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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 2, 2007 7:52:13 GMT 7
Lexi had walked inside of the club on her own, after standing in line outside for a while. She had a phone call earlier from a friend that had asked her to meet up down here, and now, she was looking for her friend. Smoothing some wrinkles in her tunic style top, she stood near the door looking around. Not seeing anyone she knew, she headed over to the bar, maybe her friend was late.
As she made it up to the bar, the bartender asked for her ID and she smiled at him. Of course she had a fake one, even though her twenty-first birthday was only months away. Reaching in the pocket of her jean mini-skirt, she pulls out the ID, and hands it to him. Once he thought it was okay, and he hands it back to her, she slips it back into her pocket. She then orders a wine cooler. Once she has it in her hand, she takes a small sip, and turns around, leaning back against the bar. No sense in getting totally wasted before her friend showed up.
She looks the place over again, it seemed pretty full, with a lot of people on the dance floor. Pulling out her cell phone, she checks the time, and sees that her friend is late. Sighing slightly, she starts to look around the club again, wondering if anyone she knew was there, just so that she didn't have to be alone.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 2, 2007 8:30:54 GMT 7
Dean was yet again on one of his clubbing nights. He was looking nice like ever other night. His hair in a messy neat untamed way that he seem to always maintains without much effort. Dean was wearing a simple black sweater, a pair of black slacks and some black shoes. He wasn’t wearing anything that special but on him it look well put together especially since most of the day he is covered up with oil and dirt.
Showing his id which was of course fake. Dean had that id ever since he was seventeen. He was only twenty even though he didn’t look it. Next year he would finally be able to get rid of the fake id but until then it was his best friend. Walking into the bar after getting check at the door he walked over to the bar and order himself a drink. Usually he would just order a beer but right now he needed something stronger so he got a whiskey instead. Sitting down he looked around and spotted someone. Not just anyone but a very cute girl. Dean smiled at her before sipping on his drink again.
He started to wondered if he ever met her before. She must have came on the nights that he was to tired to come out to the club. But knowing Dean he probably knew her and it probably didn’t end on a good note. Yet something in the back of his head kept telling him that he was wrong and that he didn’t really know her.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 2, 2007 8:57:56 GMT 7
As she casually looked around the room again, Lexi saw a guy at the bar. He seemed a little familiar, not like she had actually met him, but like she had seen him before in the club. As she was running this through her mind, she sees him looking at her, and he smiles at her. He was very cute, she liked his hair done in that way, even though that style was popular with all the guys. She smiles slightly in return, then continues to scan the club.
Taking another small sip from her wine cooler, she shakes her head slightly, she thought her friend might be standing her up. What to do now? Turning to look in the guy's direction, she sees that he is still looking at her. Wondering if she had seen him at a campus party before, she is starting get a little curious. She was thinking she could just go over there, and ask him, and think nothing of it.
Smirking a little to herself, wondering what she might be getting herself into, she walks over to the guy, and stands next to him. Leaning against the bar a little, she looks at him, and says, "Hey there. Do I know you from somewhere? Were you at that frat party last week?" She is just guessing, but she couldn't really decide on how she knew him. Maybe it would come to her, once she heard his voice.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 4, 2007 5:45:22 GMT 7
Seeing her walk towards him he smirked as he pick up his drink taking another sip. Raising his eyebrow up at her question he swallowed the contents within his mouth and smiled “hey there yourself doll, and you might. I met a lot of people every day in the business I am in” he said being truthful being a mechanic did give him the opportunity to meet new people all the time. “and of course I was there, even though I don’t go to school. I would never miss out on a party. Where you there” he asked her wondering if maybe he saw her there.
Staring at her he try to think of where he saw her before and nothing came to mind. If she had been at the party, maybe he dance with her or bump into her, or maybe said a few words. Yet he didn’t remember ever meeting her. Although that night was a wild night so he might have. Clearing his throat he though it would be nice of him to introduce himself. “Well I am Dean Andrews and you are” he said asking her name. Maybe that would ring a bell to him about who she was.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 4, 2007 6:47:46 GMT 7
As she kept her eyes on him, Lexi had thought that this guy was a student. Not many outsiders made it to the party circuit. His smooth talk, and casual smirk, were returned in kind, as she sipped slightly, the fruity taste of the wine cooler sliding gently across her tongue. As he talks about his business, and being at the frat party, her curiosity about him grows, as her eyes drift across his hair, and back to his eyes. "What kind of business is that? I'm just trying to think of where I know you from." Her eyes then narrow, slightly playfully, and she gives him a look of disbelief. "Of course I was there, it was the party of the week. But no, I think I've seen you someplace else."
