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Post by Anna Sophia Bennett on May 1, 2007 4:28:27 GMT 7
Anna stepped daintly across the dancefloor and over towards the bar, passing through a thick crowd of whistlers and lingering eyes. She was adorned in a cute, white sundress with a large white belt. Her friends convinced her to dye her hair, making it a beautiful auburn shade that matched her complexion just as much, if not better than, as her natural blonde locks. She looked impressive, to say the least, with her pink cheeks and long, wavy hair; the group of males made that clear when they shouted some quick, purring words in her direction when she passed by.
She was growing used to the cat calls she and her friends got when they went to the clubs and bars in the city. Huntley was more reserved; probably because a lot of the students knew each other and didn't chance making fools of themselves and getting rumours spread the following week. New York, though, was filled with not only students, but citizens and regulars of the big city. It definitely made the night life a little more interesting.
Going alone wasn't exactly a comforting situation for the petite teenager. She preferred to go in company with her friends from school, or some of the people she knew that lived in the city. Tonight was no different, really. She wasn't the best of friends with the girls and guys she had spent the past hour dancing with, but she knew them enough to agree when they invited her to tag along. She was having a good time, but would probably head home after another hour passed.
With a prance in her step, Anna waltzed up to the bar and ordered a glass of ice water. The bartender was quick, not leaving her but with a minute's wait before he delivered her drink. Anna had taken a strong kick with alcohol once a few weeks ago and wasn't quite willing to try it again just yet. It left her feeling sick and guilty; water was the best route to go for tonight. Besides, she was feeling playful and upbeat and didn't want anything to kill that mood. She leaned against the counter, letting herself enjoy the freedom of her own personal space as she took a drink of her water and watched the crowd with sparkling, happy eyes.
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Post by Brandon Markell on May 1, 2007 5:42:35 GMT 7
Brandon slowly wondered what he was doing. Why he was here. Why he wasn't at home looking after his broken hearted sister. Well Brandon knew the answer to that. He was sick and tired of looking after his sister. All she ever did was think about herself. She cheated. She pays. That's what his theory had become. His heart had become stone, even to the person he cared about most in the world. He loved his sister, no doubt about that. But the thing was she had picked at the last nerve that he had. His last bit of patients had been used up, and he was now sitting there, dwelling on what he had done. He had definately hurt his sister's feelings today, with how he had reacted.
But how long can someone live with having their sister cry over the same thing for a month. It was ridiculous. She just needed to move on. And Brandon wasn't going to support her anymore. He was pretty sure that when he went back to his apartment, his sister wouldn't be there anymore. But he didn't care. She was just really getting on his nerves. He didn't know why he wasn't sucking it up anymore, and just being there like the brother he usually was. He let out a rather loud breath. The bar tender eyeing him slightly as his defeated attitude. He just didn't know what to do with himself. And he hated that feeling. The normal, quiet, holding in all his emotions and problems Brandon had disappeared.
An angry Brandon had now emerged underneath hiding everything, and he felt like lashing out at everything. Or doing something stupid. One or the other would really help him at the moment. Maybe getting wasted. Talking to some girl randomly. That sounded like something that he would never do in his life, but at the moment, it was also something that would keep him distracted off his good for nothing life. He really just wished anything happened tonight. Something different. Something more... he couldn't explain. He just didn't know what this feeling he had was, but he really wanted to let it all out.
Brandon had suddenly gotten his chance. A girl that had been dancing had come over to the bar, and she was gorgeous. She was drinking water though, so obviously she wanted to stay away from the drinks. Though Brandon didn't think twice about this, and asked the waiter to order the girl a drink. Something light. Brandon looked over at the girl, seeing the waiter place the drink in front of her. He suddenly decided to make his move. He walked over, and took the empty seat that a man had just left. He swallowed hard, his stupid shyness. "Hey there" Brandon suddenly said, trying to act smooth. God, why was this so hard. He smiled at her. "I'm Brandon, the one that bought that drink for you..." he sounded corny, but couldn't help it.
