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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Feb 13, 2017 21:36:22 GMT -7
 Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
It had been a couple of days since Leliana had been so drunk she blacked out in a taxi. She vaguely remembered the rest of the night, only knowing that she woke up on the couch the next morning with a pounding headache. She did eventually want to go back to that bar and thank the bartender when she was sober. Lily rarely got embarrassed and usually owned up to her behavior, but she was pretty humiliated for the things she did that night, especially when the man was handsome. She knew that she would get to it when she actually had the time, though she was both looking forward to it yet was embarrassed about the whole situation.
Leliana was just getting ready to be done for the night. It was a Tuesday, so it hadn't been too busy, though at the Diamond's Mine, it was always pretty busy. Most of the people that came were men who had lost all hope of finding a woman or men who went because they hated their wives. Both of them were pretty bad. The usuals were her favorite kind of customers, though. They were the ones that actually got to know the strippers and how they weren't just playthings. Not that she minded being called that when she was working, but it was nice to actually be acknowledged as a person.
Lily remembered the first time she had to work nude. It made her feel uncomfortable and very exposed. She didn't like everyone seeing her goods. It was awkward and felt awful, but the more time that passed, the easier it was. It was also easier when she convinced herself that body parts were nothing more than that, though most of the men in there sexualized the hell out of skin. It was dumb, but she couldn't tell that to the customers if she wanted good money.
She had already worked for seven hours, and there was only a half hour left until the club closed. She hadn't kept track of time, but Magenta, her best friend and a fellow stripper, told her since there were only ten customers left. Tuesdays was Bikini Night, so she hadn't been nude all night except for two private dances and wore a black bikini with black heels. She had about ten private dances all day, which was nice because on a Saturday, she would easily have thirty. She was a part of the five main dancers, and when the main dancers took private dances, the backup ones would take the reigns. They weren't nearly as good, and the owner and customers knew that, but when she could make more money with private dances than she did with regular, she didn't complain.
She was talking to a regular about a new dance she had learned while at her pole, which was the front one. The older man, Hansel, was actually really nice and tipped her well for her time, and she enjoyed talking to him. Four other man sat back and watched her, not really listening and just watching. One of them was pretty high on morphling from just looking at his eyes, but she didn't complain. Money was money to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another customer come in. Lily hated when people came in a half hour before close. It was a very rare occasion when they closed on time anyways, but it was nice when they did.
Leliana then turned to see the man at the door. "Oh my god," she said, the words coming out of her mouth louder than expected. The men watching her also turned to look at the door. It was the bartender from the bar. Her face flushed with red. She hated seeing people she knew at the strip club, especially ones that she looked awful for. She didn't care if she saw the people she escorted there, but the bartender was different. She didn't even know his name, but he probably knew hers. At least her stripper name. She figured it wasn't a coincidence that he was here, though he didn't show interest when at his bar. Had something changed? He was still hot as hell, but maybe he had come to ask her to pay for the small damages at the bar. Whatever it was, she had all of her attention on him, not even hearing Hansel anymore.
WORD COUNT: 758
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
NOTES: Hope this is okay!
