|
Post by Banner Gerwyn on Mar 12, 2007 19:19:04 GMT 7
"This isn't the right place," Banner muttered under her breath as she looked around the dark overly crowded nightclub. The aroma of cigarette smoke, beer and various cocktail drinks tickled her nostrils causing Banner to let out a small sneeze. Rubbing lightly on her nose, she couldn't help but wish that she could kill whoever had decided to curse her with the inability to know where she's going.
A good 2 hours back when it was only 5:12PM, Banner found it a good idea to make a visit to the nearby supermarket to re-stock her baking ingredients and maybe head to the bookshop later to get some inking materials as she was beginning to run out of them as well. But right now? Not at all. After asking around and making Godknowshowmany wrong turns, she'd ended up in the nightclub.
Smoothing out her cream coloured knitted sweater, Banner let out a loud sigh before making her way towards a random bartender. 'Might as well ask the way back to the Huntley Apartments,' she thought to herself, letting go of the main reason why she was out of the apartment while making a mental note to do it the next day. The random bartender, she noticed, had spiked up hair in the brightest shade of orange and was probably going to be the next Mr Pierced Face 2007.
The sight of it was already a not so pretty sight, it was only made worst with the dimly lighted atmosphere and an unfamiliar tune which had the lyrics 'I'm Not Okay' in it. Really. That's what Banner's feeling at that moment. Not Okay. Restraining herself from any other judgemental thoughts, Banner raised a hand motioning for the bartender to come over as she sat herself on one of the wooden stools.
"'Ow may I 'elp you today miss?" He asked in a rather too enthusiastic tone. Were all bartenders like this? Banner couldn't help but ponder at the thought.
She nervously tucked in a loose strand of hair behind her ear, willing herself not to be intimidated with the piercings and funky hair colour, "Well, um, could you by any chance give me directions to the bus stop at the Huntley Apartments?" Just as he was in mid sentence of telling her, Banner's vision suddenly blacked out followed by a rather familiar voice saying 'Guess who?'
|
|
|
Post by Rebecca Gunther on Mar 12, 2007 23:28:48 GMT 7
Rebecca swiftly passed others through the crowded area, trying to make her way to where all the drinks could be found. Of course, you actually needed your ID to be able to have some alcohol but luckily, she brought her fake ID everywhere she went just in case. Her right hand was clamped tightly around Christiane's, in fear of her suddenly disappearing in the crowd or possibly running away from the fun she was soon about to endure.
See, Chrissy here was one to always make it obvious to Becca that she didn't like being brought to parties, but that didn't stop Becca from dragging her along. In fact, although they've had their many differences, they were close enough to know each other well, and Becca knew that despite the faces she makes during the parties and nights out, somewhere inside that thick demeanor of hers, Christiane secretly enjoys being dragged to the parties with Rebecca. If not at all, maybe even more.
"Come on, I'm in serious need of a drink," she said, a small smirk plastered onto her lips.
Catching a glimpse of the familar, light brown hair that she's clashed with back at the University plenty of times, Becca's small smirk soon diminished, being replaced with an even wider smile. Huh. Looks like Deja Vu is repeating itself, yet again considering Christiane had met Banner through Rebecca, quite a while back. Sneaking up on her, she covered Banner's eyes with her hands and leaned in, turning back to look at Christiane just once with a wide smile.
"Guess who?" Rebecca said in one of her own made-up tunes.
|
|
|
Post by Christiane Christiansen on Mar 13, 2007 0:12:00 GMT 7
Momentarily, lightheartedly embracing the nauseatingly enticing scent of sweat and tears, Christiane difficultly walked pass the steamy shadows and bodies that were romantically sipping beer by the dance floor, or vehemently kissing strangers' lips at the empty tables. Clinging onto Rebecca's hand, Christiane wondered once more why she had allowed her friend to drag to yet another party; had she not promised herself to never let her do that to her again? She continuously, vainly tried to convince her that she had important essays to write, more books to read: But hah, who was she kidding? Not even she could convince Rebecca, or anyone else that she hated being dragged to those parties. Ah, the lies she often loved to tell herself.
