`a very thin line \\ closed

[noelle ackerman]

It's getting late, I'm making
my way over to my favorite place
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After her first week of teaching, Noelle already felt like she needed to take a load off. This was her first experience with ever teaching a group of young adults how to dance before, ever. She had helped out in a ballet class once, but the kids were only six or seven. They didn't have hormones at six and seven, nor did they constantly insist on not doing what you asked or being difficult. There were a few people who actually showed up in sneakers all week. The first day or two was understandable, but after that, how did you expect to ballroom dance in sneakers?! It wasn't hip hop class, you had to really be able to move your feet and it would be impossible in those heavy shoes. But whatever, a majority of the class tried and really wanted to learn, so that was all that should matter.

In celebration of surviving her first week of being a teacher, a few of Noelle's friends had called her up and convinced her to come with them to the club where they would treat her to some drinks. Thankfully tomorrow was a Saturday, or else the young woman would have never agreed for fear of coming to class with a hangover. Not only would that leave a very bad impression, she could possibly be fired for it. No, it wasn't like actually being intoxicated on campus, but the teachers were hired to not only teach the students but to also serve as role models. If the board felt that someone was not living up to the requirement or setting a good example, they could send them packing. However, on the weekend when they were off campus, what were their superiors going to do? She could afford to have fun now that the week was over.

Scrunching up her face a little bit, Noelle downed the fourth shot that her friends had placed in front of her and then placed it faced down on the counter top. Their idea of celebrating was getting her drunk, obviously, but there was no harm in enjoying the night. She wasn't an avid drinker, so she figured she was able to come to the club every now and again and down a bit of alcohol without causing any real harm to herself. The only problem that this drinking did bring was her impaired judgment, which meant that it was very possible that she would end up doing something regrettable tonight. It wouldn't be the first time, and it would end up being something that she would feel really guilty over. It was the endless circle of her occasional drinking. Normally, the mistake involved bringing a guy home, which Noelle didn't see the harm in a one night stand but when he leaves the next morning before you wake up after taking all of the credit cards out of your wallet you tend to want to kick yourself.

The young dancer downed another drink, feeling the buzz from the alcohol beginning to kick in. Her friends were cheering her on, but she shook her head. "No, no more." She coughed when she spoke, for the alcohol was really strong. On top of that, since she was a slender woman who didn't drink often it was easier for her to get drunk off of a few shots. But anyway, she didn't want anymore to drink. Noelle wanted to dance, but to do that she needed to find a guy. Well, she could bring out one of her friends but thanks to the buzz she had the strong desire to dance with a male companion instead. The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling to her friends before looking farther behind them at the men who were in the club tonight. She could go and invite one to dance, but she liked it a lot better when a guy came to her.

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`Status: Finished!
`Tag: Lucian Everett
`Word Count: 568
`Lyrics By: Rihanna - Don't Stop The Music
`Notes:

[/font] avatars from livejournal somewhere...
ewww that was sucky D: my next one will be better[/blockquote][/size]

[lucian]

let's conspire to reignite
all the souls that would die just to feel alive

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Friday night. Lucian remembered spending every single day of the week as if it was Friday night, drinking, fooling around, driving drunk and all that jazz, but never using their own cars though. “Loaning” from others was part of the fun. At least they liked to call it that, seeing as they usually returned the cars later. Their condition, however, could be debated. This time, he’d driven his own car, and he was not planning on driving home. He’d never make it in time anyway, and finding a place to crash wasn’t all that hard. He had his old friends, his uncle, and he was certain that there were plenty of girls in there he could share the “I’m-renovating-my-apartment” story with, should it come to that. Another change this time around was that he went to the club alone. He had only been a student at the Chicago School of Performing and Visual Art, and he had not yet befriended very many people. Lucian had pulled his white Corvette up in front of the club, only to find that all the parking spots anywhere near it.

Two blocks, some flirting with the slightly older women in the cue, one fake ID and a couple of drinks later, Luke found himself by the bar counter looking for some interesting people to get to know for the evening. His eyes scanned the room, landing on a small group of people not too far away, cheering on a woman as she swallowed a shot. A strong one it seemed, at least judging by her facial expression. Lucian smiled faintly, looking at her from over the rim of his glass for a couple of more moments, building up a buzz in the meantime. He thought for a second that she looked oddly familiar. However, he reasoned that he would definitely have remembered seeing her before of he really had. That is, if he had not been too drunk to remember it now that he was thinking, well, more or less clearly. Less, probably, as he finished a couple of more drinks.

The woman he’d laid his eyes on now seemed to take a break from the drinking, occasionally looking out at the dance floor. Placing his empty glass on the counter, he shook his head at the bartender who automatically began to refill it, raising his hand to indicate for him to leave it. He made his way through the crowd that had been blocking his beautiful view every now and then, over to the woman and her friends. Being a younger guy in a place like this, when you knew that at least 80% of the girls were older than you, had been a little weird in the beginning. The problem was just about everyone his age in this area went to the school, and he hated getting mixed up in all of their drama, having to live with them and all. So, he’d found that going where most of them didn’t go was safer. Tonight, however, his plan would backfire.

A couple of girls tried to drag him onto the dance floor as he approached the beautiful woman, but Lucian kept walking. His eyes were fixed upon the cheerful girl, and he was not going to let her get lost in the crowd. “Wanna dance?” he asked the brunette as he finally reached her, extending his hand. Inside, he cursed his gut for being so formal. Well, just a tiny but formal, but still. Then again, there wasn’t much else to do. He could have sat down for a chat, but that honestly wasn’t what he was after. He was here to have a good time, and as fun as it could be to talk, he wanted to burn off some energy first.


'status;; finished, finally...
'tag;; noelle ackerman
'word count;; 631
'lyrics;; muse - starlight
'other;; oh my god... haha, it takes me this long to write
it and then it sucks. I'm gonna have to go with your statement
and promise you my next one will be better as well xD