Val (stonecolddrunk) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-08-09 17:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-19, fluffy |
The club can't even handle me right now
Who: Fluffy and Open
When: At night
Where: Random bar with loud music
Tonight, as many other nights, Fluffy had come to a bar with Nicci, both of them intent on having a good time, maybe get some vampire blood in them, maybe get some action - whatever that meant. And while Nicci was already having a seemingly deep conversation with some idiot she was probably going to hump against later in the parking lot (or in a series of other semi-public locations) Fluffy was sitting alone having about three shots at once. Nicci, the good friend she was, had told the bartender to keep them coming for Fluffy or she would get angry; and wasn't that the truth. At one point, however, Fluffy got tired of just sitting there drinking and nodding her head to the music, so she ordered a tall, strong cocktail - something sweet but with lots of rum, vodka and God knew what else - and gone to the dance floor.
Right now she was dancing alone, making a show of it despite her small stature, taking sips of her drink when it looked like it would spill. She was letting out a few yells of "Woooo!" or "Yeaaah!" as she danced, and hoped that someone, anyone, would come dance with her. If Nicci was busy then so did she want to be; plus, she liked attention.
If there was one thing to be said about Fluffy's dance style was that while not good enough to qualify her for one of those ridiculous dance shows, it didn't make her look ridiculous either; at least not until she was too drunk to stand straight, anyway. And she was nowhere near that state...yet. Here was hoping.