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Feb 13, 2017 21:54:03 GMT -7
For once, Vican was tired of the bar. As the owner, he never abused the privilege of full control, making his employees do the real work while he lounged around. That was lazy and, in his opinion, a bad way to run a business. Instead, he logged the most hours of anyone. Typically, Vican didn’t mind. The bar oftentimes felt more like home than his apartment did. The only separating factor was his dog, affectionately named Princess Tater Tot. If he brought her to work - which sometimes he seriously considered doing - than the bar would feel much more familiar than his own residence. After a series of long days and particularly irritating customers, though, Vican was ready for a break. He took the day off for himself but made no particular plans for his free time, feeling as if by doing so, he would defeat the whole purpose of taking off time. In the morning, he woke at his usual time, unable to sleep in late. That concept, no matter how blissful it sounded, was entirely foreign to him. So Vican rolled out of bed, took a beautifully long shower, then took his dog on a walk. Most of his day was spent lounging around his apartment, not doing much of anything in particular aside from relaxing. As day faded to night, though, Vican found himself becoming increasingly bored. That was, of course, until an idea struck him. Since she stumbled into his bar one night, thoughts of Columbia flitted around in the back of Vican’s mind from time to time. He didn’t remember much about her from his short time that he spent working at the Diamond Mine, but he did feel some strange attraction to her that kept nagging at him. Maybe it was because he managed to turn down her offer of sex, or maybe it was just because he felt the full effects of her strange allure. Either way, Vican found himself dressing in his “nicer” casual clothes, consisting of dark jeans and a button down shirt with rolled sleeves and the first three buttons at his neck undone, revealing his golden tanned skin there. Vican remembered the location of the club easily, finding it in less than 15 minutes after leaving home. As he doubled checked the sign before walking in, Vican wanted to laugh at himself. His situation was nothing short of bizarre: waltzing into a past workspace to find a stripper who danced there whose real name he didn’t even know and who might not even have been working that night. Still, driven by boredom and curiosity and maybe a bit of lust, also, Vican stepped inside. It only took him moments to find Columbia. She stood with an old man, wearing only a black bikini and heels in the same color. Instantly, she was worlds away from how she looked when he drug her from his bar that night. Though he'd seen her completely naked during some of his better shifts at the club, Vican still felt a great amount of attraction to her in that moment. Vican caught the expression on her face as she locked eyes with him. It was terribly evident that he stole all her attention, leaving the older man completely ignored. Trying to not let it go to his head, Vican chose to walk to lean up against the wall and wait, inviting her with the look in his eyes to come over to him. Words: 597 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
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Occupation:
Stripper
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Feb 13, 2017 22:12:26 GMT -7
Leliana had no idea that the bartender would walk into the strip club. Honestly, it was the last thing she expected. She suddenly felt bare in comparison to when she first met him, in which then she was at least fully clothed. She wanted to slap him, but at the same time, she wanted to kiss him. She was suppose to come to his work establishment, not the other way around. Now she felt like a real douche for not apologizing sooner. Still, he was here and it was too late to play off the "I don't know you" considering their eyes locked. She smiled at Hansel and the other guys at the table. "I'm sorry loves, I have some business to take care of. I bet Magenta would be more than happy to cater to your needs. I'll see you tomorrow, right Hansel?" She said, and the older man nodded and smiled. She got off of her pole and walked over to the bartender.
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, like 'how do you know where I work you stalker?' and 'are you here to collect the money I owe you for using your dumb glass that you had to wash?', but instead, she just looked at him for a moment. He looked nice, not like some of the other men that come in and dress like they just woke up, and she appreciated that he at least tried in some way. Was he even here to visit her? Or was her here to watch mostly-naked women dance? She wouldn't be surprised either way. She barely even knew him.
Instead of apologizing to him, Leliana gave him a small slap on the arm with the back of her hand. "What are you doing here? I was going to come visit you and apologize," she said, casually, retreating to her cross-armed state. She could tell her face was slightly red. She did puke on his floor and he had to drag her to the car, after all. She was awful to him, and yet he was at the strip club. She had gotten enough money for the night that she really didn't need to make any more, so she was more than willing to talk if that was what he wanted. If not and he wanted something else, she was more than willing to do that too.
WORD COUNT: 415
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Feb 13, 2017 22:23:22 GMT -7
Columbia slid off her pole and crossed the floor. Vican watched her as she walked. There was no pretending that he wasn’t completely enjoying what he saw as she walked to him, and he felt almost special in some strange way for being the subject of her attention. So many pairs of eyes were locked on her body, watching her as she moved, but Columbia had chosen him, at least for this very moment. The thought brought a half smile to Vican’s face. Vican’s smile widened as she swatted at his arm. Of course, he didn’t miss the way that she crossed her arms, almost as if to cover her chest, and the flush that spread across her cheeks, barely visible in the dim lighting. “What am I doing here?” Vican repeated. “Well, the short answer is that I was bored.” And that she was stuck in his head. He grinned almost sarcastically. “I guess I don’t have to ask what you’re doing here.” There was no judging or mean tone in his voice, just the implication of the joke. “I used to work here a few years back,” Vican decided to explain, “It wasn’t a very long time that I stayed here or anything, but I guess that it was long enough for me to recognize you when you came into the bar. I figured that my memory would serve the best, seeing as you were blackout drunk. Guess I was wrong about that, though,” he admitted. Words: 272 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
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20 Years Old
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Feb 13, 2017 22:38:31 GMT -7
Boredom drove a lot of people to the strip club, it seemed like. Maybe it was an excuse and maybe it wasn't, but she wondered if the bartender was using that as a cover up. Most people who said that they go to the strip club because they're "bored" usually had more sexual drives to come to one. From what she knew, most guys were lucky to get the attention of a stripper and even luckier if they scored one to take home with them. She knew how the minds of men worked. She did live with a drug dealing brother, after all. She wondered if he was bored and that was an excuse not to ask for a private dance Either way, it was a lame excuse and she knew it.
