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Post by Olivia Andrews on Mar 14, 2011 11:28:04 GMT -6
Olivia laughed and danced with her friends. It was a girls night out and that meant only one thing, Olivia was not the designated sober sister for the evening. She was well into her second glass of wine and on her way to dancing on tables and what not with a bit more alcohol in her system.
“Heeey”,” she greeted a person loudly clapping them on the shoulder. “This is so much fun you should join us,” she suggested her voice rising at the end of her sentence.
((ooc: Anyone and everyone can join in Olivia’s girls night out, and anyone and everyone can be her friends, or the random person she is talking to?))
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Post by Hannah Schwartz on Mar 23, 2011 21:55:14 GMT -6
(ooc: Hannah's general ~look~ is something like this! Only she's never been to a Mad Men premiere probably.)" Tuuurn my swaaag ooooon!" Hannah sang as she found her little group, having been waylaid slightly by a rowdy group of guys having a stag night. She sloppily threw her arms around Olivia in relief and pulled her over to dance, completely blind to the fact that she was talking to someone. Hannah spent most of her nights out clinging desperately to her flatmate, and had just been completely convinced that she'd somehow lost Liv to the crowd. Jokingly spinning Olivia as they danced, she suddenly shouted, "Whozat?" in her ear while pointing to the random person she'd been talking to.
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Post by Juliet Tancredi on Mar 27, 2011 9:06:44 GMT -6
((ooc: Hope you don't mind Jules, girlies, and she's wearing that.))Finally leaving a random bloke she'd been chatting to, alright flirting with, for the past half hour at the bar, she grabbed her glass and quickly fled off into the crowd of people dancing, but not before flashing a seductive look back at the bloke. She knew his type; squeaky-clean businessman by day, smarmy dick who thought he had to the right to any woman by night. Spotting her group Jules let out a loud 'woo', throwing her arms up in the air and in the process causing some of her drink to slosh over the side of the glass and onto the floor. She didn't notice. Downing the rest of it and shoving the glass into the hand of a random passer-by (hey if they weren't on the dance floor to dance then they might aswell do something useful), she turned then to greet Olivia and Hannah. "Hey, hey, heyyyyy, mah gurls!" Jules enthused, sloppily draping her arms around their shoulders, a huge catty grin on her face, "Guess whaaaat? Jeremy, over there, look but don't look-" she broke off to, in the least subtle way imaginable, nudge her head in the direction of the man in question before she, wide eyed, continued, "He said if I sleep with him once a week he'll let me use his villa in the Algarve, specifically Praia da Luz, any time I want. I'm so not going to do it because, you know, he's not my type but... real question, girls, is it slutty to be just a little bit proud of myself for getting that offer from him?" she asked. It might be a serious question if they weren't all quite a few drinks from sobriety, as it was the thought just made Juliet grin like a Cheshire cat.
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Post by Hannah Schwartz on Mar 28, 2011 23:36:38 GMT -6
Holding on to Juliet's shoulder for support, Hannah craned her neck to gawk at the guy she was indicating, even though she'd been explicitly told not to. After immediately identifying him as an entitled dickhead (she'd grown up with a lot of arrogant guys from privileged families and had been set up with them on many occasions; they had a certain way about them), she scrunched up her face and sighed before quickly ducking behind Juliet when he looked over, which was easy as she was quite a bit taller than Hannah. "Praia da Luz is lovely! But oh, no, gross. Why are men so gross?" she lamented, looking to Juliet and Olivia like she was expecting a serious answer to that question, or at least some affirmation that she wasn't the only one who felt like she needed to boil herself in disinfectant after interacting with guys at clubs.
