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Post by Rosie Writall on Nov 23, 2014 19:24:59 GMT
A dress which was much tighter and shorter then what she wore in day to day life, if that was possible, clung to Rosie's figure, accentuating her long legs and slim body. Her heeled boots only made her feel more leggy, but despite how she looked she still blended in with the crowd. All she was another beautiful face in a sea of Capitol clubers. Her bright eyes scanned around the crowd, trying to catch eyes with someone their, even though she didn't mind drinking and dancing alone, she'd prefer someone else with her. In a weird way she was a people person, even though she wasn't the best at talking to people and getting people to like her. She just didn't like being alone, having no one there. Taking a sip of her drink she eventually locked eyes with someone, a smile appearing on her lips as she carried on dancing, body swaying with the crowd, beginning to make her way over them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 22:13:33 GMT
This was pre-stalker Zayn, his rampage to find the red-headed beauty yet to take place. It was a week, at least, before he'd even been smacked by emotions so strong that he'd gone on a hunt for the chance to just see Fayth again. Put into context, it wasn't necessarily 'stalking', the boy was just hoping to bump into the girl he considered a friend, and he'd attempt to do so by walking up and down every street in Six until she came back into his life. That was next week, though. Tonight, days before the realization that may have been in love came, the blonde was out in the Capitol. He'd journeyed here with Apple, dropping her off at her house and sticking around merely to make sure she didn't disappear again. Well, that was the intention anyways. While his step-sister dozed off, Zayn had ventured out of the house just to get a break from reality. The whole situation with Apple strained his relationship with his best friend, Niall, and he was admittedly just relieved that she was okay and that his mate had managed to control himself and not snip at her for what she'd done. A sigh tumbled off his lips at the thought, just as the sweet scent of alcohol and a booming melody flooded his sense. A club.l It was so inviting, and it was no secret that Zayn wasn't a stranger to down a pint or two. It was in his genes to drink, an even more so to party. The cheers coming from within the establishment made up his mind for him, his plain white tee and loose black pants clad self slipped in to the throbbing place and was easily absorbed by the crowd. One, two, three- four drinks in and he was chatting with strangers, spinning tales of adventure to a blonde woman who was too busy shoveling nachos in her face to care. Five, six, seven- eight drinks slithered down his throat an she was causing a scene, easily being the loudest soul in there as he screamed the lyrics to a song he barely knew. The ninth was gone in a slurp, the tenth being the one to do him in. Liquor coursing through his veins, the party set in. The wasted blonde crawled up the corner stage where woman in skimpy clothes would have normally danced, but tonight it was his turn in the spotlight. The platform he was scaling was raised higher than the main one, so all eyes were drawn to him, curious as to what in the world he was doing. Grinning at the eager crowd, he gripped the bars cemented down onto the flat square and stuck his arse through the middle, and started shaking it to the beat. Cackling like a demented ape, the roar of angry workers sent him racing to the found and hiding in the crowd. There he stayed, dancing alone, until he caught the eye of a tall girl in a short dress that is. Honestly, he didn't care about what she wore or how she looked, he just wanted to dance with somebody. Making his way towards her, Zayn Was completely oblivious to the fact that this was the girl Niall had made out with on the beach all that time ago. A cheeky grin tore across his face, hair a mess of golden locks, each strand splayed every which way as he set his hands on his hips. Chuckling like a hyena, he asked in his chirpy, clipped accent, "Car' to dance?" His lineage traced back to Ireland once upon a time, and even now, so many years down the line, the characteristics of the race still showed prominently in the young male. A drinker, the life of the party, and a hopeless flirt.
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Post by Rosie Writall on Nov 30, 2014 19:24:34 GMT
Rosie had been too busy in her own little bubble, drinking and dancing by herself to really pay attention to what was going on around her. She wasn't bothered or phased by the blonde man who was screaming and dancing and making a scene of himself- well, she wasn't until he approached her. Still swaying along with the crowd, Rosie took a sip of her drink, eyeing the man up and down with a tilt of her head. A smile came to her lips, and she nodded, auburn hair bouncing as she did so. "Sure" She said, deciding she may as well dance with the guy. He was cute, and there was no harm in dancing with a cute stranger- especially when they were so drunk. She was sure it'd be fine, just a bit of fun for the night.
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