"Hm, hilarious." She said with a smirk and an eyebrow raised in response to his comment about her working here. She knew he didn't mean it in a mean way, but it was still a pretty sarcastic comment. She literally wore a bikini, any guy could put two and two together and see that she worked here. She did lighten up a little though, because as awful as it was to see him, it was also a nice change from the typical greasy dad who came in here to stop listening to the crying of his kids. She small smile that planted on her lips hinted that.
When he said that he used to work here, she looked over at the bar. She knew she recognized him from somewhere. She never remembered talking to him before, though she normally kept her chatting with the strippers. The bartender they had now, Bascon she thought his name was, was attractive but none of the girls paid any attention to him. To the girls, he was just another potential customer. That's probably what she thought of the man in front of her when he worked here.
Leliana looked back at him. "I remember when I was sober and when that asshole tried to drug me. After I threw up, I don't remember a thing." She admitted. She wished she could remember what happened afterwards and how she got home, but she felt like that wasn't important. "I guess I should say sorry or something," Lily said, putting her arms down. That was probably about as close as she could get to a real apology.
WORD COUNT: 409
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Feb 20, 2017 22:03:47 GMT -7
Vican quickly registered and deciphered Columbia’s behavior. The smirk paired with a raised eyebrow were strong visual cues: she was flirting. Though it was probably natural, almost a given for her while she worked, it was still quite effective nonetheless. This image of her - all irresistible and engaging - immediately replaced the one in which she stumbled out of Vican’s bar, her vomit still on the floor. Shortly thereafter, though, their last encounter came up again. “Hm, well, you didn’t miss very much. I put you in a cab and sent you home.” Vican internalized the next part, thinking to himself ”though really, that’s the last place you seemed to have wanted to go.” She was disastrously drunk, somewhere beyond wasted. The only reason Vican would have taken her home was to make sure that she didn’t asphyxiate or black out and otherwise hurt herself. That thought crossed his mind more than once, but really he was too tired and too busy to expend that much effort, and he was sure that the cab driver would get her home safely. “Wow,” Vican said, responding to her apology. “Can’t say I expected that one.” Columbia didn’t seem b*tchy. Really, she just seemed a lot like Vican, who was humbler than hell and one of the least likely to admit that he was wrong. “Here’s a curveball for you: don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal. Sure, it’s annoying, but it happens more than you’d think, so I’m used to it. It comes with the territory.” Vican pushed off from his place where he leaned against the wall. Though he hadn’t been inside for ages, the club still was somewhat familiar. The stale scent of cigarettes marked against the sharp stink of alcohol and desire polluted the room along with the cheap perfume that many of the dancers wore. “We’re not that different, you know?” Vican said suddenly, more of a statement than a question despite the inflection in his voice. “Our environments are pretty similar, and we’re both heckled by gross old mean and greasy young kids. I guess the only difference is that I mix drinks and clean vomit while you wear that and dance.” Words: 397 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
Heterosexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Stripper
HG Status:
Over Reaping Age
Last Online:
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Feb 20, 2017 23:54:03 GMT -7
Leliana gave something to the bartender that she rarely gave any other guy--her attention. The stranger part of it was that her attention towards him was free. When guys wanted that lustful greeting from Columbia, they paid her money so that they could get a dance from her or sometimes it was more whether which job she was working at. But, as much as she hated to admit it, he deserved her attention. She gave him hell only a couple nights before, so she did deserve a night of slight annoyance from the bartender himself. An eye for an eye.
That was what code Lily lived by. An eye for an eye, an annoyance for an annoyance, a death for a death. The latter had been consuming her mind for a week now. Ever since her brother died, she had been thinking about the man who had killed him. He once mentioned his drug dealer, though he said the term "boss." She assumed that he was the one to give him the drugs to sell. He had described him as pale man with blonde hair who had a scar that reached from the top of his hairline to the bottom of his jawline on the right side of his face. At the strip club, she had been on the lookout for him. She once remembered a man who had the same look, and she wasn't going to let him go for what he did. Her brother was the only Hemwick left besides her, and she wasn't going to let that man get away with it. She had been patiently waiting for him to come in the club, but she didn't exactly know what she would do if he ended up coming in there. Perhaps she would do nothing, but more than likely, she wanted to take revenge for what he had done to her brother.