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Anna Sophia Bennett
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Post by Anna Sophia Bennett on May 1, 2007 5:57:11 GMT 7
The sound of a glass sliding across the counter made Anna turn her head. Her eyes settled on a strawberry daquiri in a sculpted glass; her brows arched and she looked at the bartender. He simply shrugged and muttered, "It's for you," before away to take another customer's order. Her lips were slightly parted but she closed them while she stared in puzzlement at the drink sitting beside her elbow. She hadn't ordered anything but water.
Her curiousity was filled when she heard a male voice beside her. A tall, handsome stranger now sat beside her, smiling and offering his name. Anna's pale blue eyes flickered from his face to the drink and she nodded slowly, understanding. "Ah," she said with a sweet smile in his direction. "What's your motive?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and keeping the small smile playing on the corners of her lips.
Anna knew from experiences with her friends that when a guy bought a girl a drink, he tended to be interested in getting to know her physically. This particular man didn't seem to be that kind from first glance, but she could be wrong. "I'm Anna," she offered after a moment, sticking out her slender hand and waiting to shake his own.
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Post by Brandon Markell on May 3, 2007 3:37:15 GMT 7
Brandon couldn’t believe his guts today. He was really on a roll… not that it was a good thing. He felt sort of like a creep. Maybe shy, unconfident Brandon should make his return now… He looked at her, as she had asked him what his motive was. ”Me? Nothing at all… Really.” He was honest. He just didn’t want to sit by himself. That feeling of being out there and doing something wild was gone. Now he just wanted to talk to this girl. At least she wasn’t like some of the girls around here that would try and have something happen. Even if they were in a relationship. Brandon was too nice of a guy to ever try something, even if he had the feeling to do so.
He smiled at her when she had said her name. Anna. It was nice. She had put out her hand for him to shake, and he took her petite hands in his big ones, letting go after a moment. He smiled at her, and said. ”Well isn’t this awkward” and let out a small, but unsure laugh. ”I never really do this often…” He said, feeling himself go into nervous mode. When that happened, nothing good came out of it. He would begin to rush his words out, and start blabbering about anything and everything. At the moment, he was having such a hard time just trying to keep his mouth shut.
He gave his goofy smile. Wondering what to say. ”So what’s a fine young girl doing out here all by herself” Oh god, a line that he had picked up from one of his buddies. He really sounded stupid. Well… it would hopefully lighten up the situation a bit. It did get his mind off his sister.
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Anna Sophia Bennett
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Post by Anna Sophia Bennett on May 3, 2007 4:06:33 GMT 7
"Oh," she returned, a puzzled frown touching her soft features. "Well, thanks for the drink." Anna smiled and glanced down at it. She knew the drink purely for the fact her mother used to drink them on festive occasions. "I've actually never had one of those," she added thoughtfully with a nod in the direction of the glass sitting only inches away from her elbow. Being naturally talkative had its perks, especially in a situation with a stranger. Anna was very social when she wanted to be and her mood was escalated enough to call for such an occasion tonight.
His hand was much stronger than her own: it practically engulfed her small palm when he returned her handshake. She laughed along with him, her bright and cheerful laughter contrasted with his own nervous one. Her eyes watched him, lips barely parted, when he confessed to not approaching a woman often. "That makes me feel special. Thank you," she said with a sweet grin. "Are you not here with any friends?" Anna tilted her head to the side, her curiousity quite clear on her face.
Anna's smile grew when he grinned at her. There was something almost innocent about his smile; it was cute. His line made her laugh, just a short one, but a laugh nevertheless. "I'm actually with some friends," she said with a nod, her eyes flickering in the direction of the dancefloor. "I just needed a break from all the dancing."
Her water was practically gone now. Setting it on the table and perching herself on a barstool, Anna glanced at Brandon. "What about you? You couldn't have come alone, right?" Her words made it sound more inquisitive than it probably should have. Anna had gone to a club once on her own. It wasn't unusual for most people.
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Post by Brandon Markell on May 5, 2007 8:33:35 GMT 7
Brandon had heard her say that she hadn't exactly had one of those. "Oh well, I dunno when I've tried it. But they're good... so I ordered it for you" He replied quietly. Well he never ordered a drink he didn't like, and since he didn't know what Anna liked, he guessed. It was kind've just how things went with him. He was simple. Not that hard to understand. Most of the time, and if he let you. When she had asked him if he was with any friends he shook his head, his long thick brown hair falling over his face. He brushed it aside, while he replied "Well I usually come out with friends. But today just wasn't one of those days... you know." He said with a shrug. Those days when you didn't want to be with the same people. Go out, and be different. That's what it felt like.
"oh" he had said after his cheesy line. He looked over at the dance floor, and saw some people. "So I bet that you're keeping your boyfriend waiting for you then..." Brandon said quietly. "Wanting you to dance with him and all" Brandon also added in. That was usually his way to find out if a girl had a girlfriend. Assume so. It always helped him know if he's flirting with the wrong girl. Well if he's daring enough, which is rare. And he doesn't want to make a mistake the times that he does flirt. Having a black eye isn't his ideal meeting. "The club is quite full tonight" Brandon said gulping down his entire drink. The bar tender sent him another one. Small talk wasn't exactly Brandon's speciality.
He looked over at Anna with a smile. Well atleast he wasn't a complete mess now. Maybe the drinks were giving him some type of outgoing confidence. This was outgoing for Brandon. Many couldn't believe that, but he was truly quiet. "Hey, you wanna go dance?" Brandon suddenly asked. He didn't know why, but he was getting that feeling again. Something good was going to happen tonight. Atleast he thought it would. He needed a change.
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Anna Sophia Bennett
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Post by Anna Sophia Bennett on May 5, 2007 8:54:00 GMT 7
Anna's slender finger brushed the edge of the glass, contemplating whether or not to take a drink. She didn't want to get completely gone, especially with her evening class the following night. But then again, the stranger had been kind enough to buy it for her and turning it down would be completely rude. Having the sweet Southern upbringing, Anna couldn't justify pushing the glass away.
Raising it to her lips, Anna took a small sip and runs her tongue across the back of her teeth. "I like it," she said with a smile in the direction of the man sitting beside her. "I can pay you back for it, though. I feel bad just taking it," she said with a short laugh and apologetic arch of her eyebrows.
"Oh," she said, with a small nod. Her blue eyes watched him for a moment, searching for a trace of sadness in his features before dropping her eyes and taking another drink of the daquiri.
With a small laugh, Anna shook her head and let her eyes travel to the group of friends in the corner of the room. They were all laughing and having a seemingly great time. "Nope, no boyfriend." A small smirk played on the corners of her lips, but she let it slide away when she returned her eyes to Brandon. She had heard that once before when she was out at a club with Lexi. It always made her giggle, but she managed to keep a straight face for now. It was an easy way to find out who was single and who was taken, she supposed.
His next question was pounced without much warning. Anna turned her head, looking a little surprised before closing her lips and smiling a little. It could be fun, couldn't it? She never really let herself dance with strangers, but Brandon seemed like a genuinely sweet person. What harm could it do? "I'd love to," she said with a wider smile. She took one last drink of her small daquiri before pushing it further on the counter and sliding off the barstool and landing carefully on the hardwood floor below. "Though I'll warn you," she added with a playful sparkle in her eye, "I'm not the best dancer in the world."
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Post by Brandon Markell on May 6, 2007 9:44:24 GMT 7
Brandon laughed and shook his head no when she had said that she'd pay for it. This was the first girl that had ever said that. It was quite hilarious, even though she might've not known why he was laughing. "Oh no, you don't need to pay me back. Think of it as a gift, from a friend. I bought it cause I wanted to get to know you better." He said with a smile. Well that was the truth. The drink was a reason to start up a conversation, and well that's exactly what it had started. He had gotten an answer from his statement. "Oh really... no boyfriend hmm..." Brandon said, contemplating this in his head. Well there was nothing to really contemplate, except what a gorgeous girl like her was doing single...
