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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 30, 2007 11:38:37 GMT 7
Dean was in a clubbing mood; yes he was on his way to his favorite spot. He was there almost every night when he wasn’t tired from working all day. It wasn’t as if his job was hard but sometimes he had his bad day where he had to do about 15 jobs and other days it was slow. Fortunate for him today was a slow day and he didn’t have that much to do. He happened to stay a little bit cleaner than he usually does and he didn’t smell that bad after he was finish for the day.
Of course he went home and took a nice long shower getting himself all nice and clean. He didn’t want to go to the club looking like a bum. Walking in the club he walked towards the bar and ordered himself a drink. Dean was more of a beer man, he couldn’t be asked to drink any frilly drinks. A nice cold beer is what he need and it remind him of the Coyote, a bar that he went to that only serve beer and he wonder why he didn’t go there instead.
But Dean knew the answer to that, it was too crowd for his taste but the beer was great. It was tad bit noisy and people grabbing at you kind of freak him out but it was a nice place. Looking back he saw the bartender place his drink on the counter and Dean handed him the money then picked up his beer taking a swig and letting the cold beer slide down his throat. What more could a man ask for.
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Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 2, 2007 16:02:25 GMT 7
{I am soooooo sorry for not responding earlier, I've had a busy weekend working. Ugh! }
Saturday night. Ah, everyone always had fun on saturday nights with Liz's group. But tonight she was going to go by herself and check out the hot guys and just dance the night away like she used to before she got addicted to it. While getting ready in her room at home, she was bobbing her head to the music she would be dancing to, techno and rave had been her favorite for awhile lately because it was just a good way to move and be comfortable around everyone. She stood up on her heels and looked herself in the mirror, her outfit was perfect. Red usually made her stand out most of the time.
Straightening out her denim jeans made her look sexy, long legs were just not her style. She was short, about 5 '6, so it was decent when she wore heels. She snickered as she fluffed out her hair and was ready to go. She looked at herself in the mirror and she was ready to go. With her long jet black hair curled, and her sking complexion somewhat sparkly, she was set for sure. Taking her purse and her sidekick, then car keys she exited her bedroom door to the front door after turning off her music. Turning off her house lights, she walked to her car, and turned the engine, while as well as the radio, and stepped on the gas a bit as she went off to the club.
It didn't take too long to get to the club. The ride was about ten minutes on the freeway at the least. She smirked when she drove off the ramp to the exit, and parked her way as she turned down the street to the valet parking. Handing her keys to the guy outside, she gradually made her way into the club after paying her admission into the place from waiting in the VIP area, she walked inside, and bobbed her head, and the first thing she saw, was the middle of the dance floor. She began to dance along to the music with a guy just that she picked with, and noticed over by the bar, a really gorgeous guy drinking beer, holy crap it was Dean.. she thought and hoped he wasn't watching her shaking her body towards this guy right here.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 4, 2007 2:48:27 GMT 7
Blah sorry for crappy reply Slowly drinking on his beer he looked out on the dance floor. He saw a lot of nice looking girls. Some tend to catch his eye from the moment he saw them but he wasn’t that interested in them. Dean was looking for something new and exciting when he spot someone in a read top, he though he knew her but he met so many people he couldn’t be sure. Taking a last swig of his beer he placed the empty bottle on the table and stood up walking over in the lady direction. She was dancing up on a guy that had no chances with her in the first place. Dean could tell that she only wanted to dance with him because he was on the floor.
Walking closer her could tell that it was his friend Liza, and he need from the way that she smiled. Closing the distance he push his way behind her so she was dancing with him instead of the bloke that she was dancing with before. Tapping her on the shoulder he smiled a silly grin and then “If I know you were going to be here I would have came with you” he whispered in her ear as he continued to dance with her.
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Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 5, 2007 10:40:08 GMT 7
Elizabeth didn't even realize that she was still dancing with some stranger when she really wanted to be dancing with Dean. She glanced over on the stage and wanted to see who else was here, no one really. Then she looked over at the bar again where he was sitting, he was no where to be found, she grinned quietly, then someone tapped her on the shoulder, she blinked and closed her eyes for a second, as she did she didn't want to turn around because the familiar response was getting to her. “If I know you were going to be here I would have came with you.." The person had said to her.
