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Post by aalina rose wellington on Jun 25, 2009 0:54:28 GMT -6
Usually, on Friday nights she would go to a club with her boyfriend or snuggle up with Gabriel in his house with movies and popcorn. So why were her plans so different for this weekend? Aalina blew some cold air on her hair strands that were falling on her eyes as her finger circled the vodka glass she was holding. The answer to the puzzle that was troubling her mind, she already knew. Her boyfriend for a year was sharing his apartment with his ex-girlfriend who had returned to town. And moreover he stood his ground that he dint care about Effy, which was worse because it just showed that he was so stuck upto her that he dint want to admit it.
Aalina picked up her half filled glass and drowned the remaining liquid down her throat in a single, long sip. The result was a slight headache and a burning sensation in her throat. And along with that her cellphone beeped. The unique ringtone she had set for her boyfriend told her that he was probably checking up on her, making sure that she was really in office as she had told him. But just as she knew that, she also kknew that he wouldn't call her a third time if she dint pick up in 2 attempts. That was their code for - very busy with work tonight, call u later, love you, miss you!
The next song that was playing was one of her favourites. So she nodded a no to the barmen who was taking advantage of the fact that she was in a mood to drink and slipped to the dance floor. She dint know anyone. If she wasn't already 4shots down, she would have felt way out of place and gone straight home. But she wasn't and so she walked straight in the middle and began to dance, enjoying the music.
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Post by vincent voltaire on Jun 25, 2009 2:33:09 GMT -6
LIKE A TRUE NATURE'S CHILD WE WERE BORN, BORN TO BE WILD•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• WE CAN CLIMB SO HIGH, I NEVER WANNA DIE •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• xx •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It'd been a long day for Vinny. First the usual training day for all the new recruits. he was allowed to train them, after al he was not only in the USAF but also in the army reserve. Though they keep him in the USAF specifically because he does such a damn good job and he's the only one to have ever volunteered and never once complained about ever leaving. Air Forces was an exciting job and you had to be a little bit crazy to continue flying the insane missions. but if you were crazy then you had to be dismissed. buy if you can determine your insanity well.. then you're sane enough to keep doing the missions. a regular catch 22. Vinny loved that book and he required all his men to read it. at least up until that point. after wards he didn't give a damn if they even read the bible so long as they did what they were supposed to and followed all the regulations.
Though he was on paid leave right now. Being allowed visitation on land. It was rather relaxing except he had no one to go to per say. Single life allowed his freedom and allowed no one to miss him when he went to fight for his country. Besides being tied down to one dame was just not his style.
As he strutted around his room on base he fixed himself up. Dressy classy enough to get anyone's attention in his uniform and medals on display. The usual wife beater underneath. Stepping out he heard his men cat callin from the many areas of their lounging. even on the stairs and balcony. Smirking he tipped his hat to them and called that they better meet curfew tonight. They had to meet their new captain. Did he mention he had been training new recruits. The new ones always broke easily so they were now "sympathized" with. he hardly cared. His men always ended up being hard pressed to do another mission.
As he stepped out he met with a few other captains. They'd agreed to be going out tonight as a group. First dinner then the "fun." Fun of course being a simple trip to the local pub, bar, club, whatever to pick up the dames. Vinny wanted to bypass the dinner and head for that. Though he had a few women , talk about more than half, on his docket of new trainees, he didn't find any rather attractive. and besides he liked his women slightly more gentle, needing him to protect the... even if it was just for one night.
Dinner was bland. The usual small talk and poking fun at each other. Vinny chipped in and made fun of good ole reynolds and benjamin. Then they rose and headed tot he nearest club being fed properly, and vinny with one glass of wine already under his belt entered the club. Ivan..something. He didn't care to remember. He winked at the bartender and ordered a round of drinks for his buddies. She saw their outfits and smiled offering a discount. Turning in spot he watched as a woman swiftly moved to the dance floor. Taking his shot he followed after her smooth seductive body, tossing his jacket and hat to reynolds while benjamin cried about his wife into his drink.