"Well I don't have a girlfriend" He added in randomly. "So I guess neither of us is keeping anyone waiting..." He said with a smile. Brandon had grinned even wider when she had agreed to dance with him. "Oh really, I doubt that highly" he had said to her comment about not being the greatest dancers in the world. "Well, two bad dancers won't make for such a great dance, but a whole lot of fun" Brandon said getting off his seat and moving over to her, and putting out his hand for her to take. He then went out to the dance floor, and began dancing to the music. The only thing was, it was pretty crowded on the dance floor, and he had a limited amount of space.
Suddenly someone had pushed him from the back, and moved him closer to Anna. "Uh sorry, I didn't mean to" Brandon said, getting frustrated. He may suck at dancing, but he sucked even more at being so close to someone. It made him self-conscious, and worried. He tried to suck it up though, tonight he would be more outgoing. "So um, see how bad I am" he said with a laugh. He was barely moving. Just inch by inch, but he was already all sweaty, and having a hard time breathing. He realized how short she was. Really... he wasn't that tall, but compared to her, he looked like it. He didn't say anything about this, he just noticed it.
He didn't know what to say, and didn't know how he would dance. He asked her to dance, yet here he was all nervous.
[sorry, god-moded a bit., and suckish]
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Anna Sophia Bennett
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Post by Anna Sophia Bennett on May 6, 2007 12:27:58 GMT 7
"Well thank you very much, again," she said with a sweet, wide smile. Anna knew she was repeating herself but gratitude wasn't something to be taken lightly. She appreciated when someone went out of their way for her, even if it was something as simple as purchasing a drink. Brandon was working his way towards earning a gold star in her book. There was something adorable about the man that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was probably his seemingly shy or introverted nature; it appeared to pop up at inconvenient times. Anna didn't find it frustrating, though, just cute.
She shook her head, auburn strands of hair falling across her shoulders and making themselves quite comfortable on her chest. Her pink lips were parted enough to express mild curiousity when he seemed to take into consideration that she didn't have a boyfriend. They stretched into a smile when he said he didn't have a girlfriend and appeared genuinely happy to dance with her. His smile was addictive and she couldn't help but grin right along with him.
Her laugh mingled with the sound of the crowd but likely still reached Brandon's ear before fading into the mess of voices. Taking his hand and daintly stepping off the barstool, Anna suddenly realized the height difference between them. She had to be at least a good foot shorter than the man. She instantly felt dwarfed, but not enough to be put off. Most people were taller than her; she was growing used to it.
Dancing, though not necessarily the young actress's strong point, was something she was relatively good at. When someone majors in theatre, it is generally assumed they should be well-rounded enough to sing and dance to some extent. Anna had been taking dancing classes on and off since she was in middle school, so keeping herself moving in rhythm to the music booming from the speakers wasn't exactly a challenge. Her small hips swayed back and forth, moving in time with the drums and bass of the song playing and echoing through the room.
Anna laughed when Brandon was pushed into her. For a split second, their bodies were much closer than acceptable. However, having grown more used to the atmosphere of a dance club, Anna didn't mind so much. "You aren't bad," she retorted with a shake of her head. The crowd was pushing in further and further, forcing them in a closer vicinity without much room to actually dance. It was more shuffling than anything at the moment.
Even with the restraints, Anna noticed the nerves rattling through the man. Maybe it was the alcohol in the daquiri or her naturally outgoing nature - whatever it was, it would hopefully work. Seeing as they were only inches apart, Anna lifted her arms enough to put her smooth hands on Brandon's cheeks. "Relax." Her eyes were smiling, a small but playful grin on her lips.
The song came to a close and a portion of the crowd filed towards the bar just as another song came on. It wasn't a slow song by any means; it was more upbeat than the previous. It must have been relatively popular, too, since the crowd seemed to let out shouts of joy. Anna even heard a few people singing the lyrics over the sound of the music itself. The floor opened up and Anna looked at Brandon hesitantly but hopefully. She was hoping he didn't want to walk off just yet; she was enjoying his company. "Willing to try one more time?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with the heat of the dancefloor. "I promise I wouldn't step on your feet, either," she vowed almost solemnly before breaking into a small burst of laughter.
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