claimed, rose a brow. But then again, It wasn't Lana's fault that she was really busy at the moment with others and her cursing at his staff member was definitely uncalled for. Though she seemed somewhat "relaxed" when she asked him to serve her a drink, he would let it slide this time. For no one really was at fault and to blow something so simple and easy to fix out of proportion is a waste of time. "Excuse me for a minute." Darin said to the mistaken female before he faced the other one. "Alright, easy. There's no need for name calling." He stated nonchalantly. "As you clearly see the club tonight is more than crowded and the numbers on my staff are quite busy. As a result, Lana must have missed you when you came over. On that, we apologize for the mishap. Now. If everything is cool, I'll be more than happy to serve you. What would you like to drink?"

-of a horizontal desire."

[Bebe Sin]

They say that words have power
Able to break a mind
Kill men
Crumble Nations

------------------------▬Word rivers stem from his open ocean mind freely. Naturally.



The night was young and the bar full. Omris on the other hand was empty and in need of a Captain and Coke, his favorite. When he reached the bar after parting with Charlene he took a seat and Darin began his usual bombardment of questions. As usual, Omris dodged them expertly giving a nod to having a drink and an easy shrug of the shoulders when asked where he was.
"I'm a ninja..." He joked back quietly because Darin was busy counting cash. He needed all his brain cells for that.

Lana came up to him and took his order, thank goodness. Any longer and his head would combust from the suspense. When she left, he watched her curious of her body language, studying the way her hips swayed even when she jogged across the long bar. It was a weird trait of his to watch people. Slighty stalkerish but it was how he got characters for his stories and he wasn't stopping any time soon.

Speaking of characters, a Nun's worst nightmare sauntered up to the bar in his line of sight. She stood idly, lost in thought perhaps. Hopefully she was thinking about going home to change because that outfit left nothing to a dude's imagination. Not that he was complaining. Her legs were long and shaply and her body had a muscle and tone that made even quiet Omris want to throw a pick up line at her. At least she wasn't one of those fat a** hood rats in clothes four sizes too small and swearing too god every man in the club wants her. She definately had not an ounce of fat on her a** except the good kind from what he could see.

A minute or two, DJ showed up, and in a spectacular display of idiocy, he mistook Sister No Clothes for one of the dancers in the club. Easy mistake for someone not observant like his best friend. The dancers were wearing a different costume. Way to go DJ for embarrasing a...lady. Minus one point.

Watching the two now from the corner of his eye, Omris couldn't fight the oncoming smile. Darin was actually somehow attractive to the chick, her being civil with him even though he basically called her a hoe, in Omris' opinion. How the hell did he do that? Darin and women were like apples and seeds. Without seeds, apples do not exist. Darin is the apple.

Sadri was just about ready to dance until someone else caught his attention, a rather loud girl on his left who was busy "asking" Lana for a drink. She pounded her small hand so hard on the bar top, it rattled his drink. Interesting development to say the least so dancing could wait. Star struck, poor Lana glared daggers at the loud mouth while the loud mouth instead seeked out Darin for help. Maybe the women were the apples.

The girl had practically reached over him to get to Darin and him being Prince Save a Hoe, handled the situation like a true pro. Point one for DJ. Omris just lifted his drink off the bar to take a sip, watching the scene quietly. Why say anything? It had not a thing to do with him in the least. Besides, what if that female cursed at him? He didn't know what he'd do. He didn't handle loud girls that weren't his sister very well.

The girl flipped her back legnth hair over her slim shoulders and gave Darin a look that all but said "Shut the hell up."

"I'd like a shot of Los Azulejos Gold Tequila please?" She spoke while flashing her green bracelet. Her expression was relaxed as an ocean breeze all of her former tension gone in an instant. Either she was bi-polar or DJ was cupid. Point one for DJ agian but this was insane. The woman was twenty-one and over. Darin needed to stop.

She looked at Omris flashing him a small smile which he couldn't help but return, her features made you just want to smile at her. She seemed so elegant and womanly now that she wasn't yelling. Her back straight as board and hair reflecting the multicolored lights, she seemed carved out of a block of sophistication. She must have been rich too because her outfit didn't look cheap. Maybe rich people were attracted to each other.

Oh Darin, Darin, Darin. Life sure liked to hand you lemons and you have no sugar.



[[Alittle blagh but I'll make it better when I'm more awake. smile ]]

Flow It's what separates monkeys from writers...

Words have two sides
Able to free a man
Revive a soul
Unite the world.