Hovering by the woman he leaned close to her ear and huskily breathed "wanna dance" and placed his hands light above her hip not too low, giving her respect. hid dog tags dangling and glinting in the low light he too began moving to the music.
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Post by aalina rose wellington on Jun 25, 2009 3:19:31 GMT -6
Aalina meant to dance only for a bit. She might be 4 shots high but she was in good shape to remember that she had come to the club alone, which was a first for her. And so she had to leave now, before she was tempted to take another drink. Then she would really be wasted and would have to probably call her friend to drive her home. She also made a mental note of calling the cab. She would have to leave her car behind.
Just as she was going to stop moving, she felt a hand slide on her waist and someone murmur something in her ear. Aalina lifted her gaze up to look at a rather handsome man. He was so tall that she only reached his shoulder, or lower… With the alcohol now taking its toll, she wasn’t sure. She glanced lower at his uniform and the dozen medals on them. That made her smile and she looked upwards and back at him to reply. “Was that a question? Or a command?”, she whispered maintaining the closeness between them. “Captain”, she added teasing him. His hand had already steadied her dizzy movements and his strength gave her a new adrenaline rush to not give in to the alcohol.
She had always been a good dancer. When she was younger, she had taken professional classes learning the classic salsa and samba too. But dancing was more of a source of pleasure and happiness for her than even a hobby. She loved dancing in the rain, she loved dancing in the night, in the crowd. But most of all she loved dancing for herself. She hated half the people around her who were trying to show off. And the irony was she was a hundred percent sure that all the girls were just trying to impress the man in the uniform.
She laughed a bit as she wrung her arms in a circle around his neck. She had caught to the rhythm of the new sexy beats song with the sway of her hips and waist. “Im Aalina”, she introduced herself glancing up at him. She was sure that she dint want another ‘hit the club-met a hot stranger-whats his name?’ situation.
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Post by vincent voltaire on Jun 25, 2009 11:04:49 GMT -6
WHAT IF THIS WHOLE CRUSADE'S A CHARADE AND BEHIND IT ALL THERE'S A PRICE TO BE PAID••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••FOR THE BLOOD ON WHICH WE DINE JUSTIFIED IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY AND THE DIVINE •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• xx •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• a small smirk began tugging at his lips as she teased him. Vinny spread his fingers over her hip and moved with her movements. He himself added his own touch of movements, the usual guy moves plus a few moves he learned from his own momma back in the day when he'd been taught to lead. "you can take it as a command lil darlin' cause I ain't taking a no for an answer" he said and watched her hands snake around his neck. Oh he was definitely in a playful mood now. This girl was already hanging off of him.
He gripped her hips firmer and guided her closer to him. His mouth leaning down to her ear after her introduction. "The names Vincent, but call me Vinny" He grinned and allowed a heavy hot breath into ear and lightly liked his lips before pulling away. Her sweet body would look good no matter how she moved. But he had to remember not to let her too close or think it'd be more than just one night. eh i'm good with those situations.. she won't be mistaken all the while he'd woo her though she was already a little drunk he could smell it on her. so the wooing wouldn't be too hard.
Leading them in a circle, his hands retracting and he walked in a circle around her to her back he would bring her behind to his crotch, though not touching it but close enough to continue dancing. And in that moment he took a gander at the bar to see reynolds leaning over some latin dame and benjamin of course being consoled by a sweet tart of woman who looked young to be here. But he had no doubt of her age, especially as she help an apple martini in her hands while she "lovingly" pet benjamin. Shaking his head he directed his attention back to the dame in front of him. "so what brings your pretty lil self here darlin?" a rich italian-new york accent coming through.
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Post by aalina rose wellington on Jun 25, 2009 22:10:20 GMT -6
She wasn’t sure what it was that was making her head spin so much. Was it the fast tracked music. She knew that she was repeating the soft lyrics but she couldn’t seem to remember the name of the song or the band. Or was it the alcohol? There ofcoarse was this heavy temptation to have just one more sip or maybe drown the whole glass of absolute vodka but something she absolutely hated was throwing up after being drunk. What was the point of getting drunk if you just had to be a nuisance. From the stories told by her family and friends, Aalina never threw up but she did behave oddly. There was this one time when she made the whole staff in the club look for her shoes cause she had taken them out while dancing and with her blurry vision she couldn’t find them. And there was this other time when she dint know who had dragged her off the club offering to take her home. But then ofcoarse there was Michael, her best friend who had she was faintly sure punched the guy in the face and taken her home.