A male voice of course, Dean Andrews. Hottie of her school that he had graduated from or he did she wasn't sure, he never really told her the whole story. "Well I forgot I had your number, if I found it, I would've called you...." She breathed deepily, and nodded at the guy that was already dancing with her. "Excuse me, but thanks for the dance, I'm going to dance with him," She explained, and the guy didn't seem like he understood. "Look I said stop it! I'm dancing with Dean..." She looked over at Dean, and wanted to scream at this guy who was practically touching all over her. She gave the look to Dean, like do something or whatnot. She grit her teeth and glared at the guy who touched her hips, "Get your hands off me!" She said and wanted to dance with Dean, but nobody would let her.
"Dean do something," She said to him and gripped onto Dean's hand for help, and stepped from the guy she was dancing with. She would thank him later if anything happened with this stupid guy who wouldn't listen to her demands.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 6, 2007 15:30:21 GMT 7
Smirking down at her he could feel her body tense up when he tap her on the shoulder. He didn’t want to scare her but it seem that he did it. “Oh love you know you shouldn’t lose my number. That hurts a little bit you know” he said in a mock sad tone. He wasn’t really sad, but he wanted her to think that he was sad. He didn’t mind her losing his number because he had her number in his cell phone, so it didn’t matter. Hearing her excuse the other guy from dancing with her a smile swipe across his face. He didn’t like sharing with people so he was happy that she just wanted to dance with him.
“You heard the lady” Dean said a few seconds after Eliza did because the dude didn’t seem to get the clue. Was he death or plan stupid and did he not realize that Dean was a lot tougher than he was. Dean didn’t get why people were so stupid and didn’t know how to listen. It irrate him so when the guy started touching her it was really pass the point. “Hey keep your hands to yourself wanker.”Dean yell out to the guy. Pulling Eliza behind her he had a look on his face as if he was going to kill someone. Holding up his fist he was ready to punch the guy in the face. His temper was on the max now and it took a long time for him to cool down.
Hitting the guy and the face he yank he hand back and turn back to look at Eliza seeing if she was okay. A pain flashing through his hand but he didn’t care at that moment He felt worst pain than that before so he knew that he would live.
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Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 6, 2007 15:47:54 GMT 7
"Oh love you know you shouldn’t lose my number. That hurts a little bit you know," She rolled her eyes and smirked when she knew he was probably joking but she went along with it. "Aww you poor baby.....I'm sorry...." she giggled, and teased him, as she kept getting felt up by the damn stranger, there were now people starting to watch and join in on the threesome. It was funny how just one thing turned into one big thing, and she didn't want this to happen.
"You heard the lady. Hey keep your hands to yourself wanker.” When he pushed her behind him to protect herself, she stood behind him more, so she wouldn't get hurt. She glared at the guy in front of Dean and just gasped because now she was scared, she didn't think this would ever happen again. She hated going to clubs by herself, this was why she needed a boyfriend, and just to be safe again. "Dean stop he's not worth it...." She squeeled, and told him gently, she was then being shoved back even more when he hit the guy harder. She couldn't stand it when guys fought it was too brutal. Next time she would invite him to come along.
After the asshole disappeared, Dean's face was beat red, and his body shaking in pain, she rushed to his side and pulled him over to the side of the bar where the VIP rooms were. She gave him a big hug at first to thank him, "Dean I'm so sorry.....I didn't know he was going to do that...I'm so sorry Dean..." She kept repeating, "Come on lets take you to a near by place, and I'll clean you up...how's that sound?" She asked questioning him like girl would treat her man. Maybe one day they could be, you never know. "Are you ok?" She asked this time and took his hands that were bruised and rubbed her hands over them to calm him down.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 6, 2007 16:26:41 GMT 7
He continue to dance with her, it was nice and for a moment it was like no one else was in the room. Then she started to talk and Dean came back to reality. “Yeah poor me. You should be but I guess I can forgive you. I mean you are here now and I guess that is what really matters.” he said with a grin spreading across his face. Then things started to get bad, if one thing wasn’t bad enough then another thing happen. Why did people have to be so stupid. He still wouldn’t probably figure that out which could be a good thing or bad thing depends on how you look at it.