[Freshh Swagg]

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

French manicured finger tips began to latch on to the ends of her skirt pulling nervously towards the ground below. A feeling of warm rush began to heat up around her cheeks and forehead the more she realized how embarrassed she really was. As much as it was already intimidating enough that this stranger was absolutely handsome, but now she could be seen as a typical hoe. I mean, the way he had spoken to her was a little disrespectful, but it should have been no surprise considering she might as well had been naked.

As he had responded to the misunderstanding, she blandly smiled back. "It's fine...I could defiantly...Uhm, Defiantly understand what you were assuming about me." As he had excused himself to cater to the demanding woman, she turned putting her body back against the bar top again. It seemed as if she was burning up with heat; who turned up the damn temperature? Using her hand she began to fan herself off while rethinking over the situation. Where was Selina and Lucille? Now would be a great time to pull her away. Shield the embarrassment, and disappear into the club to never be found.

Reaching for her phone she sent another text to Selina simply saying 'Hurry up and get up here!'. Jas began to debate rather to just walk away or act as if it was no big deal she was mistaken for a "dancer". She decided on playing it off as if it was no problem, and how silly the situation was. Way to go Jas. You totally scored on that one..

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”

[Freshh Swagg]

"The party girl"

A few minutes of Selina getting acquainted with the club, she turned her head to see the staircase winding up to the second floor. "Hey! Lu! Let's go find Jas! Come with! Selina began to walk briskly through the crowd, her arched arm making a barrier through the horde of club goers. The atmosphere was inspirational in the sense you just felt like dancing for a lifetime. A few people whom had repeatedly been told 'excuse me' still cursed, gave dirty looks, and all together ignored her. Eventually she passed a woman who had spilled some of her drink down on her black pumps; Oh the nerve of some people. Aggravated, the short female made it up to the staircase instantly searching for her friend by the bar. Then suddenly, with her mouth wide open, she saw her friend wearing a completely revealing costume, and already talking to a tall male at the bar? Oh, god, what was she thinking?

Selina began to speed up towards Jasmynn, hoping that Lu was trailing behind her. What the hell was she thinking? When she had gotten to her friend she lightly grabbed her by the arm pulling her aside from the familiar man. "Jas what the hell are you wearing? Hunny you look like a lil hoochie mama! She spoke truthfully only loud enough for Jasmynn to hear her words. Sweetie forreal why are you wearing that? You look cute as hell, but jeez! Her eyes were huge with astonishment, and almost immediately she drug her friend to a near corner from the bar. "Sweetie, I have some extra clothes in the car. You need to change, because I can totally see everything. She looked back towards the male she had spotted a few seconds ago. Darin? Really Jas, Come on hunny. An arched brow implied how sarcastic she was being. Turning over to Lu she had the same expression as if expecting her to chime in. Someone had to talk some sense into her showing up to a club in something like that.

[Freshh Swagg]

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

Before Jas could even attempt to speak to the male again in order to calm matters down, Selina had came from nowhere pulling her aside. A comforting smile appeared on her face as both of her friends had arrived, it was about time... As Selina spoke into her ear, Jas kept her gaze onto the floor as she began to interpret what was being said over the blaring music. Oh boy...What had she done wrong now? It was college night after all. "Wait, what do you mean? I thought it looked kinda cute?" She shouted back so that her friend could hear her.

Once again, being taken by the arm in a nearby corner, she was now completely confused as to what the problem was now. What was wrong with her costume? It was cute, especially for the occasion. She loved that her friend was honest, but what was the big deal? " Wait...So...With college night, you don't wear a costume? Oh was she lost...She had mistaken college night for a costume kind of party. She had assumed you were suppose to dress risky for the occasion. Well that's what it was like at her club she tended at, people were always finding the most revealing costume for any occasions such as football games or something of the sort. Selina bit her lip as now the warm feeling back in her cheeks had became even more intense. "Oh my god you guys.

Now it the whole situation made sense. Instead of fitting in, her costume worked as a charm that conveyed a "slutty" yet alluring public image. She immediately felt nauseated from humiliation; now the odd looks from the club populace made sense now. Jas took a seat on a nearby sofa right away. She buried her head into her arms that rested on her lap as if a way to hide herself from reality. Turning her head towards her friends, she laughed nervously. "I'm so embarrassed you guys. It's too late now. That guy I was talking to thought I was a dancer that worked here.. Ugh...Oh my god. Now he probably thinks I'm messy. Should I just leave?"

(( Jas is so smart sometimes xd ))

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”