When he introduces himself, Lexi smiles, her dark eyes fixed on his, and offers him her finely manicured hand. "Lexi DeMarco, businessman Dean Andrews. And it's nice to meet you. Finally." Laughing a little, she sips again at her wine cooler, her teased straight hair framing her slightly long features. As she leans against the bar, she is still sorting through her memories, it seemed that she almost could place him somewhere. It had to be off-campus, but where? Besides the shops, and Starbucks, she couldn't think of any other place that he would have been. And it was starting to drive her a little crazy, maybe she had been really drunk that night. Hopefully, she didn't act like a fool, or did something that she was going to regret.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 4, 2007 7:15:31 GMT 7
“Oh lets say that I am good at my hands” he said not really hinting what his job was. Dean liked being mysterious and it was kind of fun. Placing his glass on the table he turn around and order another drink from the bartender. This time he got a beer instead, he didn’t want to get that drunk or he wouldn’t be able to drive himself home. “I am trying to do the same thing. Funny how you think you seen someone before but you don’t remember where and when did you ever meet this person” he said shrugging his shoulders slightly. Raising his eyebrow again he looked at her face but still nothing, maybe she had did something different with her hair that day. “Yeah I know it was, but I am sure that many more parties will come that are better. And you might have seen me somewhere else. I don’t go to school so maybe you saw me on the streets. I do bump into people a lot. I mean literally bump into people” he said with a soft laugh.
Taking her hand he shakes it softly and gives her a bright smile. “No pleasure is mines” he said really meaning it. She seem like a nice girl and at least she was getting an education. Watching her take a sip of her drink he turn around and pick up his beer taking a sip of the sweet nectar which it contain. Taking it away from his lips he looked over at her again still trying to figure it out. “Lexi have you ever go to the mechanic shop before.” he didn’t even know if she had a car but that would be a explanation on why he thought he saw her before
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 4, 2007 9:16:33 GMT 7
Smirking when Dean says that he was good with his hands, she couldn't let a chance to flirt with him go. "Well, that's nice. But how good are you, really?" Lifting her fine brows slightly, she laughs lightly, as she watches him order another drink. Turning her head slightly, to take a sip of her wine cooler, she looks a little thoughful, as he talks about trying to remember where he saw her before. She saw him glancing at her face, and she turns her head back, watching him, as her lips curl into a slight smile.
She laughs a little, her shoulders shaking slightly, as Dean talks about bumping into people. "You do that on purpose, I bet. Just so you can meet some girl you like." She was having fun with him, and she planned to tease him a little more. At least she wouldn't be bored, and he might say something just as witty to her. She watches him sip his beer, and then, he says something that caused her to remember. Standing up quickly, she slaps the side of his arm, and looks at him, her dark eyes open wide. "Oh, my god! That was you! I took my motorcycle in for a tune up, and you were the one helping me! I knew I'd seen you before!"
As she settled down a little, she laughs, and leans her slim elbow up against the bar again. Sipping at her fruity drink, and sighing slightly, she looks at him, a hint of laughter still in her eyes. "I guess it's a small world, huh, Dean? Mr. Mechanic, trying to be mysterious."
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 4, 2007 9:34:48 GMT 7
Watching her smirk at him he rose his eyebrow at her, his blue eyes darkening over being surprise by her words. Not really surprise though but it was quite unexpected. Letting out a small laugh he decided to play along with this “ I haven’t heard a compliant yet so I guess they must be good.” he said winking his eye in her direction. For some reason he didn’t know that you could make being a mechanic sound so dirty when he was actually telling the truth. He was the best at his job and he really hadn’t receive a complaint about his job services yet.
Watching her deep in thought, the way her bottom lip curl up was a turn on but he didn’t let her know that. Why did girls have to be his weakness, he thought he only had one downfall about himself and that was his hair but now he finds out that he has two and the other one was girls. Shrugging his shoulders to her comment he had to think about it. “well how else am I to meet a girl. You got any suggestion” he asked her in a curious tone. It was really a rhetorical question though and didn’t need an answer but he was interested in what she had to say.