But for now, she had her eyes and ears on the bartender. The one who she had only known for one night and who had been irritated at her actions. Nonetheless, he must have been interested if he was coming to the club. "Thanks. I appreciate it," she said when he talked about getting her a cab and that it wasn't a big deal. She was embarrassed and wanted to end the topic, and she hoped that she put the nail in the coffin by just saying that last phrase. She hated being in the wrong, but when she knew that she was, she liked to slightly apologize and get over it. Besides, the man was attractive and she was in a bikini. A lot better topics could accumulate from the circumstance that they appeared in.
She then listened to him about how the two weren't very different and how it was similar. Lily honestly wished it was as easy as it was to just wear a scandalous outfit (or not) and dance. That didn't pay much, though she figured bartending didn't pay much either. She kept her escorting job a secret from the rest of the public, though most of the other strippers did the same as she did. If she quit that, she wouldn't be able to pay the bills with just the money she made stripping. District 1 wasn't a cheap place to live in, though she didn't have a choice.
Lily didn't feel like playing the pity game on herself though, so she just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're not wrong Mr. Bartender. Maybe you're a gross old man yourself and I just don't know it yet." She gave him a wink. It was her job to be playful during these hours. She liked to flirt outside of the club too, but she usually didn't give a rat's ass about what people thought of her. She was a whore and a slut, and she honestly didn't care. She wondered if that was what he thought of her.
"See, I would ask if you wanted a dance, but I don't even know your name. Should I keep calling you sexy bartender or man who had to clean up my cheap alcohol vomit? I mean, either one works, though I would rather have a name with the face." Lily looked off to the side to see her boss staring at her. Her shift wasn't over yet, and she could still technically be making money. She had to flirt with him both physically and with her words. She looked back at the bartender tucked a piece of his longer hair behind his ear, getting more flirty with the somewhat stranger than she first anticipated.
WORD COUNT: 774
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
HG Status:
Over Reaping Age
Last Online:
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Feb 21, 2017 18:37:16 GMT -7
Vican grinned at the girl. He wasn’t used to this easy banter, and he also wasn’t at all being himself. Usually, Vican was bitterly sarcastic and generally possessive of a “hard to swallow” attitude. Although he was actually aware that she was in her environment and that it was exactly her job was to seduce him and make him feel like he was wanted. He learned that it was empty men who went to bars and strip clubs, desperately trying to fill some emotional void in their life with the thrashing numbness of alcohol or the attention of some beautiful, young girl. Vican ridiculed that type frequently, but he realized that he was in that exact position. He was so tired of his static life, and he found himself standing and talking to a stripper. How hypocritical. Since he was there, though, and he already paid the general admission fee, Vican intended to make good use of his time and money. Columbia’s wink and now uncrossed arms coupled with her smile were terribly inviting, after all. Vican caught the disapproving stare of a large man who he eventually recognized as the boss. It made sense, really, because men didn’t come to strip clubs for meaningful conversation or apologies. They came to buy women. At this point, Vican was technically preventing Columbia from doing useful work. It was easy to justify allowing her touches now, even welcoming them, because now, he could think that it was his way to stay with her. He grinned again as she asked for his name, drawing it from him as she touched his face by moving his hair. “Vican,” he allowed, “though ‘sexy bartender’ sure has its own appeal.” Without any thought, his hand came to rest on the bare small of her back. His fingers brushed against the warm and smooth skin there. Vican could no longer deny that he wanted her badly. “So,” he said, drawing her slightly closer, “you said something about a dance?” Words: 360 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
Heterosexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
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Occupation:
Stripper
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Feb 21, 2017 19:03:30 GMT -7
Lily was finally glad to have a name for the man who called a cab for her only a couple nights before. Vican. It was fitting and simple, unlike a lot of people in the district who had ridiculous and complicated names. She sometimes thought her own name was complicated, and that was one of the reasons she called herself Lily. But Vican, the man in front of her, was more interesting than any of the other airheads in the club, so she was happy to talk to him. He probably still talked with his hormones though, just like every other man in the club always did. For some stupid reason, she wondered if he would stick around and talk to her beyond this particular night. She didn't know why that came to mind. It was a dumb to even think that. Of course he wouldn't--nobody did unless they wanted something. That was what happened in her life. She would talk to someone, but they either wanted her body or a good looking woman to be on their arm. She didn't mind it, of course, but that was the way it had always been.
