alice "ali" rose. (farmcat) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-06-30 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ali rose, elle bishop |
WHO: Ali Rose and YOU!
WHERE: Downtown
WHEN: June 30 Noonish
WHAT: Ali arrives!
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: TBA
[ OOC: And for reference Ali is dressed like this. Boob bouncing is not a guarantee!> ]
Ali was on top of the world, she could not remember the last time she felt good – if she had even felt this good before. She had performed live in the club, and it had felt amazing. Even more amazing was the fact Tess had liked her singing – Tess was going to restyle the shows to feature live singing! Ali was spinning in front of her mirror, grinning at her reflection. She was still wearing her outfit from the act, even though the heels were starting to pinch.
“Hey Ali,” Coco, who was already in her street cloths called. “Get your head out of the clouds and changed girl, we’re gonna go downstairs and have drinks.”
Ali laughed and stopped spinning to face Coco who was at the top of the stairs. “Can you blame me?”
“Hell no girl,” Coco grinned. “You earned it,” with that she went downstairs and left Ali alone.
Ali spun one more time in front of the mirror, before bouncing up and down on the spot and squealing. “Oh mom,” she whispered. “I wish you could be here now!”
She sat down on her seat in front of the mirror, and reached up to take off her hat when a banging sound came from across the room. Ali jumped and turned in the direction of it. As far as she knew all the other girls were downstairs.
“Hello?” Ali called, standing up and slowly stepping towards the noise. Maybe it was Nikki trying to scare her, after how the other girl had been treating her lately Ali wouldn’t be surprised. “Is someone there?”
It sounded like it had come from the room with all the costumes in it. “Really mature Nikki,” she said, stepping into the room. Ali had dealt with worse than Nikki before, her boss back in Iowa – he had been a problem. A alcoholic prima donna really was nothing compared to him, which was saying something.
When she got no response her brow furrowed. Could she have been hearing things, sighing she shook her head. “Whatever.”
She turned around to head back to her mirror, except she wasn’t in the club anymore. Ali’s eyes widened in horror, either she had just completely lost her mind or she was in a park – in the day time. She glanced around widely, trying to stay calm.
“Right, okay,” Ali said, taking deep breaths. “I’ve been roofied and I’m hallucinating, or I’m dreamin – OW!” she pinched herself hard and it hurt. “Shit, shit, shit!”