She had of coarse received heavy warnings from Mike never to drink so much. All she wanted to do was call him here but she couldn’t. He would even get angry with the fact that she was here alone. So when Michael would be so pissed, how could she even think of calling Gabriel! So for now she was alone. Well… not alone, she was with a uniformed army officer which was good. It meant that she would be protected. Aalina looked up to Vinny and smiled. She tried to concentrate on what he was saying… She was sure she had missed half of it. And now that she concentrated, she caught up with the last bit, so what brings your pretty lil self here darlin?
She stopped dancing and pulled him by his hand out of the dance floor towards the bar table doing finger snaps and little hip movements on the way. “I….am here to sell credit cards”, she joked and laughed along with it. “Silly you.. Im here because I wanted to get away from my boyfriend for a while”, she said after a pause. She then looked into his eyes to what he had to say to that. Would he escuse himself now that he knew that she wasn’t single or was he the ass types to have a wife back home orr.. was he the types who just liked having a good time and dint mean ill but just some harmless fun?
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Post by vincent voltaire on Jun 26, 2009 1:44:19 GMT -6
TENSION IS HERE••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••between who you are and who you could be between how it is and how it should be •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• xx •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Chuckling softly at her out of it state he he followed her off to the side toward the bar. her cute little bum moving in interesting ways and her fingers well... he was rather wide awake and not drunk at all. his hands stayed planted firmly on her hips. he was not going to venture any further than that. Shifting toward her, decreasing the space between them he gestured to the bartender for another drink.
the woman...aalina.. had his attention. he wondered what she was doing out here all alone and nearly pissed faced drunk in such a slinky outfit. he hoped she wasn't a prostitute. That would turn him cold turkey, and he'd call it a night, leaving his fellow captains stranded to find their own way. But she didn't seem the type. she had a glow about her that said she was a "good little girl" who liked to do naught things with a special someone. But tonight she seemed loose. Her manner and her movements were all a tease to him. his body honed onto this female's motives, he leaned closed especially as she began to talk.
Smirking at her joke and at her laugh. it wasn't that funny but damnit if she didn't look right out cute joking like that. Then she said something that would have any male running for the hills..swell not any man. ...get away from my boyfriend... Well Vinny would be damned if he didn't tap this girl tonight. She was away from her boyfriend. hot damn would he love to tap that while she was being naughty. He never did spy that ring on her finger so she was completely free game.
He noticed her staring into his eyes and he gave a low rumbling chuckle and leaned down to her ear. "Don't worry...I won't tell if you won't...besides I don't see a ring on your finger..do you?" he whispered and licked the tip of her ear slowly. His hands guiding her hips to his groin sensually but never making any contact in that region whatsoever.
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Post by aalina rose wellington on Jun 26, 2009 8:28:20 GMT -6
Now that they were at the bar the bar tender tended his attention towards them. Vincent ordered for drinks and Aalina slid on the seat on the tall stool. Don't worry...I won't tell if you won't..., that made her raise a brow up in wonder. She was high and while on other days she would have sulked down and wondered if she was giving out the wrong signs today she was going to be very outspoken. Aalina held his shirt when he was close enough and whispered back into his ear, “We arnt having sex. If you do kiss me though, I wont tell”.
What the hell was she doing? She had a boyfriend. Even if she was drunk, she could not pretend that she was drunk enough to commit such mistakes. So before he could act, Aalina faked a laugh, “Im kidding… Have you thought about the fact that maybe I am a minor”. She was good at changing subjects. And that was what she was going to do now. She had got herself in this situation so she was going to get herself out. Besides everyone thought she was younger than her age after since she had lost weight 2 years back. She definitely dint look 16 but weren’t there these cheerleaders and stuff who looked really old to be in school.
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