When he finally did ask about the dance, she smiled. She knew it. He was just like the other guys who came in here, only wanting one thing and going out with it. If he asked her to go home with him, of course she would say yes, but it wasn't anything different. He would just be another man to give her money when they wanted to please themselves with scandalous-looking women. She didn't even know why she asked for his name. It wouldn't be important after tonight. Whether she just gave him a dance or he wanted her to come home with him, Leliana predicted that it would just be a one night stand. Nothing more, nothing less.
She took his hand and started walking to the back of the club. "Of course, Mr. Vican, the sexy bartender. We have a fifteen minute deal and a thirty minute deal, and since you came in an hour before close, you get 10% off a dance." She went into her usual spiel, talking to him now like she would talk to the other customers. She was still interested in the man in front of her, but now that she knew that he just wanted her for a dance, she was less interested. Lily wondered if he would be able to spark her interests again, though she doubted it. He was just another customer who wanted her for her body. Of course, she would never let her emotions of that show through. Leliana was Columbia at the club, who was flirty and sexy and sweet. She wasn't Lily, who was hard-headed, independent, and driven. She knew she needed to keep the distinction between the two apart, especially when she was working.
WORD COUNT: 487
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
HG Status:
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Mar 31, 2017 20:21:18 GMT -7
The second Vican accepted Columbia’s offer, he watched her demeanor change. He frowned for a split second, trying to assess what had happened. Within that single moment, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Columbia went from fun and interesting to sickly-sweet and evidently put on, almost like some sort of twisted defense mechanism. Vican recognized it because he, too, had his switch moments. Some jobs demanded it, and both of theirs certainly applied in different cases. For her, this was probably one of them. As Vican followed her to the back, he tried to place himself in her shoes. Would he want to solely rely on stripping for strange men who only saw a body on a bikini? Vican was never one for “moral” decisions, per se, but it was almost as if some sort of mental block had been thrown up, preventing him from allowing this to happen. Feeling somewhat insane, Vican made his feet stop just as the pair reach the very back of the club. He glanced over his shoulders quickly, checking to see if anyone else was around. The last thing he wanted to do was get Columbia in trouble for a terribly stupid and impulsive decision on his part. Vican pointed at the door behind her. “Where does the door open to?” he asked. Realizing it was a bad start, he decided to try again. “Look, I think I know of a much better use of this time than for just a dance. And, no - it’s not what it sounds like.” Vican pulled out a large, slightly crumpled bill from his front pocket, unfolding it and offering it out to Columbia. “I don’t know how much you charge, but I can spin this around and offer you the fun time. That is, if you don’t feel like dancing and you have at least some measure of trust for me.” He felt entirely insane. What type of normal man went to buy a dancer for a date? It felt like the most alien thing he’d ever done, almost like he wasn’t even himself. Something about the way that Columbia had some real, fleeting personality, definitely one belonging to a different name - it intrigued him, made him desperately curious to find out more. Not allowing himself to berate himself further, he looked at the woman in front of him. “What do you say?” Words: 410 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Apr 1, 2017 0:58:12 GMT -7
Leliana hadn't been drawn to many men in her life. In her four years of stripping, she had offers of her staying with men who had a lot of money. One even said that if she married him, she would live like a queen. Her end goal was to be able to have money to pay for her lifestyle, but she wasn't going to sacrifice her own happiness for it. Lily knew what she wanted in her life, and she wasn't about to be some slave girl to a man who would pay for her things but at a large price. She didn't trust men usually. Most of them would take advantage of her attractive looks or brag to their friends that they were able to have a free stripper for the night. She knew that she didn't set her standards high for the men she slept with, but she had enough dignity to keep that part of her life away from everything else.
But there was something about Vican, who stopped behind her, that she felt she could trust. She didn't know what it was. Maybe he had seen her in a vulnerable state that most people hadn't seen her in, or maybe it was that he didn't go home with her that night despite how drunk she was. Nonetheless, he didn't take advantage of her, which is better than most men could say if they were in that situation. He had protected her more than once, and though she hated being that kind of woman, sometimes it had to be done.
