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The thundering of music showering Nina from behind was such an intense sensation. The bass had pretty much taken control of her heart beats, causing them to skip to the music in a most thrilling and enticing way that had the twenty-three year old swaying her hips as I.D. after I.D. passed through her soft, pale hands. Yes.. Nina was the Bouncer for this evening. It wasn't the most exciting of jobs, but it did help the crew quite a bit.
Nina had to deal with several bad attitudes. No... she wouldn't call them that. They were much more terrible to be given a rank of such simplicity. Maybe keeping people who didn't belong in the club was actually a very bad idea. Twice already she had been swung at... the first one from a fiery redheaded teenager who had tried to slip between the gap created by Nina and the other doorman. It was fairly obvious that the young woman was drugged up to some high, or had consumed way too much alcohol.
"You alright there, Nina?" Mori asked, a frown placed on his naturally saddened face. He was a tall man in his mid twenties. Single and utterly handsome, but more of a quiet type.
Pushing a strand of bright green from her rosy cheeks, Nina nodded, carefully examining another person before they entered the building, making sure they were of age and of sanity. "Just another night."
Well.. not exactly. It was New Year's Eve.. so of course, it was going to get wild, and occasionally violent. Hopefully sooner than later, if anything. The neon headed woman hated to deal with violence when it trekked further into the evening.

Nina could feel a headache slowly rising in her already drumming head. It wasn't so much the music.. but more of the fools who were trying their best to untie the yarn of her patience. Mori would occasionally glance at her when a sigh, soft and delicate but with enough meaning to make him frown even more, left her petite girl figure. She began to regret volunteering until the doorman beside her murmured, "why don't you do take a break? I can handle this by myself for a while." Confused, the green-haired woman tilted her head to the side, as if the other had just spoken an inaudible language.
"Are you sure?" She questioned, almost needy to leave, her head easing up on the torture it had been putting her through when the man simply nodded, moving towards the middle of the door.
Without hesitation, Nina slipped in through the side door, heading straight towards the restrooms. From the look of it, people with nothing better to do just pasted their bodies to the wall, hoping for a date.

Nina look taken back, rubbing her forehead gingerly. Upon her lips was a frown painted carefully. Her eyes were scrutinizing and her cheeks were flushed a brilliant rose. She wanted to open her mouth and give the girl a piece of her mind.. but the eyes that stared at her were almost hypnotizing. Nina was at an odd loss of words. "Just... watch where you're going next time." Was all she muttered. Amazingly, she stumbled over her words in an attempt to keep her eyes at 'eye level.'
Standing straight, the bouncer flashed her dark hazel eyes from the young girls face to her feet, repeating that cycle once more. "You look young..." Well, of course she did... but it was the youth of a... well, somebody who didn't belong at the Rave. "What's your name?" Nina asked, crossing her arms carefully across her chest.

The comment of how Nina had been observing the girl had been brought up... which obviously, she knew was going to happen. The muscle's in her jaw were flexed to the point of stress and her hazel eyes, darkened with years worth of unhappiness and pointless work, did have a a most negative effect in the subtle eyes of society. Subtle? Well, not everybody behaved the same so it didn't apply with most. To calm what had happened previously, and hopefully to bring Kim, the now named young woman woman to comfort, the lime haired bouncer relaxed her pose, readjusting the death grip her pale arms had against her uncomfortably large bust to a simple, hand on curve gesture.. right hand placed firmly at her waist while the other drooped limply, almost begging to be taken.
Nina had never really been asked for her name before. Not even as a bouncer, or even a waitress. True the names were always written so carelessly by the manger in a vibrant blue dry erase pen onto the surface of a shiny, white mini-dry erase board that coincidentally had a small safety-pin glued to its backside, but customers never noticed nor put any desire into writing down whom they give their five dollar tip to. It was always just "that lady who served us."
It was was as common as her being asked out to a date and having an absolutely perfect time. Oh, yes.. how very, very common.
The momentary flip of thoughts bugged her to a point of disdain, so she concentrated, feeling alien by muttering, "Nina." It was the most peculiar sensation to utter that simple word, bringing her immense discomfort.

((Well.. the new year is hear and the eve is over.. yet I have grown interested in this. Would you like to continue and maybe build a role play?))

Gingerly, Nina began to take the pad of her thumb and rub it vertically along the back of her visible neck. Her green hair was very short... not to the point of a male cut, but short enough to get her mistaken if given a glance from behind.
Such pointless conversation.. Nina thought as the other spoke of her name and how her cousin also goes by it. Nina... it was a name she actually hated basically because her father had been as selfish as to name her before her mother could wake from the dose of morphine dripping into her ivy bag. It was such an irritating memory.
The motion she had done was a habit whenever she began to think, and at this precise moment, her thoughts had been aroused. Her shift... was pretty much over, as said by Mori; what a wonderful guy. She'd have to give him props next time around. "It's pretty much over." Nina murmured softly, her awkwardly low voice didn't appear to match the skillful flicker of her hazel eyes, or the gentle nibble she preceded on the corner of her rosy mouth. "Why... wanting to go out or something?" She questioned, eyes stroking once... twice over Kim's face. Yes, fairly blunt, but Nina had one of the biggest head aches you could ever imagine. She feared it a tumor more than anything else. After all, every afternoon she would drag her suffering body into her uncomfortably small living room and collapse upon the couch from the immense weight on her nerves.

Nina took a swift glance around the crowded area of the rave. It was already hot and humid from all the bodies, not to mention their intense cycle of movements that seemed to make it even more difficult to breathe, not to mention rather uncomfortable. Each and every one of them looked to be hyped up on Ecstasy or something just as bad. It was hard to imagine why anybody would want to harm themselves like that just for the high.
Returning her gaze back to the youthful looking woman that stood in from to her, the crayon green haired bouncer sighed softly.
"I don't think so... but there's this diner down the street.." What was she doing? Was that defeat in the back of her mind? Nina couldn't believe that she was actually giving into the idea of going somewhere with this girl, who was most obviously hiding something just to keep herself out of trouble. It wasn't right... but something in Nina's mind was rambling continuously about how it wasn't wrong as well.
Maybe it was this New Years dance that was getting to her, or maybe the sudden excitement and curiosity. What ever it might be, Nina was a thankful... if even for a small amount.
"I guess there's no need to linger her any further.." She stated, her expression seemed unamused, but she was indeed quite ready to leave this dreadful place. She loved raving, but she didn't fancy the idea of checking for underage minors' until five in the morning.