Mistaken Identity Who: Sage and Brayden Where: Avarice When: Evening - July 18
Living at the Blake Estate wasn't really all it was cracked up to be, but the Blakes were her birth parents, so Sage was trying to assimilate herself as best she could to their world. Or at least the world of Mrs. Blake. Sage didn't exactly agree with the woman's ideals, lifestyle or ways, but she was amending herself to her birth mother's way of living as best she could. It really was the only way she'd be able to become acquainted with the couple who had conceived her.
Entering the club for the first time, Sage was wearing a a short, black sleeveless dress with a light cardigan sweater dark gray in color worn over it. It was the "IN" place and definitely worth paying a visit to, though the young woman wasn't exactly enjoying the music. One could only take so much of the Blakes, and Sage felt she was entitled to a little time off to just be herself.
Brayden, meanwhile, was spending his time at his usual table, alone tonight as Meredith was working at Saints & Sinners. As he noticed what he THOUGHT was a girl he knew in Sage, he hopped to his feet, walking over to her and looking her over with a low whistle.
"Damn, girl. Lookin' GOOD tonight. Not that you weren't looking good last time, but still. Got the night off or something?"
The brunette looked the guy up and down with an 'are you kidding me?' look. "You obviously have mistaken me for someone else." Sage offered dryly as she glanced past Brayden further into the club seemingly bored.
"Dude. So your hair and clothes are a little different. Ain't like you don't look exactly the sa..." he cut himself off there, as it hit him. Her scent. It was totally, completely different. "...get the hell outta here. You're really not Camille." He mumbled, more to himself than to her.
Ah, so that's where the boy had gotten himself confused. He was mistaking her for her twin whom she had yet to meet. "Sage Collins." She said with a faint trace of a smile and offering of her hand.
"Holy fuck. You're seriously a dead ringer for a girl I went to school with. Sorry about that." And then, because let's be REAL honest: this was still Brayden. "I was gonna make her an offer to hang out with me, get some drinks, maybe make out. Feel like taking the invite in her place?"
"We all have a doppelganger out there somewhere." Though Sage's was indeed her twin, but the young woman wasn't too keen on sharing that little tidbit with people she barely knew. And then that "are you kidding?" look swept across her features. "Hardly. I don't know what this Camille is like, but I'm not into on night stands." Sage then made an attempt to step around the guy.
"Well damn. Now THAT is a shame." He stepped aside, grinning as he let her walk by... mostly so he could check her out from behind again. Brayden was a true gentleman, after all. "So... if you need anything, let me know. My family owns this place. I'm kind of a big deal around here." And so, SO humble, too!
"Is that how you impress them?" Sage questioned with a glance back over her shoulder at Brayden.
"Nah. That's just how I get the easier ones in bed. I tend to impress them with my natural charisma and my skills in bed. Which, in case you're curious, are VERY impressive." Oh god. Make him stop, please. He grinned at her, finally asking her, "So... you know Camille Blake?"
"Someone's got quite the inflated ego." Sage rolled her eyes, then. "Not even in the slightest of ways." Could the guy be more full of himself? God's gift was definitely not what Sage would ever want. "I know the name." She said and then left it at that.
"Fair enough..." He laughed, and raised a brow at the fact that she seemed almost totally uninterested in him. What the hell, seriously??? "Can I buy you a drink?"
Being uninterested in the guy could be an understatement, but that didn't stop Sage from answering him the way she did. "I think I could allow that." There was an ulterior motive behind her acceptance. What better way to get to know someone then by working one of their friends.
"Cool. To the bar, then." He grinned, ushering her over and winking at a short brunette punk-girl that walked by and stared at him for a moment. "What can I get you?"
Sage shook her head at the brief exchange between Brayden and the punk chick as she moved toward the bar. "A lemonade." She answered settling herself on one of the stools that lines the bar proper.
"Yo, CJ. Lemonade for the lady here, and a Cherry Coke for me." What a shithead, the way he just... ordered CJ around like he was the King of the world or something. "You new to the area or something? I like to think if there were TWO chicks looking that hot running around here very long, I'da noticed it."
"Or something." Sage answered. "So, you think I'm the spitting image of this Camille Blake?" The brunette asked casually just as CJ brought over their drinks. The young woman took a small drink of her lemonade while awaiting a reply from the guy.
"Dude. The hair's different. And... I think she might have a slightly tighter ass." Oh for God's sake, Brayden. "But otherwise? Yeah. You're like tw...." He sort of realized it as he said it, and laughed. HARD. "No fucking WAY... Blake got a twin sister? This is like some wet dream come true."
"I really have no idea what you're trying to insinuate." Sage said keeping her facial expression serious. "I've never met this Camille. In fact before this moment I didn't know I had a look-a-like out there."
Hrm. Brayden was good at reading people. And he could feel that in SOME twisted way, this girl was telling the truth. Or at least a HALF truth. "Ok, fine..." He said, letting it drop. Although HELL yes was he going to mention this to Camille the next time he saw her working.