Pushing her behind him, all Dean was doing was making sure that Eliza was safe. He rather get hurt than to have her hurt because she was small and fragile and he was so big not so fragile. Plus his mother taught him to never hit a woman or touch them when they didn’t want to be touched so he didn’t like how the dude was doing that. Dean was not a good man all the time but he tried his best to be the best person he could be. “No he doesn’t have the right to touch you. You didn’t ask him to touch you. You ask him to leave you alone and he must be bad at hearing” Dean said in a heat tone. Not really directed at her but more at the guy.
He didn’t know what happen next. All he knew was that he was sore all over and it felt like a semi truck ran over him 5 times. He felt like his hand was broken and he was in so much pain but he didn’t want to show that he was. Letting out a sigh he was happy that they guy finally left. He heard a muffle voice and he felt someone hug him but he wince in pain. Hearing her voice he tried to calm down. Now that everything was cool Dean had no reason to be mad. “No it isn’t your fault. I will be alright.”he said through some deep breaths. “Sure I don’t think I want to be here any longer anyway” Dean said trying to stand up feeling pain shoot up his hand. He hope he didn’t break his hand. He didn’t even use the right hand movement for a punch so he might have. Wincing as she touch his hand “no I will be fine. I just need to wash up okay” he said trying to hide his pain.
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Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 7, 2007 17:03:13 GMT 7
After a few minutes later, they tried dancing for a bit, this was getting to be a crazy night, she thought. “Yeah poor me. You should be but I guess I can forgive you. I mean you are here now and I guess that is what really matters.” She grinned and winked at him, he was gorgeous, and smiled this time when he said that to her, it was so sweet. "Awww your such a gentlemen you know that?" She snickered, and placed a hand on his shoulder, protecting her and all he really was one. Dean Andrews, gentlemen in the making. Hmmm sounds good. But badass suits him more.
A bad ass made Dean, himself. He was sexy with that judgement, it was just how he was. “No he doesn’t have the right to touch you. You didn’t ask him to touch you. You ask him to leave you alone and he must be bad at hearing," She sighed nodding, it was true, he spoke the truth. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you Dean...Honestly thank you..I am so glad your here....Do you want to get a drink for that pain?" She question, drinking does heal the pain sometimes, only if it's not that kinda pain. Though this one might be bad. He might have to go see the nurse or something.
"No it isn’t your fault. I will be alright. Sure I don’t think I want to be here any longer anyway. No I will be fine. I just need to wash up okay," She rubbed his hand a bit more, then looked up to see him wincing, just caught a glimpse of him. "Your hurt Dean...Come on, were going to my place, or what about your's? It's not safe to be here anyways..." She mumbled, she would rather much be safer in his arms, but then again he was the one hurting and it was all her fault.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 10, 2007 9:18:23 GMT 7
Looked at her and smiled when she winked at him, gosh she was so beautiful or maybe it was just the lighting. No she was beautiful and he had to admit that. A gentleman, yeah right he was a gentlemen. Dean was a pompous jackass who only cared about himself most of the time. Sometimes he could be a gentlemen. I mean you can’t be a jack ass all the time. “Well I guess I can be a gentleman sometimes. Do you like it? Was it a turn on to you” he said giving her a sly smile. Of course he had to add a witty comment in with that, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t.
Smirking when she kiss him on the chick he heard her talk after that and tune in on her voice from the loud music in the club. “Oh that is okay, no need to thank me. And sure I guess I can take a whiskey, I am feeling a bit parched” Dean said clearing his throat, trying to get the dryness out of his throat. Gosh the club did feel a lot more hotter than it did before. It felt like he was burning up but with the drink it would probably make him cool down and take the pain away. Which he might say it was throbbing badly, but he tried his best not to show it.
Filching when she touch his hand he close his eyes slightly and try to not let out a scream. Gosh like hell that hurt but he couldn’t show any pain, that would be weakness and he couldn’t be weak in front of anyone. “No I am fine, and sure lets go to my place. I can get change there and we can talk okay” he said trying to get off on the floor before they got trample by the dancers.