"You owe me, you know," she roughly said to Rebecca, trying hard to hide the smirk that was drawn on her lips. "And if you make me drink more than two shots of vodka, two bottles of beer, and one bottle of champagne, then you'll owe me double," she said, with a chuckle, trying too hard to be sarcastic.
"Guess who?," she heard Rebecca say to Banner.
Ah, Banner Banner Banner: yet another tall person to whom she was introduced, via Rebecca. She found it amusing, quite frankly: she must have looked like Rebecca's and Banner's younger sister! What else would anyone think of two tall, gigantic, hot women, accompanied with a short, thirteen year old looking girl? It was true, Chris's looks were too deceiving; in fact, she was merely hoping that no one would have to ask her for her ID, this time. It was getting annoyingly recurrent, the past few weeks.
"It's the giant and the elf!," Christiane said loudly, hoping Banner would hear her. "She dragged me here, again," Christiane said, playfully poking Becca on the side. She did not quite know who she was fooling with those semi untrue statements; was it herself, or everyone else? The wide smile on her face, and the shy gleam in her eyes could only dupe the willing, which in that case, was her. Was it really any good for her to pretend that she hated to party?
|
|
|
Post by Banner Gerwyn on Mar 13, 2007 18:35:06 GMT 7
Banner ran through a mental list of people whom she thought possible of standing behind her at the moment. She couldn't quite make out who it was even though it sounded fairly familiar. Who knows, it could be the Cookie Monster who keeps talking to her about Elmo being red and not blue in her trues. But then again, Banner was never too attentive in remembering names or other vital information let alone voices so she decided to be silly and go with, "You can take the money, please don't kill me." Somehow half of her meant what she just pleaded.
"It's the giant and the elf. She dragged me here, again," was the reply she received. Giant and elf? Another vaguely familiar line. Where had she heard it before? Somewhat agitated with not being able to see, Banner tried to pull the hands which prevented her from seeing the green and blue lit room. Just as she placed her own hands on the stranger's, she noticed that it was soft and... womanly. Of course it had to be a woman's hand, it was a woman's voice, Jesus Christ! Trying to get rid of the hands were just as close to being a failure seeing how strong its grip was and the fact that Banner was physically weak didn't help much either.
Putting all thoughts on her weak condition aside, Banner couldn't help but feel the eyes of the bartender boring into her as she was being teased by people who seemed to know her. She rummaged through a mental drawer of memories to search for a certain incident that may have the words 'giant' or 'elf' in case it'd been a daily used word seeing as it had ignited some sort of alarm in Banner's system. Not successful. Her forgetfulness seemed to be much more overpowering than she expected it to be.
Letting out a groan of surrender, Banner flung her hands to her laps and pursed her lips, "Fine. I give up. Take the money and kill me if you must."
|
|
|
Post by Rebecca Gunther on Mar 15, 2007 15:27:39 GMT 7
Becca threw her head back slightly at this and laughed loudly at how hopeless Banner was being. If it wasn't Becca and in fact a stalker [slash] rapist [slash] stalker and rapist that had their hands covering Banner's eyes, she wondered how it would've turned out. "Really? I can have your money and I can kill you?" she said, chuckling lightly, "As tempting as that sounds Miss Banner Gerwyn, I don't think so."
Pulling her hands away gently, Rebecca turned the stool that Banner was sitting on around so that she was now facing both her and Christiane, before quickly throwing a pose, one arm resting on Christiane's shoulder and the other on her hip. "Psst," she whispered, trying to get dear Chrissy's attention, "Quick, strike a pose!" Looking back at the odd, yet somewhat bemused look on Banner's face, she quickly forced a wide smile before bursting out in laughter. "Like Chrissy here just said, 'It's the Giant and the Elf!'"
Standing back in her normal position and pulling back from the pose that she hoped hadn't ached Christiane's shoulder much, Rebecca eyed Banner. "So, what are you doing here anyway? I didn't know you partied here," she asked.