Lily looked at him point towards the door and asked where it lead to. That was the door where the girls went out after the night's shift since the front doors had to be locked first. But before she could answer, he spoke again. She listened to him, not trying to cut him off. When he was finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows in shock. Was it a date he was asking her on? She couldn't tell for once in her life. She was so used to dancing and having paid one-night stands with losers. Lily wasn't expecting a handsome man that wanted to go out with her. He wanted to pay her for it too, but she was a better person than that.
"Put that bill away. We'll just say that covered the cost of the alcohol I should've bought that night." She said, nodding to him. "But yeah, it leads out. I can't go out like this though, and I can't get fired either. Let me grab my stuff real quick and talk to my boss." A small smile lingered on her lips, almost feeling excited for what he had in store. Hell, she might even get with him at the end of the night if he was willing to do so. She didn't take the money either, which was a first, and decided to trust Vican. It was a lot more than she expected of herself or a man who approached her. "Stay right here, alright?" She walked passed him, going up the stairs to her boss.
She talked to her boss and told him that she was leaving early. He didn't like it, but he would have to deal with it if he wanted the money that she was bringing in. Lily then went to the back and got into a simple black dress. It still made her look like a stripper in a way, but it was comfortable and it also made her look as classy as she could get. She wasn't in sweats or in a swimsuit, so it was good enough. She tidied up her makeup quickly and grabbed her bag. In case Mr. Bartender tried anything, she had a knife and pepper spray in her purse. She couldn't be too careful when it came to going off with strange men. For all she knew, he could've been in the gang of the blonde man who killed her brother. The chances of that were very unlikely as Vican didn't seem like the gang type, but she couldn't take any chances.
Lily walked down the staircase, seeing that most of the clientele were gone. It was close to closing, and she was glad that Magenta probably wouldn't have to stay too late. She then saw Vican still standing there, glad that he didn't get bored and leave. She needed someone to bicker and flirt with, and he was the perfect candidate. "What do you have planned, Mr. Bartender?" She asked, glancing at him in a playful way. It was late, so there wasn't much open, but even if she just went on a walk with him, she would be okay with that. "Or should I even ask? You seem like a man with a plan. I'll follow your lead." She winked at him. Lily wrapped her hand around his upper arm, getting physically close to him even though the two barely knew each other. She was ready to play whatever game he had in store.
WORD COUNT: 848
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
HG Status:
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Apr 19, 2017 19:32:08 GMT -7
Vican wasn’t sure what to expect with Columbia. In the very short amount of time he spent around her, he found that she was never the same in two separate moments. It kept him on his toes, never knowing what to expect. One moment, she was sloppily wasted and the next, she was perfectly poised and calculated. This uncertainty was definitely the reason, Vican decided, for his immense relief when she agreed. Colombia could have very easily laughed the request away, sending Vican out the door annoyed, aggravated, and frustrated. Instead, he stood with his own eyebrows raised, mirroring Colombia’s as she slipped away to change. In the split second decision to ask her to leave with him, Vican had no time to make any sort of plans. He slid the money back into his pocket and leaned against the wall as he raked his mind for ideas. It was far from the first date he’d ever taken a woman on, yet it still somehow felt like the first time all over again. It didn’t feel like “a nice dinner followed by a walk back to the apartment” type of time, After denying the the dance, it would also be bad to take her to some other club dancing. Nothing seemed perfect, though the entire idea of trying to perfect the night seemed sort of stupid when Vican actually thought about it. The longer and harder he tried to think up a plan, the more frustrated Vican got. Just as he was beginning to think that he probably should have never came to the club at all, Vican caught the sight of Colombia coming down the stairs. Though not excessively, he allowed his eyes to roam over her for a moment. The dress, he decided, was much better