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Post by Riley Gavin Munroe on Jan 25, 2010 16:05:57 GMT -5
THE POUND wasn't exactly Riley's number one place to be. Actually his number one place to be was the Muse's Den but he had been particularly lazy and he decided that he was going to duck into The Pound instead just due to the fact that it was closer and he wasn't in the mood to be surrounded by women who were only around him because it was their job to be. He was in the mood for a challenge tonight. There was no challenge in bedding a girl that was there to do that in the first place. It was a little sad to be in such a situation that called for that, but Riley normally did have to resort to such things. He liked the game and the chase. That was what he wanted tonight. He wanted something to play with.
THE BAR GIRLS were pretty but one was off limits and the one that sparked his interest wasn't around at the moment, or if she was, he couldn't see her. Well whatever. It didn't much matter. Any girl would do at the moment. Well any girl with a brain and an interesting personality that was similar to his own preferably. He wasn't in for a clinger. The clingers just bugged him. What part of, "I'm not interested in a relationship." didn't women understand? Why couldn't they keep it simple one and done and never talk again.
TAKING A SEAT at the bar, Riley ordered his usual, rather the bar girl brought him the usual with a smile. He reciprocated it with a smirk of his own as usual. That sexy bad ass smirk of his. He had spent a few years perfecting it and he felt that he had it hands down. No effort required. Sure it made him sound like a self conceited ass, but hey wasn't that what he was? Riley sipped his bourbon and scoped out his prospects for the night. Perhaps they would come to him? Well whatever was going to happen he hoped that it happened soon.
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Post by Isadora Emerald Hugo on Apr 4, 2010 14:56:28 GMT -5
    - - - - - - - - - - - -Isadora spent most of her late evenings or nights in a bar, but anyone who had been to the Muse's Den would quickly tell you that it wasn't just some ordinary bar. Oh no, it was an full on expierence. It was something that envolped all your senses and took you for a ride. That was nice for most people, and Izzy adored everytime she was at work, but there was something about it that just had irked her that night. She had a night off, and when you had one of those why would you spend it at the very place that you worked at? It was just not logical, especially since she wasn't just a bartender anymore. So, she had gotten all dolled up, slipped into her pricey shoes, fluffled her dark hair that she had curled in huge curls and headed out the door. Driving to The Pound, was no effort at all. It was more then easy, and she had spent about four years now in Walten, she should now the streets by now, if not then she was in for some major trouble.
Parking her car, she slid out more then gracefully. Years of dancing really helped with the whole grace and balance thing. Smoothing her dress that skimmed her thighs, she smiled to herself. Perhaps she was a little overdressed, but what did that really matter? She could dress however she wanted. Showing her id, she walked straight to the bar and closed her eyes for a minute, no it was nothing like the den, but the pound had a certain quality about it that she just loved. She admired and she sometimes envied. She saw all sorts of people, most that she had seen on campus, had classes with, or seen around town. She sat down at the bar, her creme colored nails letting go of her clutch and signaling the barman in her direction. "Disaronno on the rocks, please." She ordered her drink.
After a brief minuter her drink was placed on a napkin in front of her and she gave a qide smile. Taking a sip, she moved the stool so that she was now facing the crowd of people that were dancing or rather doing some sort of movements with their bodies. She also noticed the extremely handsome man sitting at the bar my himself. She didn't dare approach him, not that he wasn't gorgeous, simply because she wasn't in to mood to follow. Izzy wasn't in the mood for much of anything, just a night out by herself, and she was sure that it had something to do with the handsome nate evans or apollo as she will likely call him in the future. She did notice however that the man was looking in her direction. She held up her glass in a silent 'hello' fashion and took a sip. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - TAG riley munroe
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