Post by VIVIENNE LYDIA SLOANE on Jul 17, 2012 21:06:51 GMT -5
Drink it up and be so mad and wild along with me till the ending.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=dcddde][atrb=style,border-left: solid 5px #00B945; border-right: solid 5px #D9005B;,true] [/style][style=width: 290px; height: 300px; font-family: arial ; opacity: 1;font-size: 12px; color: 000; overflow: auto; background-color: FFFFFF; border: 10px inverted black; text-align: justify; line-height: 90%; float: right;]Vivienne sat at the bar with her drink in hand and her smirk that she was so fucking fond of. Looking around at the endless amount of irish and friends getting drunk off their asses was something she was finding to be quite entertaining. The Irish sure knew how to smear their culture amongst the others as they spoke slurred accents and sloshing their beer to and fro. Vivienne was heavily disappointed though as she had not seen a bar fight yet. Something about people fighting was always enthralling for her. The woman that sat at the bar was a vision in blue, how doe brown eyes deceiving to all the others around. The faux warm eyes were not the only thing that was intoxication, but also that false smile that Vivienne can pull out of her ass so damn well. As if she was trained by the greatest, Vivienne could pull any emotion at a dime's notice. How laughter can come so cheerful out of her lips could be the death of many. For the laughter profusely playing like beautiful song there is equal venom waiting to be administered into her victim. There was no laughter with Viv tonight though. Feeling rather frisky, she was looking for preferably some Irish guy to fall into the web Vivienne had so perfectly put together. This web was the dyed brown curls and the ever so complimenting (and form fitting), blue dress matched with a pair of endlessly high heels. The heels were a mandatory thing when on the prowl, in order to get into a club you cannot just be wearing standard street shoes. Not to mention the heels accentuated Viv's legs to the tens and made her ass look fantastic. Figuring that more appealing guys would be more on the side area of the bar, Viv stood up and walked to the other bar area. She passed all the drunk bimbos that danced like idiots on the floor, grinding up against some young pervert who was going to do dirty things to them later in the night. Poor stupid, little bimbos. Her drink nearly polished off Viv completed her journey to the other bar, satisfied of the fruits of her venture. Why all the cuter guys meandered over here made Viv quite trivial, but she was not to question it. Sitting beside a taller looking guy she ordered herself another drink. She leaned herself upon the bar, enough so that her breasts were pushed up that a gay guy could spot them. Viv looked at the fellow down and then up, she frowned some as the face deemed familiar. Was there ever such thing as casual, unknown sex anymore? Oh well she found him to be enough for the night. "Hey there," Vivienne said, confidence boasting and undeniable. "So tell me you are Irish." Vivienne said taking a sip of her fresh drink compliments of the bartender. |
Pray to set you free, cause I'll give you the hurt. They gave it to me.
