Tabitha Dunbar (dead_tabitha) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-09-09 22:08:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice II |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, tabitha dunbar |
Not Everyone is so Sunny
Who: Tabitha and Gwen
Where: Avarice II
When: Wednesday Night, Sept. 8th
Tabitha sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey sour as she listened to the music. Sure, she was technically underage, but this new club was fairly easy to get drinks from, so it didn't matter. Besides, it made going to work a little easier. You could only stand so many horny men staring at you sober, after all. She watched as people danced out in the crowd, wondering if she should join them, but it kind of reminded her of work. It sucked that something as fun as dancing had been turned into just work for her, but it had. It wasn't like she could help it, after all. No, she'd just sit here with her drink for now, thanks. Maybe after a couple of drinks she might join in.
Gwen, on the other hand, had NO problem dancing. Blake was spending a 'family night' with her Nana (which, while Gwen teased her about it, she actually found very adorable), and since Gwen honestly didn't know many other people out here yet, it was flying-solo night for our Slayer. Tonight, Gwen was decked out in super-tight jeans with strategic rips going down the front of each thigh, and a black and navy-blue leather vest, worn over a black lace bra. Did she look mildly trashy? Sure. But you know what? It made her feel pretty. So shut the fuck up. She swayed a little to the music, which, while normally a LITTLE heavier than people would dance to? She made work.
Tabitha's eyes watched as the different people danced on the floor, and the blond happened to catch her eye. Of course, a hot blond headbanging and swaying out on the dance floor. Half the damn club was watching her, actually. She was kind of eye catching.
A guy came up and started trying to dance with Gwen (ok, it was more like something between dry-humping and MATING), to which she leaned in, snarled, and pie-faced him. "I'm taken, assface. Take that shit somewhere else."
That actually made Tabitha laugh a little, if only because she wished she could do that to some of the people who came into the places that she danced at. Hell, she had to watch guys jack it at the peep shows and pretend it was hot. If ONLY she could tell them to put their tiny wieners back in their pants.
Her groove considerably broken up, Gwen sighed and bounced on over to the bar, getting a bottle of water from the bartender with a remarkably (for Gwen) adorable little smile.
"Nice way of dealing with that ass out there," Tabitha said to her. "Wish I could deal with guys like that where I work." She talked just loud enough to be heard over the music and crowd.
"Yeah... the workplace generally ain't the best place to tell people off. At least that's what I hear." Ok, so Gwen hadn't actually ever had a job before, ok? "Of course, the downside to talking to people like that is that I'm almost bound to keep my list of friends here to, well... my girlfriend and that's about it."
Tabitha simply shrugged. "Many people in Vegas aren't exactly worth talking to, anyway," she pointed out to Gwen. "A lot of them only want to find out what they can use for you and then just take it away, after all."
"Wow. That's... that's really optimistic." Gwen said with a laugh. "You must be a motivational speaker, with THAT kinda sunny outlook. I'm Gwen."
That actually made her chuckle. "Truth isn't always pretty," she said simply. She offered her hand to Gwen. "I'm Tabitha," she said to her.
"Trust me. I've seen a LOT of bad shit in my life. But if you don't at least try to stay positive... hell, it doesn't really make life very fun." So Gwen wasn't exactly a professional speaker. STFU. "Besides, yer way too pretty to let yourself be so glum." She was, too... although Gwen couldn't help but notice that while the girl was beautiful... she looked like she'd lived a hard life.
She took a sip of her drink and shrugged. "I don't actively try and be negative," she said. It's just usually how everything she said turned out. It wasn't like she had TOO much to be positive about. Sure, she kept a roof over her head and such, but, along with being a stripper, she was a 'Peep Show Girl.' And that didn't even get into what she did on her off hours. She smiled at the last part of what Gwen said. "Thanks for the compliment."
"I call 'em like I see 'em." Gwen said with a little shrug. "Seriously. I've been down a really self-destructive path. And the reason for it still hurts now and then. But... damn, I ain't gonna just destroy myself over someone who didn't love me anymore, you know?"
Tabitha nodded. "Wish it were as simple as a broken heart," she said to Gwen. Some people just seemed set to go down a destructive path. Tabitha (and her PB counter-part, seemingly) happened to be one of them. Didn't mean she couldn't have fun before going out in a blaze, though. "Besides, a negative attitude doesn't stand in the way of fun, does it?"
"Now... THAT is a valid point. Damn. I hate to say it, but I had a LOT of fun during that phase in my life. Granted, I don't REMEMBER all of it..." she admitted with a blush(!), before continuing, "But I see your point regardless. So what do you do, anyway?" Hey, she was trying to make small-talk, ok? She'd never admit it... but Gwen was desperate for friends out here.
She snorted. "What don't I do?" she said, more to herself than to Gwen. "I'm a stripper, the most popular job description in Vegas that doesn't *actually* require me to sleep with people," she said with a smirk. "I also work at a peep show during the day, but I'm still not touching anyone, so it's fine."
"Peep show? Get outta town." Gwen practically purred, already contemplating finding out WHERE and taking Blake to see her in action. "That's kinda hot. No offense."
"It pays the bills," she said. "I can tell you where it's at if you're that interested in it." Frankly, Gwen would be a pleasure to stare at as opposed to what she usually had to look at while working there.
"Considering I'd probably end up totally mauling my girlfriend mid-show if we ever came... well, you wouldn't be bored, I'll say that." Ok, so from Gwen, that was a compliment.
Tabitha smiled at that. "Better than what I see when solos come in," she admitted. Couples did come in from time to time, so it wasn't the weirdest thing in the world. "There's no rule against it. Hell, you can bring toys for each other if you want. Just...don't set them on the floor if you're attached to them. Because you would have to burn them afterward."
Ok, so... Gwen cackled then. Because really, how often did she meet someone as crass and blunt as herself? "Ok, you're officially hilarious. We're so hangin' out sometime. Like... officially."
For someone who didn't have anything past 'casual acquaintances,' this actually made her somewhat happy. As happy as she usually GOT these days. She smiled at Gwen, a genuine smile. "I think I'd like that," she said to her.