Las Vegas, Baby

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Well, you can join everyone at the club, or have your character in its house, apartment, hotel room, walking down the street, or at the amusement park, at a bar, at a coffee shop, at a store, she/he can be gambling. And the list goes on and on, haha. I have another character made up finally in my head, it's a manly man, if ja want him? His name is Britton [no, not the same one as from Cross. Just like the name though I may be changing it]

Your choice no pressure I shall be patient.

[Cloudy]

<sub>{ugh I cannot even take my mom right now}

{kay, I'll think about it}</sub>

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Haha idk what to do now

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_{Levi had been weaving through the crowds, when randomly, a girl yanked his arm. Abruptly, he was pulled towards the feminine source, a sloppy smile forming on his lips as she eyed him inquisitively. The busty girl smiled back, and with that, the boy patted her arm and removed her grip, apologizing in a raised voice since the music was so damned loud. His drink was all over the place, probably half of its original point in the glass, and he paused, eying the bold girl walking through the door of the club. He easily pinpointed her as poor, by the judging of her looks and clothes, and arched a single brow. The boy, with a higher than average income barely marking him as somewhat wealthy, had come across a big handful of hobos in his stay in Las Vegas. It was casual and expected, and a knowing smirk spread across his face, before he turned to scan over the crowd and find his friends through the joined bodies, which was very, very hard.}

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There you go Misty ^

and that doesn't sound very good, Clouders

[Horse]

Whitney still leaned up against the bar, she had downed three shots by the time she noticed the other two girls, and the British guy. She tilted her head, blonde hair falling into her eyes as she looked the nearest one, Preston up and down. She smirked, cranking an eyebrow before turning back to face the bar, eyes squinting as she read some of the labels of the bottles, seeming to take real interest in the different brands of Vodka, beer, wine, ect. She let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just for a moment before she turned her gaze back to Georgia, Preston, and Louis, She heard one of them whispering about a bird, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She guzzled another shot of Tequila before turning to them again, eyebrows raised as she set the glass down next to a ring of condensation on the bar. "Excuse me? Did you say something?" She seemed friendly enough, but there was a hardness under it, a cold stare beneath the facade of a warm gaze. Her slim fingers curled around the glass, pressing into the cool surface, soothing her sweaty palms. Had it suddenly got hot in here? She felt sweat cling to the back of her neck, just where her hair ended. Whitney eyed the trio, eyebrows still cranked in question.

[Cloudy]

_{Taryn Warner stretched languidly, her stormy gray eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She was leaned against the bar in a local club, scanning the clubgoers with an amused expression. She was a small, petite thing, standing a bit over 5'0", though, taking in the look in her eyes, it was clear that what Taryn lacked for in height she made up for in attitude. Her fiesty disposition made her seem inches taller than she really was. Her expression was one of vague amusement, the right corner of her mouth curved upwards slightly. Her arms were resting against the bar's edge behind her, backside firmly planted on the uncomfortable bar stool. Some sleazy guy was eyeing her shamelessly and scooted a bit closer, opening his mouth to probably lay down an awful pick-up line, but Taryn beat him to it.
"Move along, bub," she snapped, gray eyes narrowing. She was like a fiesty little she-wolf, growling and spitting. "Not interested. Never will be interested." The man grumbled something about pissy females and scooted away. Good riddance. Taryn made a snorting sound, returning to the always fascinating act of people watching.}

[Cloudy]

_{{yeah she just told me I looked like I gained twenty pounds and had a double chin -.- It's getting really annoying}}

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Carter's gaze darted across the room, one arm crossed over her middle with her hand resting in the crook of the other elbow as she studied her surroundings fleetingly. The female flicked her hair back over her shoulders and boldly took a step forward, emerald eyes glittering. She returned the stare of a wealthy-looking male briefly, cocking her head to the side and pondering something before marching over to where he stood, her head dizzy already from the lights and the music. She emitted a soft, hardly noticeable sound when she was slammed in to by a guy who looked about 25, whipping her head around and scurrying forward so that she in return almost walked directly into Levi. Without hesitation, Carter reached over and delicately tapped his shoulder to get his attention, her expression steady and unusually calm despite the chaos around them.

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tell her to fudge oooff

<sub>Preston leaned back against the bar. A smirk played on her lips; this should be interesting, she thought to herself. Georgia's head snapped around and she watched Whitney closely, her eyes holding a dangerous glint to them as Louis turned eagerly to the dancer. He gave her a signature crooked smile a lot of boys seemed to wear nowadays, and lifted both his eyebrows. "No, nothing at all," He shook his head, the smirk still in tact and showing a bit of his canines. "You seemed to be going hard on those drinks, love. Careful." He had been paying close attention to his surroundings as Louis always so creepily did, and had picked up on her string of shots. Walking over to her, he ordered a shot of vodka and took his time pouring it down his throat, before sitting the little glass down next to hers and turning to her. "How about we have a bit of fun, yeah? How about a race. Of shots," this seemed to interest Preston, who was watching intently now with her dark hazel gaze. No matter how much she hated alcohol, she absolutely loved drunken people and being sober to watch them stumble and slur and make inappropriate commemts was so much better than being in a drunken stupor, in her mind. But, she hadn't ever been high or drunk, so she wasn't exactly entitled to an opinion about all that yet.

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A tall, well-groomed figure lingered to the side nearby Taryn and the creepy guy, watching the little interaction with a smug expression on his face. He eyed the two, before deciding that he should announce himself before walking over and getting a snarky comment in his face like the man had. So, his gruff, husky voice piped up. "A bit feisty, yeah?" He then headed in her direction, hands in his pockets and wonderful blue eyes glittering on his slightly tanned facial structure. A small, devious smile played on his lips, dirty blonde hair in a deliberate messy style as he eyed the shorter woman. He was at least a foot taller than the fiery girl, perhaps more than that, and it was evident in their clear height difference. He hoisted himself onto a stool next to her, eyes shamelessly wandering her entirety.

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Levi was unaware of what was going on around him, and when he felt a tap on his shoulder, his gaze whipped around wildly to find the source. He gazed at Carter and lifted his eyebrows, surprised and yet not at the same time. The male turned fully, smirking. "Yes, babe?" Despite her obvious reputation, he was still a casual flirt and would flirt with just about anything that breathed. He ran his free hand through his tousled brown hair, forest green eyes watching her inquisitively. He almost leaned to the side as if an object could hold him, but quickly remembered that the only thing to lean on was the tangled limbs of a mess dancing beside them, and was easily encouraged to avoid them now at all costs.</sub>