I Forgot to Remember to Forget -OPEN- Feb 23, 2009 4:44:16 GMT 10
Post by jessi on Feb 23, 2009 4:44:16 GMT 10
The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.
It had been awhile since Paige had actually been out to do something, other than write. She needed an escape, and Fuel felt like the perfect excuse. One, because she'd never been there in her two years of attending WUoA, and two, there was loud music and drinks, even if she wasn't much of a drinker. With all of this drama with Jackson and Holly-Ann, she just wanted to get away. She wanted to forget about everything for one night. If that was possible.
As she walked toward the nightclub, she looked up toward the night sky. Nothing but black. All the stars hidden from the city lights. It was freezing out, and the night's breeze didn't help at all. Paige hugged her jacket closer to her body. She reached the door and the bouncer stopped her. "ID please?" he said in a hoarse voice. She looked at him like he was crazy. He was kidding right? She was plenty old enough to get in. "Are you kidding me right now?" she half laughed. With a serious face, he stepped in front of the door, arms crossed. "ID, or you don't get in little missy." he answered. Rolling her eyes, Paige fished around in her bag. "Fine. Here." she said, handing it to him.
He studied the picture on the ID, and then looked at her, as if trying to see if it was fake. Finally he gave it back to her and stepped aside. "Thank you!" Paige snorted, pushing past him. It felt a hundred times warmer inside, due to all the bodies so close together. As she walked toward the bar, she began to take off her jacket. So far, she couldn't see anyone she recognized. But it kind of dark, so she wasn't sure.
She had to elbow her way through the crowd in order to reach the bar. Once there, she put her jacket on the back of her chair and sat down. Almost immediately the bartender was taking her order. "Ah, a new face. And what can I get for you beautiful?" he asked her with a wink and an impish grin. Paige chuckled and thought for a moment before saying, "A White Russian?". It wasn't her first time drinking, but she tried not to get messed up like alot of other people did. The barteneder nodded and walked off to make her drink.
Paige looked around with a satisfied smile. This was a good escape from reality. Loud, booming music. Flashing, colorful lights. Drinking. Dancing. It seemed perfect enough. But would it really take her mind off of Jackson for awhile? Hopefully. Finally, she bartender was back with her drink. She smiled a thanks at him, and picked it up, taking a sip. Hey, it tasted pretty good. She'd never had it before. There's a first time for everything.