`tonight, tonight... ' t r i s t a n

[jordyn tevye]

The undeground club was the place for Jordyn to be tonight. She had only come to the underground cluba few times before because it wasn't very known. It was, of course, underground but that was what made it exciting. You never knew who you were going to meet and then there was a sense of danger in the place too. It wasn't like Jordyn didn't know danger already, but this was taking it to a new level. The gangs, the drugs, the alcohol. Everything was hightened. But that's the way she liked it.

Clad in her skinny jeans, heels, and an oversized bohemian looking shirt, Jordyn hit the town and made her way to the club, ready for a night of dancing. She was already high, having taken some coke at the motel already and all she was looking for now was some alcohol. She got what she wanted, because, thankfully, the didn't card. Jordyn knew, that even if they did, she could get her drinks anyways if she pouted and looked cute enough.

Finally, high and drunk, she hit the dancefloor. This was the place Jordyn was made for, being crammed into just a few square feet with hundreds of her closest friends - the one's she didn't know. She loved the excitment and energy there, you could feel it radiating off of people in their body heat. Soon enough, she found herself backed up against a guy, dacing the night away. This was what it was like to be living, to be really living. It didn't matter that she had no way to pay her rent, or that her parents didn't love her anymore. She had this, and that was all that she cared about.

[tristan lacroix]

Sitting by a fire, on a lonely night.
Hanging over from another good time.

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After a short ride, and the clearing up a few issues - Tristan made his way through the back entrance of the club. It had a name, but he never really remembered it. It was just ‘the club’ to him. He essentially lived there, so all the people knew who he was, and what he was there for. It may seem like a lot, but it was just enough to scrape by. He had a fresh bruise on his arm from the ‘issues’ he had dealt with earlier. Apparently, some random guy thought he could just waltz up to Ripley’s and demand someone fix his car. That shit doesn’t fly around here. You want respect? You fucking earn it. As much of an arrogant shit as Tristan could be, he actually worked for his reputation. So that alone gave him a feeling of superiority. He was exhausted, and remotely sweaty - but what he wanted more was a hard drink. He wanted to feel the burn right about now.

He removed his torn street clad, and rubbed his hands through his hair. This was his place, or so he figured. And he was about to enjoy it. He entered the actual dance part of the club, not the private rooms for what only your imagination could think up. His goons dispersed, assuming no one would be stupid enough to try and jump them here. And that was when the game began. After such a rush like that, he was left with only one more thing to polish off his night - a pretty girl. He didn’t have to elaborate on that thought, because his dirty libido was in full swing. His eyes wandered shamelessly through the sea of beautiful women. Yes, he could seduce a large majority of them, but he wanted a chase. While the adrenaline was still pumping, he was going to fucking use it.

That was when he spotted a very attractive, and fairly young looking girl. He skipped over her momentarily, but then his eyes wandered back. More so by the fact she was with some cheap bastard and not him. He finished off his drink, considered getting up to stir up the night. But then he watched her a little bit closer, saw that familiar caricature that only followed when you were fucking shit-faced. Not only that, but she looked a bit…tripped. Yeah, he couldn’t see her eyes to tell if they were dilated, but with as much experience as he had - she was gone. He knew that unless she was on ecstasy, she would probably be too twitchy for anything sexual. Then again, he could always put his foot in the door, so she’d remember him as nice gentleman. The rewards were endless the more he thought about it. If she were in fact on something a little stronger, she just might be coherent enough for an amusing little chat.

Ohh how he was such a gentleman…The irony nearly killed him.

[jordyn tevye]

Jordyn was enjoying herself, swaying her hips against her new 'friend' and raising her arms in the air. The beat from the speakers blasted through the club and she could feel the music humming in her chest, how it vibrated through the floor and made her high feel even more amazing. As the guy behind her held her hips, she felt him move away. As she turned around, Jordyn saw him dancing with another girl. Oh no, he did not. She was not going to be in second place, tonight or any night. She pushed passed him and tried to push her way out of the crowd. Another drink was needed.

