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[BRIELLE "BLUE" MORGAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #d03e29 8px solid; border-bottom: #d03e29 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] we turn it up She was flying, to put it simply. Helmet on, silky black waves fluttering in the wind as she rode. The machine beneath her, a red and black motorcycle, purred with satisfaction as she slowed to a stop, a red light standing between her and the feeling of pure bliss she felt while going as fast as she could go. Applying slight pressure to the gas, the engine revved and a happy smirk crossed her glossy red lips. The sound was pleasing to the ears. She, a seasoned daredevil, had always found the sounds an engine made to be exciting. It gave her body a bit of an adrenaline rush, knowing that once that light turns green, she could fly as fast as her motorcycle would allow her. If only the light wasn't so slow today. "Come on, come on..." The girl mumbled hurriedly, breathless and impatient as always. She strummed her fingers against her handlebars gently as the last car drove through the intersection, the others stopping a minute before the light turned green and she was off. The road was smooth and her ride to the local bar was rather uneventful. There were no terrible drivers out tonight it seemed, but how long that would last, she couldn't be sure. For all she knew, those at the bar were going to be causing a crisis on their way on. The black haired beauty gave an amused smirk at the thought as she pulled into the parking lot, bringing her motorcycle to a stop in a spot somewhat close to the main entrance. She slid off the worn leather seat and put the kickstand up before pulling her helmet off, shaking her wavy hair out. Placing the helmet in the side bag, she then turned her attention on her outfit as she straightened her leather jacket out and adjusted her strapless ivory top, shimmying her chest a bit in her bra. Once satisfied, the girl made her way to the door as her boots clacked softly against the pavement. "Briar, long time no see!" "Rebel child is back in action, I see?" "Hey Bri!" The greetings met pierced ears and the leather clad girl rose a french manicured hand to wave, rows of perfect white teeth flashed to the regulars at the bar. Most waved back, some raising their beers to the twenty-two year old while others gave drunken giggles as they slurred her name. She laughed and began to make her way to the bar, the girl behind the bar brightening considerably with her arrival. "Finally made it, Briar?" The blonde bombshell flashed her a grin before mixing her a bit of an exotic cocktail as she settled into a stool at the counter. "Took me that long, eh?" She returned the grin easily, running a hand through her silky black hair. The bartender nodded and slid the cocktail across the counter to her before leaning in a bit, resting her elbows on the shiny black counter-top. "Yup. I dunno what the hell you were doin', but you said you'd be here two hours ago. Some internal clock you have," The blonde's brown eyes flickered with amusement and the leather clad girl across from her chuckled, sipping at the cocktail. "Sorry, Val, fell back asleep. When I was on my way, I kept missing every single light. I swear, just wasn't my day for driving." Val rolled her eyes with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest lightly. "Typical Briar," She giggled and returned to cleaning glasses as she earned a grin out of the black haired girl. Once Val was distracted, the girl swiveled around on her stool to look at the rest of the people in the bar, noting some regulars like her and some newcomers. She leaned her back against the counter and drank her drink without uttering a single word, sighing somewhat happily at the pleasing fiery feeling that engulfed her throat as she swallowed the alcohol filled drink. Briar Cruz, sporting a pair of tight-fitted leather pants, a strapless ivory shirt, and a worn leather jacket, signaled for another cocktail from Val as her gaze swept across the room, piercing blue eyes searching for someone, anyone, she could deem as interesting. 'Could be a long night if this is all that's gonna show up...' She thought to herself, mentally cursing as the clock struck 10:00 and the disc jockey had finished setting up his equipment, the first upbeat song already blasting through the large speakers of the bar. She just wanted some fun and a little alcohol, but there weren't too many people she was keen on having fun with. She sighed and decided to wait to see if anyone else happened to saunter through the doors. Hopefully she'd find someone new to dance with, or she'd be stuck dancing on Val once again. While that was fun, she was tired of the same old boring routine. Something new and exciting needed to ignite the fire in her bones or she'd be forced to find her own ways of getting some excitement into her system. On second thought, that might not be such a bad idea. tag: Briar Desiree Cruz word count: 863 outfit: link notes: whoooo!

