Clubbin' Time *

[zeefie]

In a distinguished rouse, Lucid kept himself busy with a cigarette and a lighter at the back of the club. His languidly hanging hair covered one of his blue eyes and seemed to have been unwashed and grungy. This was only Lucid's second time at the club, he wasn't one to go without friends. However today seemed different. Maybe something different would hold his interest. Ladies flaunted and flailed in front of him in an cacophony of obnoxious beats and repetitious vibes. The scent was one to get used to, a bit like must covered with several forms of perfume and aftershave.

He crossed his legs now, a dapper looking outfit stretched over his long legs and chest. He wore a black suit-like jacket over his chest with no shirt underneath. Instead he wore suspenders that stretched over his thin frame. His pants were tight fitting jeans with grey pinstripes and some sneaker-boots covered his ankles. He stood to the floor now, a pumping flow of lights swirled around the fluid motion of bodies. He lit the cigarette he'd been daring to light in the back, shrugging as smoke puffed from his lips. Though it was illegal at his age, he hadn't gotten much gruff for his bad habit.

He walked to the center, making eye contact with several individuals, still wondering when the party would really begin. It had just turned 7 PM and there was nothing holding him back today. So as the cigarette hung limply from his pursed lips, he began bobbing his head to the music and watching the door. He bumped into a scantily clad woman, and caught her attention. He returned her seductive glance with a sheepish wink and grabbed her by her wrist and began shimmying down with her. She was probably 18 or 19, blonde and fragile. She wore a tube top as a dress and some fishnets over her thighs.

For now, this was his fun.

"What's your name?"

"Lola!" She screamed over her horrendous high.

"That's a fake name right? Or is that your stripper name?" He chuckled and grinned his awkward smile that had gotten him into trouble before.

"Its Lola. Like the rabbit." She repeated, unsure of his comments.

"Right..." He paused. It seemed that the night would be slow...

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[zelda]

Zelda wasn't sure why she was actually going to the club, but she figured that it was the beginning of the school year, so why not get out of her dorm and do something fun? She knew her outfit looked bad, but at the moment her everything in her room was all over the place. She didn't really own any clubbing like clothes either, so she didn't even know what would be appropriate. She didn't care what people thought of her outfit thought.

An AC-DC Tee shirt that had been cut up, of course. She owned so many band shirts it wasn't funny. A pair of Light skinny jeans, and a pair of high black high heeled boots, she wasn't exactly sure where they came from, but hey they fit the occasion. So why not throw them on? When she got to the club, all she heard was the music, and for a second she didn't want to get out of the cab. Yeah she took a cab to the club, because she didn't have a license yet.

She'd never felt like getting one. She handed him some money, and then checked her makeup one lat time before she stepped out of the car, and towards the thundering club. Looking around at the sky, which wasn't quite dark yet despite it being seven had a weird lighting to it, but the lights of the club made everything shine. When she spotted a familiar face, she approached the boy she'd become friends with over the past year or so.


"Oh hey," She walked up behind him looking at the girl he was talking to.

"Lola like the rabbit?" She asked raising an eyebrow. She scratched her head for a second, as if she was actually confused by that. Even though she was pretty sure the girl didn't know what she was saying. Dumb slut. Zelda shook her head.

"I've never heard of a Lola Rabbit." She said rolling her eyes.


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[Bo Costello]

Bo loved clubs. He fucking LOVED clubs. Had he ever been to one? No. But he already loved them. I mean, kids on drugs trippin' mighty balls, underage drinking gone horribly wrong, fresh beats bound to get your foot tapping.. it sounded like a fucking blast to Bo Costello.

Hair puffed out and frizzy as always, Bo strut through the door with what was probably the silliest look on his face. He was beaming, smile spread across his face from ear to ear as he bounced to the beats of some song he'd never heard. The lights were going crazy and not even five minutes had passed and already three girls had rubbed up against his legs. He was laughing, smiling, as he walked through the crowds and finally came to the bar. He didn't plan on ordering anything, but still sat on one of the stools.

He'd worn a pair of neon yellow shorts tonight; a pair that hugged his thighs much like spandex. Around his waste was a hot pink fanny pack and over his chest was a plain white wife beater. To finish off the look, he'd worn an orange and white snapback, the bill flipped up, and a pair of gray Nike Jordan's. He honestly looked like an idiot.. but this really wasn't much different from what he wore on a regular basis.