than what she’d been wearing before. She’d been attractive before, but now she was at a heightened level. Somehow managing to strike at the hardest spot, Vican forced himself to maintain a easy expression as she asked about the plans. Before he had to attempt to make up some sort of excuse, she spared him. Vican grinned, laughing to himself at the prospect of him being “the man with a plan.” In his whole life, he hardly planned everything. His policy was to sit back and allow plans to fall into place. Most of the time, it worked. This time, Colombia’s wink didn’t feel fake or excessive as it had just moments ago. It felt playful and genuine, though Vican was sure that she was probably trying harder to do her job convincingly. In the back of his mind, the thought kept rising that she turned down the money, so was this still work to her? Frustrated at himself, Vican turned his attention outward and away from the workings of his mind. ”In that case,” Vican responded to Colombia, pulling open the door, ”right this way.”————————————— Vican rounded the corner, Colombia in the same place that she’d been when they first left her club: on his arm. Now, he was lightened by the moderate amount of alcohol he ingested and by the time of the night. Once it was past the time he usually went to bed, Vican almost became a different person. When feeling any trace of tiredness, it was almost as if he was intoxicated. Many of his verbal - and mental, for that matter - filters were removed. That combined with actual drinks worked to create a Vican that was much different than his usual demeanor. Vican glanced down at Colombia after they crossed the street to his apartment building. The walking here had been almost unconscious. ”Well,” he said, stopping on the sidewalk for a brief moment, ”any last stops that you’d like to make?”Words: 657 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
Heterosexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Stripper
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Apr 22, 2017 22:12:30 GMT -7
Leliana was having a fantastic night with the man on her arm. She had drank a little with him, also feeling somewhat intoxicated but not to the point of wanting to throw up or being wasted. With how much she drank, she felt good. She was also happy that Vican was a lot more loose now than he was when she first met him. He was a grump back then, but he was a grump for a good reason. She owed him a good time for what she did only a couple nights back, and she wanted to give it to him. So far, they were having a fantastic night. She really enjoyed spending time with him, and she wondered if they would meet after tonight. She usually slept with guys and never saw them again, but Lily really enjoyed the bartender's company, especially after the 180 he pulled at the strip club.
The brunette woman tucked her hair behind her ear as they were almost at his apartment. She turned towards him, listening to what he had to say. He had asked if there were any stops that she wanted to make and her lips curved into a smirk. "If it's alright, maybe we can stop at your place and have a glass of wine or two?" She asked. Of course, she was hinting something other than wine, but a glass of wine would also be great to the twenty year old girl. The night in District 1 was great. It was the perfect temperature to spend the night at someone's home. He was one of three people that she didn't ask to pay her for sex. This made her wonder how many women he took home to his apartment. He was handsome, had a great job, and charismatic. She knew she couldn't have been the first one, and she even wondered if he lost track. In all honesty, she had lost track of how many men she slept with since she was sixteen. She wasn't proud of it, but it was her other job.
As they got closer to his apartment and walking up the stairs, she heard barking. Did someone have a dog? The girl wanted a dog all of her life, but she wasn't able to pay or provide for one. She was one of the only people who had to pay for tesserae in District 1 when she was young enough to possibly be reaped, but with District 1 being a volunteer district, she knew she would've never gotten picked. Lily never wanted to admit that her family was poor, so she covered it up with a rich lifestyle. That was what she had done since she started making money as a stripper.
She raised her eyebrow when she heard a dog bark again. She turned towards Vican and smiled. "Do you have a dog?" She asked, wondering if he actually did. Dogs were always so lovable and kind, though they seemed to require a lot of attention. People in District 1 were fortunate enough to have dogs as pets. She heard rumors that the dogs in the lower districts were feral.
