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Post by adrienne on Jan 3, 2010 19:37:49 GMT -5
 --- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,.[/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne had needed a night away while on Christmas break. All though she loved her brothers, she could only spend so much time around them, or at least, locked up in her house. She had told her father she was going to a friend's house for the evening, which was not entirely true. More like she had heard about a dance club in Knockturn Alley that she wanted to try out.
She had left the house dressed as she normally did and evaporated to Knockturn Alley. There, she had rented a room at a local pub and had dressed to go out. She was now in the middle of the the lights and the crowds of people, a drink in her hand, dancing. They didn't ask her age when she had ordered her brandy, nor had anyone bothered her, she was simply allowed to dance.
She moved off the floor to take a breather and to the bar to get a refill on her drink. She slid onto a stool, crossing her legs elegantly beneath the counter as she sipped on the drink that matched the color of her eyes. She swirled it around in the glass, listening to the music change as she waited for her heart rate to calm down enough to go dance again.
She pushed her long curls back off her face as she waited, looking away from the bar for only a moment to scan the room.
tagged brett lott outfit here notes none credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by xxkaitlinxx on Jan 4, 2010 0:55:10 GMT -5
Running his fingers over the top of his head Brett Lott let his green eyes scan over the bar as he raised the cup of whiskey to his lips once again. Things weren’t going to well for the man. His wife’s health was going downhill yet again from stress. His baby girl, who wasn’t really a baby, was missing. His son Alec’s marriage was going insane do to him slipping up on the fact that Alec cheated on Milly… Now he was well he wasn’t doing too hot himself.
Sitting there he let his thoughts roam and roam. Back to the days when he didn’t even care that he was married. He had about three girls on the side. He really didn’t see how he did that to his wife. Brett did truly love Violet with all his heart now. It just took a few cheatings to get that clear in his mind, but he now feels like he might have been the one to originally cause her health problems, even though she was born with them.
Thinking about that he raised the glass to his lips, his fourth glass, finishing off the whiskey sitting it back on the counter just as a young lady sat down next to him. Hell a very beautiful young woman. Damn, he wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this, he was married, but he was blaming it on the alcohol.
With a smile on his face he looked over at her. “Would you like something to drink miss?” Brett asked with a smile, he wasn’t going to do anything more than buy her a drink… Right.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 4, 2010 1:17:40 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne turned her head in surprise when someone spoke to her. Whiskey eyes set on the man next to her, an attractive older man. Dark hair with a tint of gray, green eyes, well built, she'd peg him in his mid to late forties. Very handsome indeed. And he had offered to buy her a drink.
She turned on her stool so her front faced him, her long legs crossed at the knee, and they were close enough that her foot ever so slightly brushed his leg when she turned in her seat. Her own mostly full glass of brandy was still in her hand and she felt one of her mischievous, playful smirks work onto her full lips. "I'm taken care of for the moment, thank you." She replied, her French accent highlighting ever word.
She took a long draw of her drink and set it down on the counter. She then reached to her waist and untied her jacket, letting it slip off her shoulders as she handed it over the counter to the barman for safe keeping. She then returned her eyes back to the man across from her. One hand extended to him in a greeting as she introduced herself. "I'm Adrienne de Marque." She purred, flirtatious smile still poised on her face.
"And I believe that since I was sadly forced to decline your offer for a drink, at least once dance is in order." She arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow to him. She had never been complimented on being tactful after all. "That is, if you think you can defend yourself against a little thing like me."
Little would be an understatement as, on a good day, Adrienne reached five foot two and maybe 130 lbs. Tiny would be more appropriate.
tagged brett lott outfit here notes none credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by xxkaitlinxx on Jan 10, 2010 1:13:45 GMT -5
When Brett walked in here did he imagine he would end up flirting with a girl who was probably half his age at most? Hell she was probably only seventeen or eighteen, but at this moment in time he didn’t’ care. He just flashed her a smile before hearing her deny his offer on a drink only to see one in her hand. Frowning he nodded and took another swallow of his own drink. “Well maybe next time m’dear.” Brett said with his normal charm in his voice before turning his head back straight looking at her from the corner of his eye.
Watching her slip her jacket down her arms, brought a smile to his face as caught he giving a mental damn… She was defiantly appealing, and well Brett, even though eh was older, was very confident in his looks. He knew he aged well, so he had been told numerous times by numerous women, so right now he wasn’t the least bit worried about her thinking he was ancient, or hideous…Neither ever crosses his mind.
Running his fingers over his head he heard her introduce himself and he himself turned slightly in his chair to give hr a once over. “Nice to meet you Ms. De marquee.” He said with a charming white tooth smiled as he caught the flirtatious tone in her voice. See he had nothing to worry about; this girl was going to flirt with him first, perfect. “Brett Lott m’love at your service.” He said with his own flirtatious sexy tone in his words as he spoke.
Brett knew his confidence and ego were going to slightly run the night, but when she asked him to dance a sly smirk came to his face. Even better. “I think I have to agree Ms. De Marque. A dance is needed.” But as soon as he said that she only spoke again, making that sly smirk only grow on his face. “And m’dear I can defend myself, but the question is can you handle me.” He finished with a wink before standing up.
Brett was a very tall, muscular man… Standing at a whopping six foot four he grinned down at her wondering if she was going to rethink her offer or not.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 10, 2010 1:32:13 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] She noticed that the man was eying her, and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. She felt herself begin to breath slightly deeper so her full chest pressed harder into the front of her shirt and her back was forced straighter. Her long hair fell around her in thick curls, her whiskey eyes looking at him through dark eyelashes.
When he introduced himself, she smiled like the Cheshire cat, a grin that revealed nothing, before she responded. "The pleasure is all mine, Monsieur Lott." she replied with a grin still on her face." She watched as he gave her a once over and she felt a shudder of delight roll down her spine. He agreed to dance with her and she smirked, flashing her long lashes at him. "Please, call me Adrienne." She continued before watching him stand.
He towered over her by more than a foot, but that didn't bother her. Her oldest brother, Etienne, was a foot taller than she. Tallness ran in her family, it just skipped a gene with Adrienne. She slid off the stool, her head barely coming up to his jaw even in her heels. "I'm sure I can manage." She replied, one of her tiny hands reaching down to grasp his.
Walking backwards so her face never left his, she walked them towards the center of the dance floor, through the crowds, just as the music picked up to something fast and sensual. As soon as she had found them a place to stop, she turned so her back was to him and brought the hand she was holding around to her flat stomach. She leaned back so her shoulder blades were pressed to his chest, her head turned up to look at him.
Pressed close to him, she allowed her hips to move to the music, rubbing her suggestively against him as she did. She looked back in front of her and her hands reached back to grasp his hips, holding him close to her as she did. Adrienne wasn't a bad kid, just a flirt that knew she was attractive and knew how to get what she wanted. As of right now, she wanted Brett.
She allowed herself to get lost in the music, the rush of the people around them, the heat of his body against her back, the intoxicating smell of his cologne and natural manly scent, the flash of the lights. It was like a fantasy that she would wake up from at any minute. But for now she would enjoy it as long as she could.
tagged brett lott outfit here notes none credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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