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Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 11, 2007 7:34:20 GMT 7
{Awww how cute. } "Well I guess I can be a gentleman sometimes. Do you like it? Was it a turn on to you," She raised an eyebrow at him a turn on? What was he thinking. Maybe. " Hmmm I don't know your going to have to figure that out later on......Yes I did like it," She grinned biting her lip as they were now somewhat flirting. He was sexy, if she could only run her hands up and down his chest, and his abs, oh man, he was her type of guy, she grinned again widely this time. She then thought about Derrick, the other older gorgeous guy she met awhile back, he was a hearthrob to beat too. They both seemed like they could compete against each other. Yum. “Oh that is okay, no need to thank me. And sure I guess I can take a whiskey, I am feeling a bit parched,” She snickered and shrugged it was just the way how she was, if someone did that for her again in the future she would thank them, because that was the bravest thing that a guy could do for her. " But I want too....come on then," She said and took him by the arm ever so gently, it felt nice walking close to Dean. Dean and Liz, what a cute couple name. She licked her lips and as they walked to the bar, she leaned over on the counter, " Can I have a glass of whiskey please, and one white russian?" She asked the bartender. She showed her id, because she always got carded. This club was a 18 and over club, so what. Oh well. " Thanks..." Within a few seconds even, the bartender was fast, she got her drink and handed his to Dean. "No I am fine, and sure lets go to my place. I can get change there and we can talk okay,” She kept wondering about that, men never showed pain, and he was being good at it. She sensed something, and that something was lying. " Alright, after this drink, you'll have to show me the way....Because I don't know where you live....yea, talking would be nice," She smiled and couldn't stop staring into his gorgeous eyes. She swallowed hard as she sipped her alcoholic drink, she was just wanting to do more with him each time she said something.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 12, 2007 23:02:51 GMT 7
Dean smirked at her after he spoke to her about him being nice being a turn on to her, waiting on her answer wondering what her question would be. It must have been the pain talking through him, not it was the pain and him. Hearing her answer his smile got wider with what she said “mhm I like your idea, and what night that be, the later on thing. You know how I don’t like surprises, or you know now.” Dean said trying to figure this girl out. “Oh that is good, I thought it would” he said to her last comment. Dean was being his silly self again even thought the pain was getting bad, he tried to ignore it.
Hearing her snicker he stuck his tongue out at hr and smile, he really didn’t want to be thanked for doing something that was right. No he wouldn’t allow her to do that. “No, I really don’t need it” Dean said with a smile. He thought it was so cute that she insist that she thanked him. He really thought it was the cutest thing that he saw. Feeling her hand on his arm helping him stand up and walked towards the bar. She was so closed to him, and he didn’t mind. One half is that he didn’t think that he could stand up by himself and the other thin was because he hadn’t really noticed how close they really. Sitting down he listen as she order there drinks.
Grabbing the drink from her he drown his mouth with the liquor, feeling himself getting a little better. The pain a least, or maybe it was the fact that he was trying to ignore it. Finishing his drink he looked over to her to see if she was finished and ready to leave “don’t worry it isn’t that far away from my apartment. It is easy to get to when you get use to the streets” he said with laugh, he could remember when he first moved to New York and how confusing things were to get around.
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Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 13, 2007 7:47:19 GMT 7
“mhm I like your idea, and what night that be, the later on thing. You know how I don’t like surprises, or you know now.” She blushed this time when he said this, " I remember you said something like that in the past...Hmmm...Maybe I'll hint it to you, but you probably already know how I feel," She said with a flashing smile. Yes she liked Dean alot, but she wasn't sure if he liked her, he was different, and complicated to read. “Oh that is good, I thought it would” Although when he was different, sometimes he acted goofy, like he was being right now a bit. " Your too cute when you laugh. You know that?" She said to him and couldn't stop staring in his eyes. "No, I really don’t need it” She smirked, she had somewhat of an idea. “don’t worry it isn’t that far away from my apartment. It is easy to get to when you get use to the streets” She whined a bit, " But Dean! Maybe we shouldn't waste our money from being here...I mean you know we should change our moods and dance a little, try to cheer you up a bit...." She grinned and winked at him, then the song that came on was 'If se-sexy never left, get everybody over here,' it was some upbeat dance remix song, and Liz just felt like dancing with Dean but she couldn't earlier because someone interrupted them. " Come on Dean just one dance or two before we leave?" She asked, and she began to shake her hips a bit, as she grabbed his hands and put them on her waist. She took her finger and called him to the middle of the dance floor as gazed in his eyes. " Please!" She begged, it was just this one time thing, who knows if they would ever bump into each other at a club again, maybe they might go next time together. Who knows? {Shall we make a new thread after this? Oh what's the name of this song title you have for the thread, who sings it? It's stuck in my head, bc I heard it last night. lol!}
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