As she got to the bar and ordered tequila before catching a glimpse at the guy sitting down the bar from her. She was just about to catch his attention when her former dance partner got in her sightline. She rolled her eyes, not wanting any bother right now but he wouldn't seem to quit. The man in front of her rambled on for a few minutes, obviously trying to look her in the eyes but with the amount of drugs in her system that wasn't going to happen. Before she knew it, his hand was on her knee, then her thigh, waist, ass. No - he had left her. She wasn't going to be a sex toy. Well, not his sex toy.

Pushing him away, Jordyn slid off her stool to try to find somewhere else to sit. And that's when she saw him again. That absolutely gorgeous guy at the other end of the bar. He was tall, dark, and so fucking handsome. That was the guy she wanted tonight. And she'd have him. As she started towards him, drink in hand, she noticed that he was looking at her too. Wow, those eyes, they were dark and intense and there was a slight smirk on his face. It was sweet, but kind of like he was thinking about something dirty. That's what she was all about.

She slid into the seat next to him, smiling. She always thought it was better to be casual about this sort of thing. Besides, she wasn't feeling as forward as she had been the past few weeks. She was tired of it, this life was wearing her thin. But for now, there was no need for a clever pick up line, that would be for later. Besides, she felt like being wooed tonight, being chased. And she couldn't chase him and be chased back. "Hey," she said, sweetly, seductively. "I'm Jordyn."

[tristan lacroix]

With another girl.
Little dirty girl.

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His gaze kept locked as he wanted the punk that was dancing with the gorgeous girl turned away to grind with some other bimbo. He scoffed arrogantly, knowing how stupid a move like that was when trying to appeal to a woman. You don’t just turn your back on a masterpiece like that. Then he watched her make her way to the bar stool, yet another plus when it came to this girl. If she was going to get drunk, she was going to fucking enjoy it. That’s how his life was, he didn’t just fuck it up immensely - he bought fireworks and hired a band to serenade him on his downward spiral. He however, was sadly quite sober, so he couldn’t really get into her mindset. Plus, a conversation with two drunkards could only lead to something unproductive, and he was in the business for a win.

He lost track of her for a little as he ordered a drink for himself. As much as he prided himself for being a ‘woo’er’, you certainly don’t stare at a girl nonstop. Then he would be sending out those ‘creepy’ desperate vibes. Hell, he was the cream of the crop as far as he was concerned. So when his eyes went looking for her again, he didn’t see her. The pit in his stomach dropped, wondering if someone else got to her first. He started to shake his head, until he felt movement beside him. His head turned slowly, and a large smile adhered to his face. He was a chick magnet, no doubt. But after gloating on his own abilities, he took a moment to quickly sweep over the girl. Damn. With legs like that and a face to match it, shit, he wasn’t even going to go there. The way she looked at him, completely fried or not, made him realize how fucking hot she was.

His crooked grin never broke as she told him her name. This was almost too easy, but he figured she had something up her sleeve. Instead of instantly making physical contact like touching her hand, he simply sat leaned slightly closer. ”I’m Chase.” he cooed. He figured she’d detest any quick moves, so he took it slowly. It almost came second nature for him to lie about his name. He’d been doing it so long to hide from the cops, it just became another part of him. He didn’t really feel bad about lying to her either, since he didn’t know her. It’s not like she was going to know him. The only things attached to his real name, were the constant reminder of his parents lack of awareness and a few shitty modeling ads. So he took this all in stride, as he continued on the small chat, hoping to build some momentum. ”I haven’t see you here before, Jordyn.” his deep voice emphasized her name. It was unique, as was she.