Jumping when she hit him on the shoulder he almost slip his beer over all himself but he caught it before it did. Looking up at her he saw her expression and he heard what she said and he knew that had to be the reason why he would remember her. “Oh yeah I remember you know. You’re the girl with the really nice bike. Is it still running good.” he asked her wanting to know. He really liked her bike but he loved his more.
Sitting the beer bottle down he laugh with her. How funny he would see a customer here at the club. He wasn’t surprise that he didn’t remember her exactly because he had so many customers a day and he couldn’t remember all of them. “ yeah and it keeps getting smaller and smaller. And I wasn’t trying to be mysterious. I am mysterious” he said letting out another laugh.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 4, 2007 10:27:06 GMT 7
Lexi grinned at Dean's witty reply, he was good at playing that game. She wondered if she had surprised him a little by saying it, but with his looks, there must be a lot of girls who flirted with him. And he would flirt with them, of course. "Is the reason you haven't heard complaints because you are good, or because no one has complained? That was worth a little laugh, she was enjoying this conversation.
A Dean asks her how to meet girls, she shrugs her shoulders, a playful smirk on her lips. "You can always say, 'Hi, I'm Dean, what's your name?' Kinda lame, but it usually works for most people. If you really want to get her attention, though, find something to compliment her about her appearance. Wow, look at me, I'm giving dating advice to a guy." She grins slyly at him, shrugging her shoulders, and giving him an innocent look. She then takes another sip of her wine cooler, and actually finishes it. She wanted another of the fruity drinks, but she didn't want to drink them too fast.
Calming down after her outburst of remembering, she smiles as Dean complimented her bike. "Thanks! I love it, and yes, it's running really well. I usually only ride on the weekends. But it had been a while, it really needed the tune up. How long have you been a mechanic?" She really was trying to compliment him, and she gave him a genuine smile, a slight glint to her eyes, as she set the empty bottle on the bar. The bartender was busy, so she wasn't able to get his attention to order another drink.
When he tells her that he was truly mysterious, she laughed with him, and shook her head so that her dark hair moved across her shoulders. "Okay, Mr. Mysterious, whatever. You're going to have to convince me, though, that you can be that way. I have solved one mystery about you, though, I might be able to solve one or two more, before the night is over."
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 4, 2007 11:03:58 GMT 7
Seeing another grin on her face he could tell that she was finding him a bit amusing. She probably knew all about the game but Dean didn’t really care. Of course he knew the game being that he plays it almost every day flirting with a lot of females but sometimes some one came along and made the game so much fun. “Of course it is because I am good. If you want to find out all you have to do it ask. I might consider giving you a preview of this total package” he said trying hard not to laugh at what he just said. It even sound funny to himself. Yeah right total package.
Listening to her advice he decided to take it, smirking at her decided to do that on her just to see what she would think. “Okay so lets see I say that and I will have all kinds of girls at my feet. How about you?” he said trying to be funny. Turning his back then turning back at her he decided to see if that was true “Hey I am Dean, I was watching you over there” he said pointing his hand in the direction he was once seating in “ and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are and I was wonder if you were really here or where you just a figment of my imagination. But I guess now that I am here you could give me your name so I will know what to tell my friends when I tell them I finally meet an angel” he said smirking even harder than he did before “so Alexia what do you think.” he said raising his eyebrow.
Looking at her while she continue to laugh he couldn’t get how girls could look so cute doing that. He wonder if he looked gay laughing but he push that out of his mind when he heard her talking about her bike. “Oh that is good to hear, bring it by the shop I will look at it for you if you want me to do so.” Hearing the last part of her question he had to think about it, how long has he been a mechanic. “Well I started when I was sixteen and I been working as a mechanic officially for a year now. I should have went to college but school isn’t me.” he admit. It wasn’t that he was dumb or something he just didn’t like school.
“I am mysterious and that was only one part of me. There are so many layers to me. I bet you will have fun trying to figure me out but you probably won’t” he said letting out a laugh. She probably could he had no doubt about that at all but he hope she didn’t.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 5, 2007 7:02:14 GMT 7
And Dean was playing the game well, but Lexi could see, with her brown eyes, that he wasn't that serious about himself. And that made it a little funny, so she laughed, shaking her head as she bit her lip to try and stop. "Total package? If you weren't trying to laugh so hard, I might believe you. You're gonna have to try harder, Mr. Mysterious." Her flashing eyes show how funny she thinks he is, as she turns back to the bar, finally waving down the bartender, and ordering another wine cooler.
