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Post by jessi on Feb 23, 2009 4:44:16 GMT 10
PAIGE ROBERTS 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.
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Post by sweartoshakeitup on Feb 23, 2009 8:12:39 GMT 10
can't you see i'm trying||
i don't even like it, i just lied.
It was time for fun. Was fun here? Linden wasn't sure, but at least it was getting him away from school and studying for awhile. This sure wasn't a quiet place to write, but... it was something. A place to just relax and drink away all your stress, he supposed. And besides, he had been writing nonstop for a long time now. He just needed to relax.
He wasn't too much of a drinker, especially compared to some of the students at WUofA. It seemed crowded at the nightclub, and for sure a lot of the kids were underage. But Linden was sure that he would get in: for one thing, he had been sneaking into nightclubs since the day he turned 17; for another, he knew this bouncer very well. Since freshman year he had been nodding and showing fake IDs to him.
The bouncer nodded to him with familiarity. "ID, kid?" Linden shoved the usual fake ID towards him. With barely a glance at him, the bouncer half-smiled and waved him through. Linden smiled with glee. Success, again.
He took off his jacket as the temperature automatically increased inside the club. It was dark, darker than even the night sky outside, except for the pulsating lights on the dance floor and the few lights around the bar.
He pushed his way through the crowd to the bar, where he nodded again to the bartender, who had just served a girl who... looked familiar? Linden blinked a few times. Yes, she did. He had seen her around campus. She was a writer, but definitely not a writer in his grade. Maybe a year or so older.
"Hey there. Do I know you?" He sat down as the bartender began to approach him and turned to the girl.
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Post by jessi on Feb 23, 2009 9:44:51 GMT 10
PAIGE ROBERTS The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.
Paige looked in the direction the voice had come from, to see if who ever it was was taking to her or not. It was a guy from school, maybe in a younger grade. "Hey yourself. Um, I don't know. I think we go to school together." she said with a polite smile. She looked him over. Obviously he was younger then she was. "So did the pull the fake ID bit, or did you sneak in through the back?", she asked with a grin as she took a sip of her White Russian.
What was his name again? Oh well, she'd find out. Hey, maybe this guy could help her have a little fun for one night. Writing had really taken alot out of her time, and she didn't really have any friends anymore. But writing was her life, it was her whole world. Besides Jackson, it was the most important thing in her world. Paige looked around, watching people dance.
She took another sip of her drink and looked back toward Linden. For a younger guy he was okay looking. Running her fingers through her hair, she waiting for his answer and bobbed her head to the music. It was a fast song, sung by some guy she'd never heard of. Paige wasn't too familiar to the music world. She liked some songs, but mostly stuck her writing.
But the lyrics to the song played out a memory in her head. Jackson... she thought, and placed her fingers upon the pendant around her neck. The one Jackson had bought her for her birthday a year ago. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Would things ever be back to the way they should be?
Knowing she probably looked sad for a moment, she shook her head, and smiled. Looking back at the guy, she tilted her head to the side and did her best to seem happy. That's what she needed. To be happy. She needed to be happy in order to right again. Ever since her little run in with Jackson at the theater, her writing had been shot to hell. A serious case of writer's block had washed over her lately, and she couldn't seem to shake it.
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Post by sweartoshakeitup on Feb 23, 2009 10:40:39 GMT 10
The bartender came over and smiled at Linden, again with familiarity. He came here too often, apparently.
"Linden. What can I get for ya?" Linden paused. He didn't even really care right now, so he wasn't sure what he would get.
"I'll have what she had." As the bartender nodded and turned away, Linden faced the girl. "WU of A, right? I'm a writing major." He grinned as she figured him out. "Caught me. ID trick. I'm Linden, but don't call me that. El, Elliot, whatever you want as long as it isn't Linden. And I can't believe I don't know the name of the incredibly pretty, junior girl I'm sitting with. What is your name?" He smiled. He wasn't trying to flirt with her. He was being polite. She was pretty, and he was guessing that she was a junior.
