[ what you got boy is hard to find ]
WHO: superxgrlfriend and simplyteasing
WHERE: A rooftop club.
WHEN: Backdated to last weekend.
WARNINGS: Ke$ha lyrics, dancing, innuendo and makeouts. Will lock if rating goes up significantly.
SUMMARY: Monet takes a gentleman to a dance club. Shenanigans ensue.
FORMAT: Paraparaparawkward.
Monet had lived in many places -- Monaco, Paris, Boston, the disaster that was Detroit -- but none had a nightlife like New York. It was nearly eleven as her cab pulled up but Fifth Avenue was still filled with people talking on their phones, walking in and out of the various bars, smoking, drinking, kissing. It was a different, better kind of rush hour, when the people of city were heading toward something.
Her heels hit the curb (impractical for dancing, but already the subject of many envious glances) and, as the cab sped away, she surveyed the area. Lots of people, including one young man who ended up with a strong elbow to the gut after his hand drifted near her thigh, but no Tyki yet. Standing near the velvet ropes of the club entrance, she concentrated on her fingernails and waited for him to arrive.
She hated waiting.
WHERE: A rooftop club.
WHEN: Backdated to last weekend.
WARNINGS: Ke$ha lyrics, dancing, innuendo and makeouts. Will lock if rating goes up significantly.
SUMMARY: Monet takes a gentleman to a dance club. Shenanigans ensue.
FORMAT: Paraparaparawkward.
Monet had lived in many places -- Monaco, Paris, Boston, the disaster that was Detroit -- but none had a nightlife like New York. It was nearly eleven as her cab pulled up but Fifth Avenue was still filled with people talking on their phones, walking in and out of the various bars, smoking, drinking, kissing. It was a different, better kind of rush hour, when the people of city were heading toward something.
Her heels hit the curb (impractical for dancing, but already the subject of many envious glances) and, as the cab sped away, she surveyed the area. Lots of people, including one young man who ended up with a strong elbow to the gut after his hand drifted near her thigh, but no Tyki yet. Standing near the velvet ropes of the club entrance, she concentrated on her fingernails and waited for him to arrive.
She hated waiting.