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[CLAUDIA CZARNY]

When he passed the next shop with a window, he was pleased with what he saw. A typical looking smirk covered his face and that was the only assurance he needed to keep going. He turned and faced the sidewalk. He passed by many people, mostly homeless men asking for spare change, which he willingly tossed over. He'd been there once; desparate and scrambling for your next meal. He'd spent two years like that, struggling without the help of a family, a wife, or even a pet who could help him or console him in his misery. He couldn't even count the number of times that he'd walked by people with hands outstretched, tattoos pulsating as he shivered from the cold of his sleeveless shirt and his hair disheveled. But that was in the past. He had a home now (if that's what you could call the itty bitty space that he called his apartment) and he had someone who he could share his life with. He grinned over at his companion, a grumpy looking mutt who's tail never stopped wagging and stomach never filled up. The black and brown dog trotted loyally next to his master, blue collar devoid of a leash since he didn't need one. Scott brushed a hand across the top of his dog's head and the dog nipped at Scott's fingers. "You're a piece of work, you know that." He snickered down at the dog.

His dog, named after his best friend Jack, barked loudly and leaped at Scott's hand, trying to tug at him. "Chill out, man. We're goin'." Week after week, Scott would take Jack down to the local bar to get some socialization in. Normally, he wouldn't have been allowed to get inside but after a day that Jack had gotten away from him and into the small pub, the mutt was now allowed with certainty. Whenever the pair entered the bar, women flocked to him to cuddle with his ham of a dog who would immediately flop on the ground and expose his belly for extra love and affection. Scott didn't bothered putting up any sort of facade, and instead focused on the women who gave him their attention. It wasn't like he was new to the female race; on the contrary, he was very very familiar with them. The only problem was that Jack was total handful. Any sort of female companion was almost impossible to come by because Jack's jealousy would get the best of them and Scott wouldn't be allowed to meet anyone too pretty. His choices were also pretty limited because of his lack of car. He didn't ask many women out on dates simply because he had no way to transport them. He would just stick to places in walking distance because the bus didn't allow dogs, no matter how much he tried to convince the bus drivers that Jack wasn't going to do anything.

When they finally got to the bar, Jack pushed the door open and bounded in with a loud bark. Every person he passed got him a pat on the head and he trotted around to the other side of the bar to snuggle up to the sexy blonde behind the bar. Scott hadn't cared much for her name, since blondes weren't really his thing anyway. Flexing his arms, he sat down at the bar and motioned for the bartender with a smirk. "Couldja get me a scotch, darlin'?" He asked, giving her a soft smile. "Not if you aren't gonna pay, cutie~" He grinned widely, leaning forward. "I never do." He assured her with a proud grin. She rolled her eyes and pushed him the drink, turning away. "It's only because I like Jack." She told him, ruffling the big dog's ears as he made himself comfortable behind the bar, settling on a little bed. Scott smirked and sipped at his drink, looking around for something interesting. He tilted his head up and used his left hand to tilt down his sunglasses. It was late into the evening and he didn't care that he was wearing his glasses inside. He let his eyes subtly scan the bar for someone to talk to and smirked when he saw a gorgeous girl looking just as bored as he was. He tilted his head to the side so she couldn't see that he was checking her out.

He carefully glanced down to make sure he was completely in order. His black polo clung to his muscles, but not enough to give off a negative aura. His jeans were simple, just fitting to him properly. His polo wasn't a name brand, just comfortable. He ran his large hands across his biceps, up and down the tattoos on his arms before he took a long breath. He threw back the rest of his drink and then turned to his new conquest, eyes focused in on her. He kept his sunglasses on and then stood up, preparing himself to walk over to her. He was used to being an asshole and now was probably no different. He slipped up close to her and then tilted his sunglasses up to the top of his head, giving her a little nudge. "Did you know that only blind people and assholes wear sunglasses inside?" He asked, pushing his sunglasses back down. "Though I bet you couldn't guess what I am." He said easily, leaning against the bar next to her, glancing over at her and then back out at the slowly filling up dancefloor.


tagged. nikki / bri-dog
outfit. lol nope
notes. come at me bro
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *