Post by jessica1 on Jun 6, 2009 14:55:04 GMT -5
[/size]DANICA WAS PRETTY SURE she couldn't do this any longer. Her hands was cramping and the silence was slowly eating away at her insides. Work and Dana were like oil and water. They just did not mix. Danica was so much better at partying than sitting at home studying and writing words on paper. She smoothed her hands over wrinkly paper, brushing pencil shavings away. A sigh escaped her light pink lips, as she bent over work her 'professor' had given her. She would love to be doing anything but this right now, all this constant writing was giving her a head ache. Danica pushed herself out of the chair, and quickly grabbed her phone off the table. Slamming the door shut behind her, she figured it was time to take a break. And there was only one place where she could really relax. The skinny girl walked down London's streets, heading toward the location she had discovered a few days ago. The air outside was warm, but clouds in the distance, threatened to burst. There was sunshine here and there, but soon it would all be gone. Dana had noticed how the sun was slowly dipping toward the horizon, and that was just fine with her. To be honest, which she was, Danica loved the night. It was when everyone went out, and sleeping was impossible, because of all the noise. Dana turned a few corners, and dodged a few people, finally coming across the name of the club. She couldn't even pronounce the name, it was like..french or something. Danica had always wanted to learn french, but it wasn't happening, lately. Whatever it meant, had to be something good. There was a man outside guarding the entrance, while people waited in a short line, to get in. It would be longer, but the sun wasn't all the way gone yet. She hadn't brought anything with her but her phone, and her fake I.D, which was always in her pocket. Dana didn't know what the age was to drink or get in to clubs, she was rather new to the area. But, she had used fake identification in New York, why would London be any different? Dana supposed she was drawn to this club so much, was because it reminded her of home. The girl felt a small smile twitch at her lips as neon lights flicked on, inside the building. Danica had managed to come here alone, like every other time. For being so social, she didn't have very many friends yet. But, in clubs, she found her amusement in slutty guys who would buy her a drink. For this reason, she didn't bring money with her much.
SHE HANDED THE MAN her fake i.d, and flashed her most convincing smile. Danica was slender, and not very tall, but she knew how to tweak things to her advantage. The female felt satisfaction spread through her frame, as her pass. The nineteen year old sighed with relief, as she took in the setting. The closest thing to work here, was grinding with the rest of the people in the middle of a large dance floor. Fireman by Lil' Wayne, blasted over the speakers, and Danica was taken by surprise. He was so popular in America, but she never expected him to be here. Maybe he wasn't, just in this club. There was a New York-esque feel to the club, that could explain the sound blaring through hidden speakers. Dana crossed the floor in her short, gray shorts and took a seat at the bar. For now, she would get a drink and relax. Later on, well..that was different story. It depended on who appeared in her line of vision. Danica blinked her hazel brown eyes, and asked the bartender for a drink. It came to her quickly, and she took small sips. Dana studied relatively hot guys, smirking coldly at some of them. Nah, she would let them come to her. Danica didn't chase after other people, instead she stood from afar and tried figuring them out. The first word that popped in to her head was ' flirt '. It hadn't been only her that guy had been making expressions at, but like twenty other women. Just fine, she liked a challenge, frankly tons of other females were flocking to this guy. Danica rolled her eyes, and looked the other way, her silky raven hair oozing around her shoulders.
SHE WAS BETTER at reclining in clubs than anything else. It was like her natural habitat, and no matter how much she wanted to deny it, Danica came to the conclusion that she got it from her biological mother. Because, there was no way in hell that her adoptive parents were party people. No, just no. They were quiet, and got aggravated with her if she blasted music. Well, fuck, it was a very good thing she didn't live with them anymore. They had donated to her bank deposit, despite the fact they had paid for her education, and helped her buy herself a nice apartment. She had to be thankful for them, who knew, she could have been adopted by some crap family that was now struggling for even ten bucks. Dana's adoptive family wasn't rich, but they were wealthy enough. Enough to get her a few nice things.
Word Count: 889
Music: Good Girls go bad, Cobra starship
Status: Done & Open
Outfit: Here
Note: Ugh, I'm having like writers block or something. It'll get better. Image credit to Rebecca on Caution.
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