Leaning his elbow against the bar, Bo looked out at the crowed of dancing lunatics. The smile had to leave his face as he bobbed his head, laughing cutely here and there.

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[zeefie]

Lucid quickly snapped back to see his friend Zelda in slightly more club appropriate clothing. His own chest exposed, he turned to her and grabbed her hand.

"You are so deprived, dear Zelly."

The other girl chuckled in a very demeaning way. In hindsight, this should've been a moment in which Lucid let his personality avoid the conflict. Instead, he gave the catty woman a shrewd glance and responded with a fiendish attitude. He grimaced and pulled the cigarette from his lips, smashing it under his boots. He then gave the girl one glance up and down.

"You're a stupid tramp, leave us alone." He spat between his teeth. Perhaps a bit over protective? He wasn't sure, but he hated how slutty women liked to make themselves seem important by putting down respectable women. It was ridiculous. In the corner of his eye he noticed a fellow classmate with his abnormal sense of style. He quirked a brow and tugged Zelda towards the bar, hoping that the girl named Lola didn't have a man to follow her around like a piece of meat to a hungry wolf.

He could've sworn he heard her spew a few words towards him, but disregarded it and sat at a bar stool with his legs kicked behind him and hands in front so that he was leaning forward.

"Anyways. Now that our slut-fest is over..." He screamed towards the woman, a bit of rage still searing through his eyes. He supposed that his up-bringing had brought him to a lot of angering situations. He was one man who respected women, perhaps a bit of a feminist in a male body. However, this wasn't so attractive to some women sadly. He had never had more than a fling with a girl.

"Zelda, are you serious you don't know who Lola is? I may have to educate you." He chuckled and rocked his body to the changing pace of music.

[Bo Costello]

Bo turned to the boy that had just sat down at the bar next to him. He was talking to a familiar girl.. and Bo assumed this boy would be familiar too once he could see his face. Right now, it was turned away so Bo was stuck starring at the back of his head. He didn't mind, though. He wasn't going to be rude about introducing himself and there was plenty of music to keep him entertained until the boy finally did turn around.

When he did, Bo smiled (not that he hadn't be already.. he just smiled a little harder). "Well HI," he announced, teeth shining under the multicolored lights. "I'm Bo," he said happily and slapped the bar which attracted the tended. Bo looked at the woman that was now leaning on her elbows, staring at him. "Can I have.. do you guys have beer? Or no cuz yknow.. there's like.. underage kids here.." he asked awkwardly, realizing only after he said it that he too was underage. But alas, the bar lady smiled at him and brought him a red cup. "No I.D.?" he asked suspiciously, taking the cup cautiously. The lady smiled and put up her hand.

"That ones on the house," she said with a wink. Bo, happy to take any free alcohol, shrugged and looked back to the boy, taking a sip.

[Elise Fahyre]

Elise made her way into the club, although she had been to a club one other time before in her life--for her sixteenth birthday party, and the club she went to was rented out by her parents so only her friends could attend, and it was much less sketchy--this club made her feel very uncomfortable. Elise confidently, yet cautiously, worked her way among the crowd. Just because she was uncomfortable didn't mean she had to act so; she, in general, was a very confident person and she could fake confidence as easily as saying the word "one"--it wasn't that hard to be honest.

As she walked through the raving crowd all dancing up and down as if it were one synchronized beat going along with the pulse of the music, she could have sworn she saw several guys check her out, they ranged from way too old to seemingly too young to even be in this place. Although her outfit was amazing, Elise despised the fact that it warranted that much attention. Yes, she loved attention, but not from people whom were complete strangers hanging out in a place like this. Elise assumed half of the people that had checked her out were high or drunk anyway. Elise preferred her men classy, not that she was looking for a boyfriend, but this would definitely not be the place she would look for a boyfriend, not even a hookup if Elise was into that kind of stuff--which she wasn't.