Short. But it's all I could think of. >.<
|
|
|
Post by Christiane Christiansen on Mar 17, 2007 17:04:34 GMT 7
"A po- a pose?," Christiane said, baffled, rapidly closing her eyes and making a kissy face.
What a retarded kissy face; she looked like a salty rotten fish that chef Bernard was going to dissect, to extract her ovaries. Yes, she had quite an avid imagination, this Chris; she too often daydreamed in class, but never did it quite stop her from getting grades. She was a bit of a nutcase, and a proud one at that. She laughed slightly at Banner's statement; who would rob and kill her? People were either too scared of her height or too enchanted by her beauty. She definitely would not be robbed. Or killed. Or raped. Or molested. Or kidnapped. Hah.
"That's an interesting theory, with my biological knowledge, I could kill anyone while making it seem like an accident," Christiane said, hoping she would not freak them out much. "I'm joking!," she added, leaning on the bar. "Can I please have a beer?," she said to the eerie looking bartender.
"I'm gonna need some ID here, missy," the bartender said, probably mistaking her for a teenager.
"Oh crap," she said, taking her fake ID our of Rebecca's purse. Ah, how she loved dear sweet, sweet Becca for getting her a fake ID. Neither one of them would be able to drink if it were not for them. Where she got them from remained a mystery to Christiane, however; she simply assumed that Becca had had many connections. Hah. Yet, she still hated these situations; she hated looking too young for her age. "There, see? I'm twenty two," she said, narrowing her eyebrows, showing him her fake ID that said Alex Iglesias. Born in 1984.
"There ya go, pumpkin. Nice name," he said, opening a bottle of beer with his bare hands. "Anything else for the ladies?"
"Christ, I should just tell them I'm with my parents," Christiane said to herself.
She did look far too young to be twenty, but it still bothered her when others mistook her for being sixteen years old. She hopelessly looked at both Banner and Becca, wishing she could be as tall as they were; perhaps people would think she was older, then? Her facial features were too deceiving, however, she doubted height would solve the age problem. It was still fun to dream, though.
|
|
|
Post by Banner Gerwyn on Mar 25, 2007 20:28:39 GMT 7
Banner felt a slight rush of panic in her veins. As much as she wanted to find her way back to where she came from, she didn't want to robbed in the middle of a nightclub or probably even sexually harrassed by a 'giant' and 'elf'. It would've been an insufferable thought let alone sight. Before she had the chance to plead even more, Banner felt the hands around her eyes removing itself leaving her with a blurred vision of her surroundings. Just as she was about to see things clearly, she was spun around only to face the one of the main duos in her life.
Rebecca and Christiane.
Ah, how could she have missed that? Giant and Elf. Chris couldn't stop referring to the themselves as that immediately after noticing the major height difference between Banner and Rebecca. Don't get me wrong, Chris is one tall girl. Standing at a slim 5'6" frame and all. It was the fact which she hung out with taller people like Banner and Rebecca which made her seem so much like one of Santa's little helpers. Her innocently young face was not much help in making her seem the age she really is which was 20. All these only added up to people thinking that she was still a teenager trying to be 20 something.
A nervous smile was plastered onto her face when the inseperable pair striked a pose in front of her in the very least heroic or comedic way. The sight of Christiane putting on a face which made her seem like she was in the midst of constipation had only caused Banner to tuck her hair behind her ear and bite her bottom lip. Cocking an eyebrow to Rebecca's question, Banner was about to say something juvenille before she realised that it was a very normal question seeing that she was in a nightclub and all, "Oh no!" Banner raised both her hands while letting out a small laugh, "I was going to the grocery store for some baking ingredients and well..." she paused to think of a suitable word but ended up spazzing out.
It was a wonder how people could even bear with her random spazzes. Once she'd even caught herself thinking about what she'd do when she was 60 while in the middle of a very important course presentation, deliberately embarassing herself in front of 31 classmates and scratching herself a B- for it.
I'm sorry it's not one of my best! >_<
|
|