Post by chloe on Feb 12, 2013 20:00:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] you're slowly letting me go, and i know this feeling. The Words: five hundred and thirty-nine The Outfit: here The Notes the song is 'Feel It In My Bones' by Tiësto feat. Tegan & Sara There was no doubt in Chloe Loren's mind, as she swung her leg over the edge of her windowsill, that her roommate was face deep in lady lumps - getting just what he wanted. She also didn't doubt that the sight would have been enough to trigger her gag reflex, had she used the front door instead of scaling her building. But, at that point - when she was climbing three stories down a fire escape - she thanked her lucky stars for that roommate. Because living with him was worlds better than living in a cramped dorm, or worse, at home. Chloe bit down on the cigarette hanging from her lips in hopes of keeping it put. Unfortunately, it only broke it in half, sending a small, orange light down to the ground and causing her to sputter and spit out the remains, wiping her mouth in disgust. With the most exaggerated sigh she could muster, Chloe jumped down onto the fire escape of the third floor, tiptoed down the rusted stairs, and climbed the rest of the way down the screeching ladder, quite cat-like. Her feet touched the ground and she stomped out the cigarette butt, reluctantly. She snatched up her bag, from it's place on the ladder, and slung it over her shoulder with another huff. Why she carried so much shit with her, she'd never really know. But, she often used the excuse, "I'm a girl, and girls need things for emergencies, ya dig?" Chloe glanced around her at the almost empty street, straightened her jacket, and started down the pavement towards her destination. She passed windows, checking her reflection and hating herself for clicking her tongue and raising shooter hands at herself. Hitching her bag up higher, Chloe turned a corner and saw the line for the club. Titling her head back and balling her fists, she pulled at the zipper of her leather jacket and pushed the girls out. It's not that she had a hard time getting into these types of places, but she was storming to the front of the line and that took work. Her heels clicked on the pavement, a look of determination on her face, and she sighed a little when she spotted the bouncer. A friend of her mothers, "Hey, Barry! You wanna let me in?" He gave an answer, unheard over the blasting music, but opened the rope and let her inside. She smiled and waved, stepping past the bouncer and into the strobe-lights of the club. Her head, naturally, started bobbing to the music. She handed off her bag to the checker, tucking her phone and money into a pocket on her jacket, and made her way further in. Chloe danced her way to the bar, hands in the air and smile on her face. Her hips were swaying to the music, until they found a seat. Honestly, the crowd was big but there was little selection - when it came to guys. So, she ordered a drink, after a little flirting with the bartender and sat on her stool, muttering, "The night's still young, Chloe. The night is still young." |