As she turns back to Dean, with drink in hand, she listens to his attempts at complimenting her. He was trying hard, and she didn't want to totally hurt his feelings. Adjusting the bar napkin on the outside of the bottle in her finely manicured hand, she raises her finger, her brown eyes widening a little. "Not bad, not bad, but you might do better, if you pick one thing that you really like about me. Say, my eyes, or my face, or even just my earrings. Telling me I'm beautiful is a complement, but telling me that my earrings remind you of something special is more of a turn-on. Something like this..." Reaching up toward his hair, she brushes her thin fingers across the side, lightly touching it. "Well, I'm Alexia, and I really like your hair, Dean. It's got so much texture to it, I just had to touch it. I hope I didn't mess it up too badly! You must get a lot of girls wanting to run their fingers through it." Smirking as she finishes, Lexi wonders if she were going to be a bad influence on Dean's future flirting. Maybe she would, but he seemed nice enough, she thought she could help him. "So, did you feel anything different? I could have said that you were cute, but I think my method is more effective."
Taking a delicate sip from the bottle in her hand, Lexi listens to Dean talk about being a mechanic. Thinking that he was that good because he had been doing it for so long, she nods her head slightly, her dark, straight hair hardly moving. "Oh, if I have any problem with the motorcycle, I'll bring it back to you. And hey, college isn't for everyone. But it seems to me that you get all the perks, and none of the bad stuff, from hanging out here. No homework, no tests, you can hang out with a different girl every night. Sounds like a good life to me, Mr. Mysterious."
Raising her index finger at him, she waves it back and forth, like she was scolding him. "You'll be surprised, I can figure out a lot about you. But yeah, it'll be fun to try." She laughs along with him, this was fun, and she had just about forgotten about her very late friend. And he seemed nice, even through all of the flirting, and playing around.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 7, 2007 2:23:24 GMT 7
Oh the game was what Dean was about. He had been playing it since he could remember, and had plenty of time to get his techniques together. So far it hadn’t done wrong by him but that was because he tend to go for the sleazy type that were what you could call very easy. So his job wasn’t that hard to get into their pants. A few compliments a couple of drinks and they were all over him like “I am the total package. Name someone, anyone you know that is better than me” Dean said in a conceited tone “and I am laughing at how funny this conversation is. I find it and you amusing.” Dean said with a smirk playing across his lips.
Running his lines to her he knew that she would have something to say about it. Dean didn’t usually approach a female like that. He had a different style so doing this was all new to him. Looking at her expression he could tell that he did something either right or wrong. He just had to find out which one it was. Dean didn’t like losing so if it was no then he would try to do better at it. The next time or maybe show her his real skills that he used to get a woman. “Oh but you see I like everything about a woman. The color of her eyes to the shape of her lips. I love your lips in fact. They look so” he said pausing for a bit and leaning a bit closer to her. “Luscious. I wonder how it would be if I was to kiss you, what would you do if I did” he said with a smirk on his lips. Gosh her lips were so hot and he did want to kiss them but he had a bit more self control then people would think he had. Sitting back up he took another sip from his drink “I guess I can work on that. I mean it won’t hurt me to compliment a lady now would it” Dean said with a wink of his eye. Then he filched back when she touch his hair. “I like my hair as well.” Dean was very weird about his hair, he didn’t like people to touch it but her fingers did make him feel a tingle. A small one. “Well yeah I felt a little something. Just a little” he told her before downing the rest of his drink. Placing his glass down he decided to take a rest, he didn’t want to get too wasted. He had to go to work the next day and he didn’t want to have a headache when he was there. Dean tend to be cranky when had a headache as well, plus he couldn’t afford to not work. Hearing her speak he looked up and smiled. “Okay I am there almost everyday if not you can call me on my phone. I can give you the number if you need it.” Dean said in serious tone. When it came to cars he was always serious. “And I guess so but life isn’t that easy. I have to work, and pay rent, and other things that I rather not speak of”Dean said to her last few comments.
Looking at her finger he laugh “oh really then lets see what you can find out about me” he raised his eyebrow. “ I really want to know” Dean said poking her softly in the shoulder. “Tell me what you know” he continued with laugh.
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