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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 22:25:06 GMT -5
Sherlock stood out in front of the club just a few feet from the door. His back against the wall, his right foot, taking after his back, was also rested on the wall.
The night was actually nice, a slight breeze played with his hair, calling it to dance at its call. Sherry’s blue eyes were fixed up at the heavens, the twinkling stars, and the moon. It was actually more beautiful here than it was back in his beloved America.
Several people were making their way into the bar; the maddening loud music grew louder and quieter at the whim of the opening and closing doors. French Punk Rock. He’d have to go inside and show them what real Punk sounded like. His blue guitar, snug in its bag, was seated peacefully against the wall much like its owner.
In slight disgust, Sherlock looked over at the door when a terrible guitar solo started up. The young wizard wore the face of terror, as the crowd seemed to cheer louder for the talent-less moron continued to play.
Are these people serious!? Is this really their standard for music!?
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Post by Melody Constance on Apr 10, 2007 22:31:11 GMT -5
A girl of sixteen walked to wards the sounds of the club. She was new on campus, and people knew it. It was not that she was loud, or liked to be noticed, but how could you miss a beauty like her?
She never flaunted her beauty, but, she knew she had it. People told her she was pretty. Mostly, she let the comments go in one ear and out the other.
Melody fingered the necklace around her neck as the club came into view. She heard the sound of the music, it sounded okay. She never liked loud place, but she had to make friends, right?
She walked up to the door, her leather boots making a tapping sound. Her red shirt was laced with black, showing a little skin. The leather mini skirt made her legs seem longer then they were.
Melody was ready to begin making friends as she headed for the door.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 22:48:24 GMT -5
Sherry watched li'l miss Blondie (that's you! xD) head for the door and smiled. She was obviously about a year younger than he was and that was cool with him.
He let her know that she was noticed by giving her a quick two finger salute, his cigarette between his two fingers.
He smirked and said in his slightly raspy voice, "Good evening."
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Post by Melody Constance on Apr 10, 2007 22:53:44 GMT -5
The girl turned her head, and saw a boy leaning against a wall. She laughed slightly as he saluter her. Her hair blew in the slight breeze, and rested around her shoulders.
Her grey eyes bright at the prospect of possibly making a friend, she said softly, "You know, you don;t have to salute." Her voice has a slight English accent to it. She giggled slightly.
"So, what's your name?" Melody asked him, eyeing him.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 22:58:36 GMT -5
Sherlock smirked at her comment and closed his eyes, "My name..." He said with his American accent, "...is Sherlock, but for the night, you can just call me darling." He said almost laughing at himself. This tone of confidence in himself was practically unheard of.
He took a quick hit from his cigarette and and opened his eyes. The wizard already told himself F*ck it and just decided to relax. You only live once, right?
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Post by Melody Constance on Apr 10, 2007 23:04:34 GMT -5
"Ooh, someone is confident of himself, eh?" Melody asked. She eyed him up and down. She had the same thought in her head, only slightly different:
The hell with it. You're new, you're hot, go for it, girl!
Yes, she normally gave herself these mental pep talks. She grinned. "Are you not going to ask me of my name?" Her voice just oozed flirtyness.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 23:11:23 GMT -5
"No, I was just going to call you 'Hottie of the night'." He said with a laugh. He was, of course kidding. "But please, do tell me your name. I promise I won't forget it."
I s*ck at flirting.
He pointed over at her, his tongue touching his left canine for a moment before he spoke. "If you say your name's 'Hottie of the night', I'd swear you were trying to get into my pants."
Oh yeah, I s*ck hard.
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Post by Melody Constance on Apr 10, 2007 23:17:45 GMT -5
Melody let a smile play off of her lips. It was a confident, smart aleck smile.
"In that case, my name is Hottie of the night..." She said flirtatiously. Then, she grinned. "Hell, if that was my name, everyone would be screaming it, right?" she asked. "No, my name is Melody Constance, but you can call me Melly...or Mels."
She let her hand hang loosely by her side. She pulled a small tube of lip gloss from her purse, and put some on her lips, making them shine in the starlight.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 23:25:02 GMT -5
Sherlock cocked a brow but kept a smug grin. "Are you teasing now?" He said almost laughing
Eh, you're the new American student. Go for it
"Oh please tell me you're teasing. I love a girl who plays hard ball... Better than fast cars, back seats, and hotel rooms... Combined"
Did you just f*cking say 'hotel rooms'! She's going to think you're a whore.
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Post by Melody Constance on Apr 10, 2007 23:29:15 GMT -5
Melody laughed after his first comment. "Hotel rooms?" she asked lightly.
No need to tell him that was where my first experience was...
The 16 year old giggled to herself after making that comment in her head. She grabbed his hand, taking a chance. "Shall we go in?" she asked him, her voice light. She squeezed his hand lightly.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 23:37:49 GMT -5
Sherlock looked down at his hand and grinned. "Yes, we shall." He said grabbing his guitar with his spare hand and lead her to the doors.
Once inside he let out a sighed. "Someone really needs to teach this guy how to play his instrument... They also need to teach him how to sing for that matter..." He shook his head. "God... I know some guys back in the states that were better than this guy."
He looked back to his 'date' and smiled. "I should totally play you a song later."
Yeah, when I can think of one that'll fit the mood.
"So, do you want to sit and watch or what?"
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Post by Melody Constance on Apr 10, 2007 23:45:17 GMT -5
Melody suddeny pulled him close and kissed him, She stopped and looked at him,
F*ck! I just ruined it!
She looked at him again. "I don;t know...what do you wanna do?" she asked slyly.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 23:51:57 GMT -5
The kiss put back for a moment. All he could do was stand there and stare.
What do you do!? What do you do!?
"I say we..." He put a hand through her hair, blinked, and smiled.
F*ck.
And then he did something. He kissed her. He kissed her, right there after just taking a few steps into the club. He kissed a stranger, and you know what else he did? He let go, looked her dead square in her gray eyes and he did it again resting his left hand on her hip, his right still in her hair.
What the hell. As we all know. You only live once.
Without so much as thinking he pulled her closer to himself.
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