Elise smoothed out her black dress, it was form-fitting and showed off her curves, but not so form-fitting or short that it made her look like she was screaming for any kind of attention from anyone. It cut off a few inches above her knees, it was classy, it didn't stop right at the bottom of her butt like some girls dresses did. The last thing Elise wanted was that kind of attention from drunk, high strangers. Although her dress did have a low v cut in the front, she wore a black camisole underneath it so it was completely appropriate and no one could see anything; the dress had a hint of elegance as black lace created the shoulder fabric and upper back part of the dress. Her skinny, yet muscular, legs were soft and smooth thanks to some Coach: Poppy lotion. Her clutch matched her black dress perfectly, and her sterling silver love necklace reflected all the colors of the strobing lights above her head. Her shoes were black suede with a rose-style design on the sides and red backs to make a statement and just added a pop of color to her completely monochromatic outfit. Pearl earrings were in her ears and Elise looked like she belonged at a fancy cocktail party rather than a club, but this was what she felt like wearing and it had cost her well over two thousand dollars--Christian Louboutin was not cheap. Her makeup was somewhat simple, a semi-smoky eye with a purple liner underneath--to make her eyes stand out more--and to leave the main focus of her face on her eyes she had on a nude lipstick and light blush that looked natural and wasn't too noticeable. She had spritzed on a few puffs of Couch: Poppy--the purple, not the red--in her hair and on her dress just to make her smell good. If Elise had to stand in a sweaty, overcrowded, smelling of drugs and alcohol she was at least going to smell nice.

Elise didn't even know why she was out at the club, she had just been bored and there was nothing to do so she figured she would go and see what an actual club looked like--rather than a rented out one which was open to her and her guests only and completely safe. Now that Elise was here, she didn't understand why people would want to go, she'd rather be in a ballet studio or any dance studio for that matter than here watching the people "dance", if you could even call it that. Elise looked around dodging men and women alike (whether it was dodging their flailing arms or dodging their flirtatious glances at her), she located two guys and a girl sitting at the bar. They looked familiar, which meant they went to Somerset, otherwise she wouldn't know them. Hoping to avoid the rest of the crazy people, she headed over and sat down. She noticed one of them was holding a red plastic cup, which could only mean one thing, alcohol. Elise looked at the other two, and then smiled at all three. She was going to be her confident self, especially here, if she was shy in a place like this she would be taken as naive and weak and she definitely wasn't either of those two adjectives.

"Hey guys. I hope you don't mind that I decided to join in with you guys, I really don't think I know anyone else here and I know we're all from the same school. I'm Elise. Elise Fahyre." She said with another confident smile, she was certain she'd seen at least two of them around school before. Grade differences could be the cause as to why she didn't know them better.

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[zelda]

She was glad that. He'd pulled her away, because she would have been a lot meaner to the girl if it wasn't for that. Which she was thankful for because she wasn't sure how the people here would react to her "Personality." Which pretty much consisted of telling people, she really hated slutty girls, who felt like it was their job to sleep with every guy on the planet, and there was an army of them here. At somerset. She really didn't plan on encountering any of them here.

Being dragged away was probably for the best though, so she didna.t say something that she might regret saying to that Lola girl.Well that would have been impossible. Shedidn't seem to care what she said to people. Once they got to the bar. She sat on a bar stool. Resting the bottom of her boots on a bar that went between the legs so the stool, and letting the thin heel part hang over the edge.

"No..." She paused, watching a guy she knew from somerset. She recognized him, butcouldn't put a name to the face she saw, and after further racking her brain for his name she gave up.


"Lola the rabbit?" She asked. "Should I know who that is...?" She asked, a confused tone in her voice already. She had thought the girl was making that up. Lola the rabbit was a real thing-- She was debating just telling him she knew what, or actually who Lola the rabbit was when a girl walked up to them she was quite pretty, but that didn't stop Zelda from opening her big mouth.

"Hello Elise." She said with a fake smile. She scanned the body of the new commer, sure this girl didn't belong at a club like this one, but since she didn't drink, and this girl looked like a prude she'd probably need some company later when her Lucid got drunk.

"The name's Zelda. Don't wear it out." She said with a wink before finally turning back to Lucid.

"Please Educate me." She said, her tone bored, as if she didn't care. "Who is this lola rabbit you speak of?"

[zeefie]

"Aw man, really?" Lucid shoved his thoughts deep inside of himself with a hint of jealousy as Bo received a free drink. He lifted his fingers with a slight quirk of his brow and looked to the bartender. "I guess I'll have a Coke..."

She chuckled and looked over him. "How old are you anyways?"

"Twenty fucking two." He said in a moody, but almost convincing voice. Too bad he looked his age. If it weren't for his attitude, body modifications and cigarette addiction, one would say he was only 15. With all of them, he still couldn't be more than 18.

"Right." She chuckled and grabbed a chilled Coca-Cola, placed it in front of him and went back to mixing drinks.

"What the hell man?" Lucid looked over the other male with some disdain, but mainly just a nudging sense of humor. "Not fair." He broke out into a laugh and looked over to the approaching Elise.

"Yeah, I guess we're all familiar eh? Name's Lucid. Actually, no...I'm Link, and this is Princess Zelda. I've just rescued her from Ganon and we were enjoying a nice chat." Lucid was feeling a bit more chatty tonight, his eyes were seeking entertainment in the strangest of places.

"And you're Bo, right? I think I've had a class with you..." Since Lucid was an honors student with a fortunate birthday at the beginning of the school year, he was able to keep up with most seniors. He turned to Zelda with a light grin. "And as for you, Lola's just a cartoon character. Its not as important as I made it out to be." He smiled and cracked open his Coke.

[Bo Costello]

Bo smiled and took another sip as Lucid grumbled over only getting a coke. "Its cuz I'm hot, bro," he shouted over the music, offering up a wink and a quirky smile. "You want some of mine?" he asked, handing the cup forward a bit, but drawing it back to take another sip. He really wasn't sure how he'd gotten a beer and this Lucid kid hadn't.. sure Lucid didn't look much older than maybe seventeen, but Bo didn't either.

"That's right," he said a moment later in response to Lucid asking his name, but then turned to look at the girl that had just approached. He looked her up and down, cocking his head at the sight of her dress. Seemed just a bit too fancy for a place like this. I mean, look at what Bo was wearing: shorts and a tank top. And here this girl was in a dress that looked suitable for tea time. Lifting his head to match his eyes with her's, he smiled. "I'm Bo, like he said," he said and reached his hand out towards her. "First time here? You look like a bit of a newbie." He was such a hypocrite. He'd never been here either. But he was certain he didn't show it as much as she did.

[Elise Fahyre]

Elise watched as Bo drink his alcohol and Lucid complaining about his coke; she had already decided that she was going to probably stay closer to Zelda if she stayed around at all. Elise hadn't completely made up her mind on whether on not she really wanted to stay at this club. Elise acknowledged Zelda's smile with a smaller smile of her own, she had already smiled and it would be awkward to just keep on smiling at everybody. She took a seat by Zelda and ordered herself a sprite, the bartender lady handed her the drink in a much unfriendlier way than she had to the two guys. Elise could understand why, first of all she wasn't a dude, and second the Bo guy was definitely right--it looked like she didn't belong here which called for awkward or unfriendly service. Elise herself could acknowledge the fact that her outfit wasn't very "clubby", it was more of a dress someone would wear to homecoming. Elise sipped her sprite before deciding to respond to everyone.

She chuckled at the remark about Lucid's comment about being Link and Zelda being Princess Zelda from the Zelda video games. Sure, Elise was a girly girl, but she knew what video games were. She had even played a few when she was younger.

"It's nice to meet you." She said to all of them, maybe they would be more familiar faces when they all went back to school. Elise took another sip of her sprite.

"Yeah I am, but I know how to handle myself, that's better than some people who are so naive that show up here for the first time." Elise said looking at one girl in particular who was dancing with a guy much older than her, she looked nervous and naive, and that meant the older guy was going to try and take advantage of her. "I know, my outfit doesn't look like it belongs in a club." Elise said returning her gaze to all the girls on the dance floor that were just screaming for attention by their outfit alone, not to mention their desperate attitudes. The last thing Elise wanted to be was one of those girls. Granted, Elise loved to have fun and she wasn't an uptight girl either, just going to a club wasn't her ideal of "fun". Fun was more hanging out at the mall, at the dance studio, a park, a movie theater, even dancing like a crazy person back at home with her friends, but clubbing was not in the list of fun things to do. "But hey, what can you do?" She shrugged, maybe next time...if there was a next time, she would wear something a little more....appropriate, if that was even the right word. She already had an outfit in mind.

She returned her attention to the three people whom were still acquaintances, but maybe as the night wore on they would become friends, enemies, or friendly acquaintances. You could never tell.