"Good song, huh?" He commented, trying to make conversation. It wasn't usually hard, but as he didn't know this girl he wasn't sure if she was loud and talkative or more quiet and conserved. He didn't know if she would consider him way too pushy with all his talking.
He noticed her hands drift toward a pendant on her neck. Probably a gift from a guy or something. "You don't have to pretend to be happy. Talk to me, I'll listen."
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Post by jessi on Feb 24, 2009 10:46:27 GMT 10
PAIGE ROBERTS The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.
Paige smiled, finally! Another writing major. She didn't know any of the others on campus. "Oh yeah! I thought you looked familiar. You're in my writing class right?", she asked with a smile, all the while, twirling her pendant between her fingers. It was an unconscious action, something she'd grown so used to doing, that she never noticed it anymore.
She couldn't help but laugh. This guy was serious when it came to his name. When he called her pretty, she just smirked and rolled her eyes. "My name's Paige. It's nice to meet you Elliot." She gave a small tilt of her head and smiled. Her hand left her necklace long enough to take the final few sips of her drink, then she ordered another.
When he commented on the song, she shrugged. "Um, I guess it's fine. I don't really know it. I..don't listen to too much music. I tend to stick to my writing rather than step closer to being a deaf person." She laughed, and thanked the bartender when he handed her a new drink. "I dunno. I guess I'm just more comfortable with my books, ya know. It's like, I can escape to a whole new world that I created."
As the subject moved toward her emotions, she thought for awhile, her fingers trailing her necklace. She'd put Jackson out of her mind for a brief moment, but Elliot had brought all her thoughts crashing back. "It's just my ex boyfriend. I really miss him. I love him so much, and he still loves me to. I know he does. He told me, recently. He promised we'd be together again, soon. He said he just need to end it with his girlfriend first. I just don't know when that will be." Her voice came quiet and soft.
Wow, it actually felt good to talk to someone about what was on her mind. Paige looked at Elliot then, and smiled brightly. "It actually feels really good to talk to somebody." she laughed. Hmm, maybe she and this Elliot guy could become good friends, she just had to watch out for more people lying and telling Jackson she was cheating on him. The thought really pissed her off. Why would someone do that? Lie and ruin someone's life like that? As if they didn't even care.
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Post by sweartoshakeitup on Feb 25, 2009 6:01:33 GMT 10
can't you see i'm trying||
i don't even like it, i just lied.
Oh, so that was where he knew her from. Finally, another writer. "Another writer. I thought they had all gone into hiding from the lack of them around and off campus. Nice to meet you, too, Paige," he smiled.
This was good. He had a writing... friend? Maybe. He wasn't completely sure if she would consider him a friend yet, but she seemed friendly enough to him. Definitely a plus.
"Exactly, I haven't heard it either... I was actually hoping you had," he grinned again sheepishly. He took another sip of his drink, but talking occupied a lot of his time. He would sip when she talked. "You seem to like that necklace a lot. Was it a gift?"
Okay, now you've done it. Now she's gonna call you pushy, tell you to go away, and leave you feeling like an ass. He knew it was probably a touchy subject, something that brought a lot of feelings back.
"You don't have to answer that."
His thoughts lingered on his own ex, back home in Palo Alto, but he brushed them aside. Happy thoughts, he told himself. Happy thoughts. Don't let that...
It showed on his face, he knew it. So he sipped his drink intelligently and hoped she wasn't observant, even though she was a writer so there was probably a slim chance of that.
It was good to have someone to talk to, and the two probably would grow to be friends. Hopefully. It would be nice to be close to another writer. Already he could see they thought the same way about things, even about writing. It made them closer than others, in a way. They had that special connection: they knew what it felt like to write, to just get away to another place where all it was was you and the words, you and the paper, writing your heart out. Pouring out everything that came to you on the paper.
It was a special feeling, and it took another true writer to understand.
