Las Vegas, Baby

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okay, yay Spot! I'm going to be on for a little bit before I have to get off for probably the rest of the day. just, fyi

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Im at school. So ill be super poofy. Anyways. Im gonna bring party girl, Ever in. Lol Shes gonna be soo much crazier than she was at Cross. This is gonna be so much fun.

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sounds like it [; um. didja wanna roleplay ?

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Sure, but will you start!

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yeah, just gimme like, ten minutes before I make a post. brb

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okay

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sorry it took me so long . 

_{Pulling his hoodie over his head on his way out the door of his apartment, Cash Wesley tossed the navy fabric aside, leaving him in just his dark V neck, and gathered his keys. Biting down on his lip, he ran a hand through his dark, black hair, fleeing down the few flights of stairs and onto the paved floors at the bottom. Walking along the concrete sidewalks, he kept along the brick walls of his complex as he found his car; the Challenger waiting expectantly for him. Unlocking the street car, he slipped inside, ducking his head so as to not bang his head on the roof. Heading out of the apartments and into town, he peered along the somewhat busy streets, avoiding too much traffic best as he could. But, after all, he lived in Vegas, and even after a year of it, couldn't quite get used to the swarmed, packed city. Pulling up at the designated bar he was told to go to, Cash's greenish blue eyes stayed on his hands on the wheel, gripping the leather so tight his knuckles were white, before shutting off his sleek black car and slipping out of it. His eyes roved a group of girls that passed in his view shamelessly in their tight skirts and low cut shirts, before he stuffed his hands in his pockets and started the short trek to a building, looking a little nerve-wracked as his hands shook in his pockets, brow furrowed.}

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making a post, one second.

Story, want to say Malik is here with Farris on business for Raquel?

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"Are you from out of the States?" Raquel had assumed as much from his accent. Her hair fell in resemblance to curtains across the bar counter top as she lay her head to rest, feeling dizzy out of the blue. She could only guess it was the excessive smoke from the numerous of age citizens with their lit cigarettes, and because she had mild asthma, she didn't take kindly to smoke of any form. Just then was when her eyes looked downwards, out the corner a degree, to catch a glimpse of black flitting with unnerving stealth amid the crowd. The closer it came the quicker would the sea of people part like the Moses to the Red Sea itself. "Hey, Louis, wanna give me a ride," she began quickly as she gathered her belongings, snatching the English stranger by the crook of his elbow, just about yanking him from his stool. "Go!" This time Rocky thrust her outspread palms to the span of his back urgently.

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_{Louis smiled softly. "Yeah. I'm from England," he played with the hem of his tee, eying her posture and body language. The male momentarily drifted off, gazing off with a distant thoughtful look in his blue eyes. His eyes were glazed and he chewed his tongue, glancing at Rocky. Then he looked over her head towards the black suited male in the distance, not really thinking twice about it as he looked away, his mind clogged with a haze as it told him nothing was suspiscious about the man. When Raquel asked for a ride, he was startled at her hasty, purposeful movements when she sorted her things, causing him to sit up uneasily and get to his feet. About to ask what was wrong, he didn't have time as she shoved him, and he didn't object. "Okay," Sensing something was wrong, he grabbed for her wrist, not wanting to lose her as he nudged roughly through the crowds, brow furrowed. He didn't see anything out of place or mysterious, but for some reason trusted the stranger, heading for the front of the club before suddenly stopping and glancing at her at the door. "What's going on?" He finally pressed, not liking not knowing what was wrong. His face was slack of emotion except for the worried look in his eyes.}

sorry it's cruddy.