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
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Bartender
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Jun 14, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -7
Vican had to admit that the sight of Colombia on his arm certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes. In a way, she blended into the night in that black dress perfectly wrapped around her body. The streetlight reflected in amber shades off her brunette locks, gleamed off her bright eyes. The night was perfect already, marked by the warm breeze blowing through the streets that hinted at rain. She made it more perfect, though. Vican smiled in response to her request. ”That’s convenient,” he mused, shooting a glance to the tall apartment building behind them. ”We’re already here.” With a continued smile, Vican made his way inside the building, stepping aside to allow Colombia through the door. Once at the top of the stairs, Vican slid his hand in his pocket in search of his keys. Inside, Princess Tater Tot barked excitedly, having heard him outside. Usually, he would’ve been home much earlier to feed her. Vican made a mental note to make it up to her with treats and a long walk the next day. Colombia surprised Vican a little with her reaction to the possibility of a dog. ”I do,” he responded, ”Why? Do you like dogs?” His smile mirrored hers. If she was smiling now, she’d really be a sight once he explained Tot’s name and backstory. Vican never tired of that story, mainly because of the reaction it usually brought. Vican slid the key into the lock, stopping before puling the door open. ”Be careful, she’ll take your arm off. I should probably hang a sign or something.” He offered up a final grin before opening the door. As promised, Tot launched forward, jumping up on Vican’s legs in her crazed excitement. The small yellow-brown ball of fur then noticed Colombia, then immediately scrambled over, seeking out attention from the new visitor. ”Hey, Tot. Stop it,” Vican said with a light laugh, pulling her back inside with a hand. ”Can’t say that I didn’t warn you about her,” he added. Once Tot stopped bouncing around, Vican stepped towards the kitchen, looking to produce the drinks Colombia requested. As he made his way towards his stockpile, he called over his shoulder to Colombia. ”So, this is where I call home,” he explained. Vican’s apartment was among the nicer grouping of housing in District 1. The money from the bar flowed in constantly. Even when the economy dipped, people continued to seek out liquor - actually, business usually soared while others were down. Because most of his money went unspent, Vican decided to put some of it into a nice place to stay. His home was very clean, almost minimalist in its appearance. Vican spent too little time there to create clutter, and his impulses driven towards cleanliness played their part in keeping the place tidy and put together. It was very rare that Vican had guests over, but when he did, he noticed that they had a way of making the space come alive. When sharing the area with others, the apartment became more of a home than a piece of his earnings. Even though Colombia had only been inside for a few moments, it already felt that way: like home. Words: 556 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
Heterosexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Stripper
HG Status:
Over Reaping Age
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Jul 26, 2017 23:52:25 GMT -7
Leliana felt a connection with Vican like never did with anybody else. It was strange, and it wasn't exactly romantic, but she felt more with him than she did with anyone else. Maybe it was the fact that he saw her when she was at her worst and he still seemed interested in her. He could've turned her into the Peacekeepers for public disturbance. She knew it probably helped that she was attractive and a fun person to be around. She was still thankful for him sticking around to see the best side of her, which hasn't even come out yet. He was attractive, lived in a nice area, and successful. In all honesty, she was everything she looked for in a guy. Though she escorted a lot, and wasn't planning on telling Vican at all, she never felt a connection with those men. They were just sugar daddies, if anything, who would pay her and buy her nice things. Vican was someone she wanted to spend time with and would go out of her way to see him.
"I love dogs!" She said to him, excited to see the little barking animal behind the door. So few people had pets, and most of the people that did were richer than they could ever be. The brunette tucked her hair behind her ear as she walked inside the apartment, immediately greeted by a very excited ball of fur. The dog climbed on Vican and she smiled from ear to ear. Dogs always made her happy no matter the situation. She kneeled down and petted the dog, loving its warmth and affection. She didn't care if she got hair all over her dress--it could always be washed. Seeing a dog, on the other hand, was a sight that she didn't get to see very much but loved when she did get to pet one.
The craziness from the dog distracted her from looking at his apartment, and when Vican started making his way to the kitchen and talking about how he called this apartment his home, she stood up and looked around. It was an extremely nice apartment, one that she really liked. It felt so spacious yet homey. She wished she could live in an apartment that was half this nice, with a dog and a handsome man to warm up to. It was the life, but unfortunately, it wasn't her life.
She took her high heels off, leaving them by the door. She was quite short without heels on, even being a little self-conscious about it. Still, she would rather not get Vican's floor dirty than worry about her height. Lily walked over to Vican's couch, sitting on it and looking back at Vican. "You're so neat for someone who used to work at a strip club. I'm impressed, Mr. Bartender," she said with a wink. She was friends with a lot of the strippers and sometimes would hang out at their place at the end of the night and drink. All of their houses and apartments, including hers, were cluttered with clothes, empty bottles of liquor, and dollar bills laying around. With Lily, she was either working, sleeping, or drinking. There wasn't really an in-between for her. So she did appreciate a nice, open place to spend her time in.
Lily thought that Vican was extremely interesting, and whether they would talk or not talk all night, she was completely okay with that. She loved laughing with him, though she knew she would probably love kissing him too. It was nice since most people didn't know the two went out together. Lily didn't need her coworkers annoying her. Most of them escorted too, so they would ask in-detail questions that she didn't want to answer about Vican, even if things did end up happening. She was almost amazed that he didn't have a girlfriend. "How is it that you live here by yourself? I bet it gets lonely a lot," she said, raising an eyebrow over to him.
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