It's a beautiful night, We're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby I think I wanna marry you
Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go No one will know Oh come on girl Who cares if we're trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow Shots of patron And it's on girl
Don't say no, no, no, no-no Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah And we'll go, go, go, go-go If you're ready, like I'm ready
Cause it's a beautiful night We're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby I think I wanna marry you
I'll go get a ring let the choir bells sing like oooh So whatcha wanna do? Let's just run girl
If we wake up and you wanna break up that's cool No, I won't blame you It was fun girl
Don't say no, no, no, no-no Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah And we'll go, go, go, go-go If you're ready, like I'm ready
Cause it's a beautiful night, We're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby I think I wanna marry you.
Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Just say I do, Tell me right now baby, Tell me right now baby, baby. [x2]
Cause it's a beautiful night We're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby I think I wanna marry you
Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 3:05 pm
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[ Boy ] was just your average guy. He liked to drink, party, dance, and just have fun. Well it was his twenty first birthday so his friends took him out to go get drunk at a club. [ Girl ] works at the club, she is one of the bartenders. She happened to get off work and was about to leave until [ Boy ] bumped into her. Instantly, he thought she was cute so he invited her for a drink and told her that it was his twenty first birthday. [ Girl ] is only a few months older than boy, so she was legal to be drinking. She agreed and the two got some drinks. They actually ended up drinking a lot more than planned and were having a blast, dancing, drinking, and talking. Well, his friends were also drunk and that was when they went out to do some stupid things. [ Boy ] takes [ Girl ] along with them and they go out and do some daring things.
[ Boy ] and his friends went to a casino and they went to the Jackpot Machine to try it. It just so happened that [ Boy ] hit the jackpot. He instantly knew what he wanted to do. He was drunk and looking for stupid things to do, so what he did was he went out and he bought a ring. He then took [ Girl ] to what he thought was a special place and knelt down, proposing to her. To him it didn't seem wrong, they were all really drunk. [ Girl ] was hesitant at first but said yes. They all continue to party and drink until they were to the point of nearly passing out. What would happen if [ Boy ] and [ Girl ] were to wake up in the same bed, not remembering what all went down the night before? What would happen if [ Girl ] saw the engagement ring on her finger and the guy in her bed was her new fiancé? Will it end or will they actually try to get to know one another?
☆ ｉｎｓｐｉｒａｔｉｏｎ ☆
I was listening to the song Marry You by Bruno Mars and came up with this idea. Plus, the movie 'What Happens in Vegas' came to mind and it seemed to match perfectly. Plus, I've been in the mood for a good roleplay that I came up with. It isn't too often I can get these creative hairs like this. Well, I personally think it is creative, but I don't know.
♡ Please follow the normal Gaia rules. You know what you can and can't do, correct?
♡ Please don't god-mod. Nobody likes it, I personally don't mind it when it is necessary, but I would love for you to talk to me before you do so.
♡ Please don't disappear on me. This idea I am really interested in doing and I don't want to get it started only for it to end in a disaster.
♡ Type at least three sentences at the least. I don't care how literate you are from there, but I want something to reply with. I can't stand one liners either, if you do one liners too much I will end it there, alright lovelies?
♡ Romance is encouraged! Although cybering is not. I would prefer a time skip or just take it to PMs. Either way, I don't care. I really don't wish to get banned from Gaia for doing sexual related roleplays in guilds.
♡ Pretty posts aren't a needed thing, but I expect to see a picture and name with every post at the most.
♡ Please send your profile to me and title it 'Marry You' ... This roleplay will be first come first serve, so reserve it if you want it. I will apologize to those if you do not make it, and if you convince me I can do a second roleplay just like this one with you.
♡ Have fun ♡
Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 3:09 pm
❀ ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ ❀
Boy || Tommy Allen Jones || Open, Reserved, Taken || Smart, confident, cocky, stuck-up, a bit rude, unafraid, self-centered, easily angered, but willing to try new things || YesterdayTodayForever
Girl || Character Name || Open, Reserved, Taken || Personality Traits || Username
Dislikes: ✗ Sour/spicy foods ✗ Loud noises ✗ Log trucks ✗ Not getting his way
Bio:Tommy's life was always very boring and uneventful. He lived a life with a single father who wasn't really much of a father in his eyes. His father was always out and about trying to care for Tommy and make sure they had money. Tommy was left alone all the time. Tommy's mother had died after giving birth to Tommy, but he was just glad his father wasn't angry with him as if it were his fault. Tommy was pretty decent in school, he got B's and up and rarely ever got anything lower. He started using photography as his way out when he was in middle school and ever since then has gotten pretty good at it. That and he is a bit of a fashion freak, he likes to look good and be confident. Tommy basically was alone at the house and always depended on his photography and friends for company. When Tommy was seventeen his father passed away from getting sick, although what he got was never told to him. He was sent to live with his Aunt Stephanie. She is a strict woman who expects a lot out of Tommy. When he moved there was when he started becoming a bit of a rebel at home and even going out to parties. He drank and had fun, he loved having a social life. This sort of behavior carried over through till he was twenty one. Living in an apartment with his three friends they all split the pay and decided that on Tommy's twenty first birthday they'd go to the club. That was when the real adventure begins.
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see xxxAn artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world xxxxxxAn artist is not paid for his labor but is paid for his magnificent vision xxxxxxxxxA work of art is a world in itself, reflecting senses and emotions of the artist's world xxxxxxxxxxxAll true artist, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no mind, from inner stillness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxI can see beauty where others see ugliness, that either makes me an artist or someone of very poor taste
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It was the day, July 31st, Tommy's birthday. Tommy normally wasn't one to enjoy spending his birthday, but today it just had to happen a certain way. Tommy was forced away by his friends throwing water baloons filled with paint in them at him, getting a mess everywhere, only for them to clean up afterwards. Yeah, his twenty-first birthday. To him it meant a lot, why? Because he could finally go out to a good club and drink like never before. Plus, with his friends, it seemed like a mandatory thing - to get wasted as hell on your twenty first birthday. At least the boys were never boring to be around when drunk. Tommy had seen how they were, mostly because they'd come back to the apartment completely out of it and honestly, Tommy couldn't wait to see what he was like drunk.
The day went by slowly, the boys did a variety of different activites to consume their day, which was surprisingly boring. Tommy's friends had tried to set him up on multiple dates too, which was just as bad as doing nothing on his birthday. Tommy wasn't ready for a serious relationship, mostly because he was a bit childish himself. He may be twenty-one, but he surely didn't act it. Tommy's friends finally gave up and they went out to do things before going to the club to waste their time there and get drunk.
Finally, the time had rolled around to go. It was ten at night and the boys arrived at the club. There were brightly colored lights everywhere, lighting up the room in almost a rainbow fashion. The lights would switch colors and blink like strobe lights. Tommy smirked as he saw how full to club was. He was really glad his friends had reserved to get in a year ago, this club was the best club around. He walked through the various people, trying to keep up with his friends as they headed towards the bar. Tommy was glad he wore the clothes he did, or else he wouldn't exactly look his best to be here. His hair was styled at the front like usual and he put on his brown beanie to match his outfit, so he felt pretty complete.
[[ ooc ;; I am so sorry for taking forever to get this started. --.-- Shows how lame I am haha. ]]
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Art is not what you see, but what you make others see An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual worldxxx An artist is not paid for his labor but is paid for his magnificent visionxxxxxx A work of art is a world in itself, reflecting senses and emotions of the artist's worldxxxxxxxxx All true artist, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no mind, from inner stillnessxxxxxxxxxxx I can see beauty where others see ugliness, that either makes me an artist or someone of very poor tastexxxxxxxxxxxxxx
LaShana was an 10 hour worker at the most busy and famous bars in the country. She smiled softly as she adjusted the Mickey Mouse ears on her head, of course, they didn't have uniforms or anything, she just chose to wear them. She check the clock, it was already nine. She already had five hours in, nine being the fifth. She looked over at the reservations and there was one under the name of one of Tommys friends, it have been reserved for a whole year, she was surprised that the person was that patient. Hearing a call of her name that most of the drunkards called her, "Pheonix". The girl walked over and smiled softly, getting the man who ordered a beer a bottle of alcohol.
After an hour passed, most of the people that were there and new her had left, being filled in with the reservation of the guy who waited for a year. She cleaned the glasses with her cloth as she looked out on the dancefloor. Sitting the small shot cup to the side, she leaned over on the stand and yawned, watching drunk people stumble over each other and couple dancing. She hummed lightly to the blasting music, having known the song. It was a remix of Feel this Moment by Pitbull. She stopped and looked over at her small stool, sitting down, she leaned back and felt the Mickey Mouse ears fall off of her head, falling onto the floor
YesterdayTodayForever
Sorry for the late a** reply."
out of crazy : ooc
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:17 am
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see xxxAn artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world xxxxxxAn artist is not paid for his labor but is paid for his magnificent vision xxxxxxxxxA work of art is a world in itself, reflecting senses and emotions of the artist's world xxxxxxxxxxxAll true artist, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no mind, from inner stillness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxI can see beauty where others see ugliness, that either makes me an artist or someone of very poor taste
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Tommy and his friends got into the club with little to no troubles. The six foot two male walked in, instantly greeted by the sight of drunks and the smell of alcohol running through the air. "It smells like alcohol." He let out. He was then roughly patted on his back by a friend and the boys laughed. They were all heading towards the bar. Although, Tommy had a little pit stop on the way. He was too busy admiring everything around him. First time coming to a club, so it was definitely different. He wanted to take in everything and lock it into his memory, since it was his only time on being twenty one. Although, he'd probably forget by morning because him and his friends were going to get completely wasted.
Just as Tommy was about to pass a woman on a stool, he noticed that her Mickey Mouse ears fell off her head and he moved over, picking them up. He smiled and placed them back onto LaShana's head. "Seems those ears are a bit big on you." He laughed slightly, although a bit awkwardly as well. He wasn't sure if he should go hitting on people right away, but he'd just go with the flow of things in the end, that seemed to be the smartest idea. Tommy eyed the girl, she was pretty, although those huge Mickey Mouse ears kind of threw the look off, although at the same time it was pretty cute.
[[ ooc ;; Don't worry about it. I was late on my reply too :'c ]]
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Art is not what you see, but what you make others see An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual worldxxx An artist is not paid for his labor but is paid for his magnificent visionxxxxxx A work of art is a world in itself, reflecting senses and emotions of the artist's worldxxxxxxxxx All true artist, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no mind, from inner stillnessxxxxxxxxxxx I can see beauty where others see ugliness, that either makes me an artist or someone of very poor tastexxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The sight of Tommy caused her to jump lightly, feeling him place the Mickey Mouse ears back onto her head caused her cheeks to go slightly red in embarrassment, "Uh... Yeah.. I know." She muttered as she stood from the stood quickly, causing it to fall, flinching at the bang she looked at Tommy, "Well.. Hi.." She said awkwardly before she continued, "I'm LaShana... Or Pheonix.. That's what almost everyone here calls me." She said, holding out her hand with a small smile, "Is it your first time being here? I don't think I remember seeing you before.. And being a bartender and such. I think I would atleast remember your face." She said before she sighed. "I talk alot." She took off the Mickey Mouse ears and threw them to the side where her backpack was. Closing her eyes, she flinched and waited for his response.
Looking over, she seen a man sit down and order a drink. She awkwardly looked at Tommy and held up a finger, signing that she'd be right back. She got a Bud Light beer for the man and she sat it down for him, taking the money he gave her. Going back to Tommy she asked, "Can I get you anything?"