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Post by jessi on Feb 25, 2009 12:22:43 GMT 10
PAIGE ROBERTS The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.
Paige laughed. To say her necklace meant a lot to her was an understatement. "Yeah. Jackson gave it to me for my birthday. It's like, my favorite accessory." She gave a brilliant smile. It was so great to converse with someone other than herself for a change. Running a hand through her hair, she shook it out, trying to give it some life.
"And don't worry. I don't mind answering. Feel free to ask whatever you want." With that said, she shrugged her shoulders.
She listened more intently to the music. It was actually really good. "Hey. I'm not a very good dancer, so I might embarrass you, but do you wanna dance? I need some fun. Ha ha." She laughed and titled her head to the side before finishing off her drink. Trent, the bartender, asked if she wanted a refill, but she declined. She'd already had two, and they were pretty big and mostly vodka. It was beginning to get to her. Loosing her up.
Instead she asked for a cold bottled water. Elliot probably wouldn't want to put up with her when she was drunk. he wasn't so pretty when she was drunk. Being here, thinking happy thoughts, was bringing her muse back. Her story was already playing out in her head.
A serious relationship gets taken over by drugs, alcohol, and violence, etc., etc. It seemed good enough. She just had to remember it in the morning.
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Post by sweartoshakeitup on Feb 26, 2009 9:00:23 GMT 10
can't you see i'm trying||
i don't even like it, i just lied.
As he drained the last few sips of his second drink, Linden felt himself dizzy a little. It happened a little sometimes. He would get over it, though. He could almost feel Paige loosening up before him as she drained her drink, too. Trent chuckled knowingly when she turned the drink down and he walked away smiling slightly.
"That's great, a 'token of his affection'," he joked. It wasn't funny at all. That's what happened when he was in this kind of state. "So, messy situation, huh? Ex is going out with someone, and you guys still have feelings for each other... I'm just glad my ex is still back in California," he grinned. He wasn't entirely glad, and he wasn't sure if he was over her or not yet. But it was good to be away from her to be able to sort out his thoughts. Poor Paige: having to see her ex every single day, having to be confused more and more each time. He would be overwhelmed with that.
He actually laughed when she asked him to dance: not because he wouldn't, but... "I'm no dance major. Trust me. But sure," grinning more to reassure himself than her that it would be fine, he got up.
His phone started vibrating madly in his pocket. Who was it? He checked it...
His ex?
"My ex?" But why was she calling him? This was beyond weird. She didn't care about him anymore. Really, she had made that quite certain with the hairbrush thrown violently at his head and the jewelry box following that.
"Uhh... forget her. Really, do." If only he could follow his own advice, he thought, as his phone continued to buzz in his pocket.
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Post by jessi on Mar 2, 2009 5:28:41 GMT 10
PAIGE ROBERTS The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.
She raised her brow, but didn't say anything. Trent handed her her water and she twisted the cap off, taking a long drink. Paige pulled her phone out of her pocket and lifted it up over her and snapped a picture. After examining it she smiled and sent it too Jackson with a message saying : Missing you.
"Don't worry. I'm not so great at dancing myself. I don't get out much." She laughed as she stuck her phone back in her pocket, grabbed her water bottle, and stood up. She was sure she'd embarrass herself, but it was better than just sitting there like an idiot the entire time.
Paige looked around at how some of the other girls danced and rolled her eyes. They looked like they were making fools of themselves. The way they danced, it was so degrading to women. Like, if they didn't dance like they were on a pole they wouldn't get any attention.
Was it really necessary for girls to act like tramps? All Paige knew, was that she would never go so low as to put on way to revealing clothes and trot around to show them off. That's just not who she was. "Um, anyway, c'mon! I'll try not embarrass you." She said with a grin.
Again, she had to elbow her way through the crowd in order to find a spot that wasn't so crowded and she would actually be able to move. After walking quite a ways, she looked back to make sure Elliot was still behind her, and smiled when she saw he was.
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