[jordyn tevye]

Jordyn smiled when she saw the look on his face as he took her all in. She was really pretty and she knew it. But to her, her body and beauty was just more like an ad. It was flashy, caught guys' attention and then there was usually some nice conversation about something as simple as the weather and in such a conversation, Jordyn had become a master at working in smart remarks, clever little witticisms that made them laugh. And then, at the end of the night, they wanted to take her home. It was like a formula, the way she worked. Her plus a guy equaled comfort. Maybe food, sometimes alcohol or drugs, other times just a fun night.

Tonight, she didn't care what it was though she hoped something would come out of it. He didn't seem like the type of guy to give in that easily. Like Angel. Angel had actually turned her down, though in a nice way. He hadn't outright said no, just later. Although he looked like he would be arrogant, she wasn't willing to work for him tonight. He was going to work for her and maybe she'd return the favour if he did a good job.

"Nice to meet you, Chase. You haven't seen me here before, because I haven't been here before. Are you the club's welcoming committee? Because I could use some welcoming," she said, quite innocently but in the Jordyn way she did things. Everyone took from her words, the unerlying meaning no matter what voice she put on.

[tristan lacroix]

You should listen to this story of a life,
You're my heroine.

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His eyebrow arched as she put him in a completely different direction. She was smooth, and wanting more than a pretty face to allure her senses. This gave him the adrenaline he was accustomed to and rusty with at the same time. Adrenaline comes in every form, especially when racing - so that was nothing new. Being turned in a nonsexual direction, rather interesting. If she was looking to him as a sugar daddy who would give her a stash of his illegal substances, just for kicks, she was wrong. She had to have something in return. And although the thought of taking her home was grand, this was turning into more of a barter. He didn’t want her to trade her body for drugs, nor would he give them away for free.

Besides, she was tapped out enough. He decided to send her a curve as well. ”I’m not club welcoming committee babe, I am the fucking club.” His voice was still sensual, but more underlying. He wanted to know if her innocent voice was more of a homeless puppy in need of food and shelter - or an addict on the search for the source. ”But if there’s something you need, I might just be able to help you out.” Hell, she was definitely weathered into looking for the right guys for what she needs. It almost reminded him of himself, how skilled and crafted these kids are. Speaking kids - how old was she? His mind started thinking law wise, and he hoped like hell she was at least eighteen.

His eyes moved over to the exit. He wondered if this was a lost cause. She obviously was accustomed to pick-up lines, but apparently had ulterior motives. He would not be played - he was the fucking player. If she wanted to play along, he’d be more than happy to shower her in whatever necessities she needed. He was a damn blacklist racer. All he’d have to do is pull some strings. He just had to know she wouldn’t leave him high and dry. See that’s the problem with this underground shit. You just never know who’s trying to fuck you over.

[jordyn tevye]

Jordyn could practically see the thought forming behind Tristan's amazing dark eyes of his. He wasn't the first guy who knew what she was looking for but he had it all wrong at the same time. It was true that she wanted something from him but wasn't everyone looking for something else from everyone else? Jordyn just happened to be the type of person who wanted material things rather than emotional relationships. Or at least, that's what she said.

Mostly, Jordyn wanted drugs. Yes, she was a bit of an addict. She'd been in and out of rehad and yet here she was, still using whatever she could find, mostly coke. But if she thought about it, and thought really hard, more than anything, she wanted someone to stick by her. And actual relationship. She was just so use to everybody sticking around for just one night and she figured it was a bettter plan to take preventative action rather than excpect more and then just get hurt.

Maybe this would be different, but Jordyn was hesitant to take the risk. But what did she have to lose? She decided to go about the whole situation in a round about way so she could play it off however she wanted to. Jordyn laughed. "You do seem to be the center point of the whole club. I mean, you've got every girl in here looking at you... including me."

Then there was the hard part, convincing him that she was a good idea. "There is one little thing I need," she said, biting her lip. "I'm feeling a bit lonely and thought some company was in order. And I kind of caught you looking at me earlier... you seemed intresting enough." There was definately something mysterious and endearing about him. And it wasn't just the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous.