Night out,, but no fun

[Josh Stevenson]

outfit

Josh pulled up to the club in his truck. He parked two blocks away, that was the only spot he saw at least. As he approached the club he looked up and observed the glowing vibrancy of the city. It was way different from Hope, even though they were so close. He decided he liked Hope better. It was smaller, more relaxed, and just plain easier to live in.

He approached the entrance and gave a handshake to the bouncer. Since he dated Ali before, he came to know most of the bouncers there. Because of this, he was able to skip the line of about 20 or 30 people waiting outside. Some of them groaned, others showed anger, most weren't paying enough attention to notice.

Josh entered the club, fixed his collar, and walked around at first. He moved his way around the club, talking with friends he saw on his way to the bar. He looked at the bartender. Josh sighed. It was Tito, a guy who knew Josh and could hook him up. He called him over and when Tito walked over to him he ordered two shots of vodka. They came up quick, and he chugged both automatically as if they were water.

However, that isn't the reason he was here. He was here to resolve an issue that was bugging him. Ali had been avoiding him ever since their break up and he wanted to make it so that she would at least tolerate him. He didn't want to be a ghost from the past she would run from, just consider him another person, indifferent form the rest of the bunch.

He knew she knew that he was here, due to all security and her eyes in the sky. He found a table near a calmer part of the club, and took a seat. He ordered a coke and waited for her to find him, as he knew she would soon. He slowly sipped away at his drink, observing all the people at the club. Some came for lust, others for a good time, others, who knows. It was a very good agent of distraction.

[Aliana Donahue]

Outfit

It was a cool night and she could feel the breeze picking up outside as she made her way down the front steps of her mansion. Things were lonely now without anyone to live with. No boyfriend attached to her hip, no one texting her, or calling her. There was a lot of things that she really could have given to have around, yet she had nothing. There was a part of that hard assed girl that wanted someone to be around her. When you were alone so much it was too much time to think to yourself, and that was what drove many people insane, or that was what Ali's opinion was. She thought that if you got too much time to think you would drive yourself insane with all the things that your mind could work over in its midst controls. There was a lot that she personally thought about, there was so much to ponder at any given time, what with her life.

Many would argue, saying that her life was easy, that having as much money, and being as popular as she was would give her the most fabulous life, but it wouldn't. Money couldn't keep you company. It could buy you things, but there was one thing money couldn't buy, no matter what anyone said. Money could never buy happiness, and Aliana was the poster girl for that motto. Behind those beautiful blue yes hid a troubled girl, with a troubled past, and troubled present. She would go much into detail, but the way it felt to just go out, and maybe get some attention, was like receiving a million dollars. She was lonely, and attention was something she craved, and it was something she needed, but it seemed like she couldn't have it, and if she could it was not right. Something about it never felt right. There was always something missing, and she never was truly happy with herself. There... was just holes.

TO be honest there was a void missing from this girl, and she could not really put her finger on it, but she could feel it. It was like an emptiness that she just couldn't fill no matter what she did. Though Ali hid the loneliness, some knew it from looking into those brilliant baby blues that cursed her face. She knew that having the eyes of an angel; so deep and blue that it looked as if ocean water filled them; was a blessing, but also a curse. Those eyes betrayed her so often that it was hard for her to trust her own self. They could show anyone any emotion she was feeling if they only took the time to look, fortunately for her many weren't that observant, and they never noticed, but then there were those few, and she dreaded them. They were her worst enemies, because it seemed like guys around here were interested in looking into them, and seeing just how she felt. She hated that.

Aliana stepped out from the baby girl pink Bentley she had just received from her Father. The was was amazing, and to go into the cost, well, the Donahues never spoke of their money. They had a lot of it, and that was all one needed to know. Ali treated that car like baby. The girl's blonde hair blew serenely in the night breeze as her heels found the damp pavement of the street. Slowly letting her eyes gaze over the bodies that waited for access into her club, then she was on the move carrying her purse. All signs of insecurity had faded away as she nodded at Mic, then was lost inside the doors of the club. She had always found it easy to get into the club. Being Daddy's girl she got away with a lot more than anyone would. She had been getting in since she was just a little one, and in skipping over 20 to 30 people she simply smiled, hearing their anger, groans, and sighs. pathetic.

The music pulsed around her, droning out all forms of conversation as the people danced to the beat. She rolled her eyes; they all acted like such animals. Grinding, and thrusting upon one another so desperately, Ali would never degrade herself to do that with a stranger. truth be known, the people had no idea who their grinding partner was, and knew nothing of the diseases the people could have, it all just disgusted her. Slowly she parted the crowd, many knowing she was the owner as she found her love; the bar. Ali slid up into the pink chair ass he set her purse down on the mahogany counter top. "mmm, Get me two shots of whiskey, and..." she pursed her lips slightly for a second. " A vodka martini dirty, on the rox, Nick." she said to the relatively attractive bartender, then she found her blue eyes wandering around the club, spotting one person in particular, he looked familiar, yet she was not so sure, she simply eyed him up and down, then took down one shot. Things were hell, and there was only one thing that could fix it... well two. Sex... and alcohol.

Aliana smiled as a guard approached her, leaning in close to whisper into her ear. Instantly her lips pursed and she turned rigid. So Josh had come, she figured he would. She had seen him here quite a few times since their break up the previous year. She was not sure what was up with it, but she guessed it was something that needed to be resolved so she could just keep going on ignoring him. Ali didn't want to do anything that would hurt Jessie and it seemed like Josh was the very thing that could hurt Jessie. She was not going to let that happen. She sighed a little as she slid down from her stool with a smirk plastered to her lips, parting her way through the crowd towards the corner where Josh had always sat. He was a creature of habit and she had known that when they were dating.

Why did they split? Well, they probably both had their own stories, but to Ali, it had simply been him not being able to handle her and her life style. It was simple, and it was easy to sum up. Now Josh probably had a whole different story, and a whole different perspective about it, but she didn't and that was how she saw it. She sighed as her pretty blue eyes fell upon him and she found her eyes rolling up and down him, eyeing him. Her body was still slightly rigid in her tiny outfit. She knew what she was wearing was scanty, but she also knew she looked amazing. She sighed, biting her bottom lip. Not yet sitting she glared slightly at him. "What are you doing here Josh..." she said with a sigh, letting her blue eyes drift away from him. Damn this was awkward, but she found a seat, taking the one next to him and gently crossing one leg over the other. Awkward, but just like old times?

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