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Post by Olivia Andrews on Mar 29, 2011 16:45:01 GMT -6
((ooc: Not that it matters but Liv looks like this. Oh, and sorry if this is rubbish it's getting a wee bit late so you know, my writing abilities go out the window at a certain point but I must say I love Hannah, Jules and Olivia together they are so much fun!))Olivia looked round by literally rotating her entire body to see who this guy was and caused her mojito to slosh out of its glass and onto some girl’s fancy shoes. She was oblivious to the pretty brunette who made a face at the ginger haired girl and kept walking with a permanent pinched expression on her face. “He’s lovely Jules!” she said the word lovely a bit too loudly. “I’d have a go with him to stay at his, what was it? Villa?” having been dumped by yet another dickhead she had been pretty much spouting useless ideas, generally stupid, and/or potentially dangerous situations. Simply put nothing that came out of her mouth thus far that night had been remotely good, including her rendition of ‘Toxic’ with a fake snake tossed over her shoulders. Karakoe, while superbly pissed, was not her forte. Liv tended to date a lot, she also tended to fall head-over-heels and then get dumped rather unexpectedly. It’s not like she ever talked about marriage and having his children, geez. In fact she was usually the one who was tentative about committing. Most guys liked having an open relationship… for a while. “Men aren’t gross, alright so a lot of men are gross, but sometimes in a sea of gross men you’ll find one that’s adequate,” she said clinking her glass with the other two girls and taking a large swig. That had been the most semi-helpful advice she had given the entire night. Setting her drink down she said then, “Heyyy I think I might have a go… a talk with that guy,” she started to say thinking it wasn’t a half-bad idea.
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Post by Steven Cheng-Mariano on Apr 1, 2011 22:20:47 GMT -6
(ooc: THIS HAS BEEN A RANDOM DRIVE-BY STEVENING! He invited himself. Don't worry about it. >_>)
Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, Steven draped his arm around Juliet -- using her for balance more than anything else. "I'd definitely bang for a villa. I think I missed my calling. If the gettin' published thing doesn't pan out..." he intoned deeply while gesturing haphazardly with his arm -- Steve was never one to deny being a big ol' ho-bag. He was feeling a bit merry at the moment, to say the least, had somehow wound up with a dude's belt tied fashionably around his head, and was seemingly incapable of stopping himself from touching Juliet's hair.
"Liiiiiiv," he called plaintively, attempting to snag her coat before she tried to go talk to the guy. He failed miserably, and just ended up sort of pawing at the air. Steve then looked down at a smudged address scribbled hastily across the back of his hand and sighed; if he was looking to get anywhere tonight he really needed to party somewhere more his speed. "I will henceforth be hitting up a second location. Come along if you like. Should I never come back..." he turned to look at Juliet earnestly, "I want you to know that I'd totally marry you if I were desperate to stay in the country."
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Post by Juliet Tancredi on Apr 3, 2011 10:37:08 GMT -6
"Hannah Banana, I told you not to look!" Juliet gasped in a far too loud voice, probably drawing more attention to them all, with a wide-eyed, shocked look on her face as she looked down at her cousin. "Whatchudoing?" she asked in a confused slur as the brunette ducked behind her and then, glancing round, she saw said man looking at her and she smiled coyly at him before turning back to her friends and rolling her eyes dramatically. Just then she felt someone drape their arm over her shoulders and she looked to find Steven draped over her. "Heyyy Ste, in the house!" Juliet enthused loudly, pumping a fist in the air, as she grinned at him. "Yeah well, your opinion doesn't count, you'd bang anyone for some kind of reward."
"Have a feeling he's smarmy though and smarmy aint attractive, am I right?" she looked to Olivia for confirmation. In her head she'd already filed away Jeremy as a 'no way josé' but the flirting was fun while it lasted. Dancing along to the beat of the music with her hands thrown in the air (and being an extra bit seductive just because she knew the bloke was still looking), she listened to Olivia and Hannah talk of the grossness, or otherwise, of men as a gender. "Nah, men are gross, girls, that's just the way of life. Occasionally a nice handsome one who has his shit together will come along but it's very rare," Juliet said decidedly with an air of knowing. She, of course, had no authority on the matter and had been with enough utter dickheads to suspect Olivia's outlook on love was a little too optimistic. The best you could hope for, really, was one who wasn't too bad to look at, was good at 'the stuff', had a nice place, wasn't a complete psychopath and knew how to treat a girl well enough to keep himself in her good books.
Shaking her head quickly, a little too quickly since it made her a tad dizzy, she frowned, "Liv, no, you are not talking to any guy over there, don't make me call your mother, missy!" she threatened with her patent 'Juliet glare' (usually the only reserved for Jason) as she reached out and managed to grab her friend's arm after many tries which resulted in her too grasping at the air. She felt she should continue threatening her somehow - for she really had her friend's interests at heart and didn't want her getting hurt when she was already vulnerable as it was - but instead merely grasped Olivia's arm in a death grip. "Wha-?" she said suddenly, whipping round to face Steven who proclaimed he would marry her if desperate to stay in the country. "Awwwww, Steveee," she said with a touched expression on her face, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me and quite possibly the closest I'll ever get to getting married, so thank you," she said earnestly, dropping Olivia's arm to instead sling an arm over Steven and hug him to her insistently. When Juliet started hugging people, that's when you knew she was a tad bit... 'merry'. "Where you off to anyway?" she asked, finally releasing him from her sudden, suffocating embrace.
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Post by Hannah Schwartz on Apr 3, 2011 17:26:58 GMT -6
"I'm sorry!" Hannah shouted over the din of music, but still continued to peer mischievously around Juliet towards the guy at the bar.
Hannah frowned then, not feeling very bolstered by Olivia and Juliet's advice. She'd avoided the curse of getting involved with dickheads by simply not getting seriously involved at all, and was starting to think that finding someone she could really trust and confide in (and who could actually deal with all of her neurotic issues) was a near-impossibility at this point. Hannah could feel a bit of drunk-sadness welling up inside, and had to quietly bite her lip to avoid bringing everyone down along with her. She just wanted to dance with her girlfriends and do karaoke and not have to think about these things.
Hannah suddenly leapt in front of Liv -- the combined tipsy efforts of herself, Juliet and Steve somehow merging into something halfway effective -- and put her hands on her hips. "Olivia Andrews, we are staging an intervention!"
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Post by Rory King on May 2, 2011 15:15:20 GMT -6
((ooc: Rory felt the need to come to Olivia's rescue crash the girls night out - anyone feel like stopping him from leaving? If not then this has likewise been a drive-by Rory!))
Spotting the group Rory - through a mixture of shuffling and apologising profusely, contortion around flailing limbs, and pretending to dance along with the people to get past them - finally made it over to where Olivia, Hannah, Juliet and Steven were, just as the brunette jumped in front of Olivia and proclaimed that they were staging an intervention. "Hey guys... umm what intervention is this and should I be a part of it?" he piped up suddenly with a shy smile and an equally awkward single wave of his hand to announce his presence. "I uh... sorry Livvy, I just got your text, I was working tonight you see and didn't get it until I got off and uh... I thought I'd come and bring my 'stupid face' for you to rant at if needs be, or not, not to say you always rant but... yes..." he faltered slightly, his eyes darting anxiously from side to side as he avoided looking at anyone for any length of time lest he embarass himself further than he had just done by thinking he needed to come to Olivia's rescue. Of course she had her friends, friends that were into the clubbing-and-drinking-your-troubles-away scene, he should have known that and not felt the need to be his usual 'knight in shining armour dashing to the rescue' self. Well, not so much 'dashing' as 'bumbling' and not so much 'knight in shining armour' as 'quiet, very passive man still in his nurse's uniform'.
He looked so out of place in the club and became acutely aware of that as another flailing limb of a dancer hit him in the back of the head... it was almost as if the people didn't want him standing there cluttering up dance-floor space. Leaning closer to them, and crucially away from the woman who seemed to delight in throwing her arms out as she danced, he asked faux-seriously, "So, do people not have a sense of personal space in here or-?" Then, shoving his hands awkwardly into his hoodie pocket he looked down at his cons for a beat before, eyes flickering to Olivia, "Sooo you're not in need of me anymore, sorry, I shouldn't have... I'll just be on my way, have a nice night everyone," he said with a bright smile at the others as he turned to leave.
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Post by Olivia Andrews on May 2, 2011 16:12:18 GMT -6
“Whatsnotattractive?” Olivia asked rapidly not having heard Juliet properly. Her mind was elsewhere as she ogled other guys. One was casual yet cool with his purposefully disheveled hair swiveling a glass of wine who winked at her. Another wearing a leather jacket, a rather impulsive Irishman who she’d seen at a few other pubs smiled over at her. She only remembered him because he tended to start fights, and he was very well a right nutter, but fun to flirt with.
Olivia threw her head back with a laugh as Jules mentioned something about men with their shit together as she swayed to the beat. “I never said they had their shit together,” she motioned with her hands and weaved with the grace of Captain Jack Sparrow as she spoke to Juliet, “Whosever met a man with his shit together? Probablyalready married to ‘im,” she said her words slurring together as she continued to dance, setting aside her now empty mojito and dancing sexily with her hands over her head. Olivia was there more to have fun than to be sexy so she wasn’t really trying very hard.
“What?!” she shrugged and held her hands out to the sides as if it was no big deal after Juliet released her arm and she looked at Hannah. “I wanna go to a villa?” She thought her motives were very clear and reasonable.
At Steve’s proclamation however Olivia wrenched herself out of Hannah’s grasp and ran, more like wiped round and stumbled, back to them and hugged Steve, once Juliet finished suffocating him of course, “Aww Steveee, can we keep him?” she looked back at Hannah for a response. “Can I be the maid of honour?” she asked enthused. “Where is this other party? You better not be holding out on us mate,” she shook her finger at him as she now staggered herself between Juliet and Hannah, surely they could keep her upright if she couldn’t manage by herself.
Suddenly spotting Rory as she took another long sip of her new glass of something pink, tangy and a little bit sweet her attention was torn away from the others. “Rory!” she called out over the din of the room. She watched with a little smile as he rambled on about this or that, something about a text and rescuing her. “Oh yeah,” she said softly remembering that she had texted him quite a while ago about the whole breakup with Dean. “Oy get your stupid face back here,” she demanded grabbing him by the sleeve of his hoodie and pulling him into a hug. She released him after she had a sufficient squeeze and continued to down her drink. “Get a drink, stay a while.”
((ooc: Hurray for Rory! And sorry this is a wee bit long. ))
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Post by Rory King on May 3, 2011 16:15:54 GMT -6
"Yeah, sorry, I blame Mungo's," Rory shrugged casually with a shy smile as he inclined his head in greeting at the other people she stood with, all of whom, he noticed, were of varying degrees of sobriety. "So you're alright... well not alright about Dean and all but... fine?" he asked disjointedly. Of course she wouldn't be alright, she must be feeling upset, and using a girls' night out to distract herself from thinking about Dean but he didn't quite know how to articulate that coherently. Plus he felt a subtle heat begin to creep up the back of his neck and a blush twinge his cheeks - mercifully the club's lighting meant it wasn't too obvious - as he talked to Olivia in front of the others.
Turning to leave he was surprised as Olivia grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him back to her for a hug. Suddenly finding his face surrounded by the fruity-shampoo scent of her hair as she squeezed him to her Rory couldn't help but smile blissfully for a moment while he knew no one else could see him. Why did such a simple hug have to fill him with such stupid, stupid hope that one day Olivia might turn around and realise his 'stupid face' was the one she wanted instead of dickhead boyfriends who didn't respect or appreciate her? It was the curse of being labeled 'the adorable guy'; adorable didn't equal attractive, didn't equal 'boyfriend material' apparently. But he lived in hope. "Oh so I still have a 'stupid face' do I? Charming," he murmured to her quietly in her ear as she squeezed him tight to her.
Then, all too aware that she'd retracted her arms, he smiled warmly at her as she suggested he stay, "Ummm... well it's... it's not really my scene," he admitted awkwardly, looking around him with a semi-horrified look at some of the more... inebriated folk around him. Truth was, if she said she wanted him to stay he'd stick it out, he'd force himself to bloody well enjoy it, for her, anything. "Plus I'm not really dressed for it... the nurse uniform doesn't really scream 'nightclub' does it? Unless it was fancy dress... but I really don't see why anyone would choose to dress as a nurse for fancy dress when you could dress as a... ghost or a jedi or a centurion-" Rory faltered suddenly as he realised he was babbling again, promptly clamping his mouth shut with a softly embarrassed smile at them all.
((ooc: Soooo, it turns out, Rory won't shut up!))
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Post by Olivia Andrews on May 4, 2011 11:37:59 GMT -6
“I am on my fourth glass, so yes,” she pointed at her glass of bright pink liquid with an enthusiastic smile. Then giving him a good natured punch in the arm she added, “But really I’ll be alright, you know me, I’ll always be alright,” she said with a playful smile.
