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So, a Japanese and an Italian Walk Into a Bar...

May 16, 2010 12:52

WHO: Feliciano, Kiku, Atthis, Emi, Vash (NOW OPEN! COME IN, SEXY 21 AND OLDER~)
WHEN: May 16th, Sunday. Late in the evening.
WHERE: Honda residence, Vargas mansion, sexy night-club/bar, Jack in the Box
WHAT: Having a dead granny is a real downer, but luckily Feliciano has the cure-all solution: clubbing! and crossdressing
RATING: C for ( Read more... )

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So a lesbian walks into a bar several thousand words later... sapphicfragment May 21 2010, 07:11:58 UTC

Strapped stilletoes, pointed to kill.

Strapless red dress, poised to thrill.

Dark curls set in a massive wave about sleek, sloped shoulders wild enough to strangle any who dare stepped close. Offsetting tanned skin that glowed under gaudy florescents and promised poison, pure poison. Her eyes glittered, blackened, hard, predatorial. Swept the writhing masses, a tidal wave- there and gone before they could realize the danger of an impending storm.

She was Atthis and this 'club', this venue of vice and rhythm-
Was her domain tonight.

Or so, adjusting the bangles chiming lightly at her wrist, she'd hope the world would believe. In truth- oh unyeilding, merciless mistress Truth- she was something less of a typhoon and more of a breeze. A gentlelady seeking companionship in a racous crowd of revelers, drifting airily out toward the dance floor where from the pulsating beat came the most livliest of forms.

There were women dancing. Individuals undeniably female who did entice her focus long enough for dread Resolve to waver.

But no-! Arm and arm they were, all of them, with another woman at their side or what ho, a man and to those, she forced her gaze away. Took her stance. Waited for the music to shift- a key, the right key, then step, step and go.

It must have been rather dazzling for the first few bars.

Certainly it put stars in the eyes of the poor young woman she stumbled into after a heel dug into a slight uprise in the floor. Atthis whirled about in a succession of piercing clicks and placed a soft hand on a trembling shoulder. "My dear! What a tradegy, I did not mean-"

Language failed her.

How could it not when merely a yard away, the cutest asian girl she had ever seen was nearly slumped against an equally as vibrant brunette.

She patted her victim awkwardly, patted down her hair, and re-sought the beat that had moved her moments before.

If she could only dance a little closer...

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