“Of course you still have a stupid face, it hasn’t changed last time I looked aye,” she replied easily in her quick feisty banter before taking another sip of her drink. Once he finished rambling on she tapped her nose thoughtfully and then exclaimed, “I can fix that,” fishing her wand from her purse she said a little incantation, and threw in a bit of Latin in there as she swished her wand at him. Within moments his scrubs became an illusion, he was still wearing them of course but the only thing anyone else saw was a jumper and trousers paired with his favourite trainers. “There you go,” she said simply, “The illusion will wear off sometime tomorrow Cinderella,” she teased, little did she know that his ‘normal clothes look’ wouldn’t wear off until he finished his next shift… Olivia may have created the spell a bit too binding and long lasting.
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Post by Steven Cheng-Mariano on May 6, 2011 13:20:58 GMT -6
Steve rested his head against Juliet's shoulder, lazily lifting his arm so he could read the address scrawled on his skin. "It's a gay bar called The Bulge, so you know it's classy," he explained reasonably. Patting Olivia on the arm as she hugged him, he nodded, "I would be honoured to have you be a part of our fraudulent wedding."
He then stood back and (somewhat incredulously) watched Olivia and Rory interact, feeling as if maybe someone needed to step in to save the guy from himself. "Not your scene, eh? The Bulge your scene, then?" he asked sarcastically, causing Hannah to smack him in the chest.
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Post by Rory King on May 7, 2011 15:32:27 GMT -6
Looking down at the alarmingly pink liquid his brow furrowed, "What actually is it?" he asked and then smiled, "I probably don't want to know do I?..." he commented teasingly - Rory wasn't exactly knowledgeable about cocktails or 'girly drinks' of any kind. He was a straight, run-of-the-mill beer kind of bloke, even wine only came into the picture on special occassions as far as he was concerned. His smile soon warmed further as she punched him playfully in the arm. Now that was the Olivia he knew and loved; the one who dealt with potentially awkward, touchy-feely conversations about emotions and feelings by punching him in the arm in a light hearted way rather than put them both through the excruciating awkwardness. "Of course you will, you're always alright in the end, you're Olivia Andrews. If you didn't end up 'alright' I'd be quite worried to be honest," he added matter-of-factly.
"Oh? So odds are that I'll have a stupid face for as long as I live? I mean the nickname has lasted, what, twenty years already so..." Rory broke off with an amused grin. 'Stop it, you look idiotic with that silly grin plastered all over your face, could you be any more obviously pining for her?!' his mind nagged him, yet again, and his cheeks darkened at these thoughts. "F-fix it?" Rory repeated, not being able to disguise the concern in his voice. It wasn't that he didn't trust Olivia's spell-work - she was much better at magic than he was, or ever would be - but it was just that she tended to be a bit too good at enchantments and illusions. He wouldn't put it past her to have made any of the clothes he wore from then on look like the illusion she'd conjured just then. "Thanks," he murmured, "Not quite sure I like the implications of being called Cinderella... can't I be Prince Charming instead?" he asked, a faux-hurt look on his face before he smiled shyly once more as his gaze trailed over to Steven.
Frowning slightly he looked between Steve and Hannah, "The... the Bulge? Do I even want to know what that is?" he questioned suspiciously as his step-sister hit Steven for that remark.
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Post by Hannah Schwartz on May 17, 2011 23:13:18 GMT -6
Hannah reached across to hit Steve (a little bit harder than she had intended), shooting him a very stern look. "Quiet, you! Roooorrrry, you need to stay. It's healthy to... leggo of the tensions of fast modern city paced living," she repeated a line she'd been told by a therapist nearly verbatim, but garbling the words slightly as she went. 'Lightening up' was something Hannah still struggled with, which is why every time she went out she just ended up getting extremely pissed and clinging to Liv like a life raft. She leaned over and whispered audibly to her step-brother while nodding knowingly, "She did that charm on me one Halloween... try going to a Monday morning deposition in kinky boots."
As the song changed, Hannah lit up and did the world's dorkiest little dance while walking backward, singing along completely out-of-sync with the music and trying to pull her friends out with her.
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