another word i never learned ( open )

[AIDEN ROSS SAWYER]

Aiden Ross Sawyer
I think I should k n o w how to make l o v e

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To something i n n o c e n t without leaving m y
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He could almost feel the strong pulse coming from the lively club as he sat back in his convertible, which was stalled on park, while night fell overhead as the line outside the door continued to extend around the building. It was calling out to him as he sat there, his head lolled to one side as his hazel eyes gazed over at the scene that he'd come to closely associate himself with over time. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid it or anything, he was just giving it time. He was surveying the people entering the club and no one really appealed to him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Not completely. He hadn't been able to sleep well ever since he was younger, as a cause of his night terrors, and he didn't take his medication because it made him drowsy and interfered with his line of work.

He was a director, from the gritty stuff to indie flicks to masterpieces that could leave you wide-eyed and yearning for more. He had that effect on many people and not just because of his films, but also because of his other talents. Let's just leave it pg for the moment and call them his extracurricular activities.

The cool, red leather seat felt good against his back as it seeped through the thin fabric, clad in a white wife beater and some dark blue jeans with a studded belt. Classic cowboy attire, if anyone asked, and what could he say, he liked to ride. He knew that his toned muscles would attract many hands and wandering eyes, even those people that shouldn't be looking his way, but it had been far too crowded here the last few days and he wasn't going to suffocate himself in order to socialize and flirt shamelessly. Even if sweat was mildly attractive to some. He would still meet the dress code, one which rarely, if ever, lasted throughout the night.

Finally satisfied with a group that had recently entered--probably recently single ladies, by the looks of it--Aiden shook his brown hair out of his eyes as he entered the Hook with his traditional slow swagger and a sharp grin on his features, a few heads turning in his direction with a familiar look in their glimmering eyes as the tall director made his way to the bar. His hazel eyes had already gotten a good look at the place and he knew that there were a few ladies eying him from the far end of the bar, an overly friendly bartender that was leaning forward in his direction, and the man beside him was offering him a cigarette. He nodded in his direction, recognizing him as one of his past co-workers (he used to be a drug dealer on and off for a while), before accepting it and slipping it into his back pocket for later.

"I'll have the usual, Janice," he said in his smooth, deep voice to the bartender, who slowly moved her bosom up from the countertop after he'd gotten a good look and went off to mix his drink. She was back shortly, moving away hesitantly only after she was called repeatedly by a drunk patron that didn't know when he'd had enough. Aiden rolled his eyes slightly at the sight, since he'd been in a few bar brawls with the guy whenever he grabbed the bartender's arm a little too tightly or was being difficult. Most drunks were. He was glad that he was pretty controlled when it came to drinking. Or maybe he was just very tolerant of alcohol. Either way, he slowly moved his head from side to side, hearing a small audible crack, taking a long sip of his drink and letting it hover over his lips as he scanned the dance floor.

Slim pickings tonight, by the looks of it. He frowned slightly behind the glass in disdain, before putting it down as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Well, that sucked, though he was sure that it wouldn't be long before he found a dance partner. Or at least someone to have a decent conversation with that didn't smell like shit just yet when they spoke.

( LYRICS ) star struck - 3OH!3
( TAG ) none, open to anyone =]
( WORD COUNT ) 712 w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) not atm. just a bored fella.

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[CAROLINE JANE WALKER]

I'm like the ring leader, I call the shots,
I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot,
When I put on a show, I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins,
Spotlight on me, and I'm ready to break,
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage,
Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same.

It had been quite a long night and Caroline Jane Walker, couldn't wait to go home and sleep. Its not that she didn't enjoy her job, she did . It was just the usual customers at the club that she entertained with were an pain is the ass. Caro was glad the night was over or in her way, it was already over. All she needed was her midnight fix of an drink and maybe her usual prowling and a few hours later, she would be on her little way. That was way the hell cat played and she enjoyed every moment of it.

Sure, she was an little concieted but, she couldn't help that she was born with such an kick ass gene pool. Tonight, Wells little own hell kitten had already changed out of her uniform and into something an little more comfortable. By comfortable, it was hip hugging tight jeans and the classic black tank top, sure it wasn't her uniform but, yeah she looked good. An seductive smile formed on her lip stick stained lips as Caro entered the Hook with an positive attitude. She could feel quite a few of the eyes of the opposite sex on her as she made her way across the dance floor.

The sound of her black stiletto boots could be heard clicking againest the wooden floor as she walked towards the bar. Licking her lips out of her usual craving, she glanced around the Hook seeing if anyone would satisfy her craving or let alone pass her test with flying colors. No one as far as she could see, just the usual horny little fucks who couldn't keep it in their pants even if they tried to. Finally..she had arrived at the bar and slid down in her seat. Forcing an seductive pout on her lips, she glanced around once more, hoping to reel in an potential crave fest.

Hell, Caro might of not as been as great as an fisher as her big brother T.J but, she was good at this. Letting out an slightly bored yawn, she looked over at the bar tender. "Hey Janice, the usual and make it snappy." With that she let out one of her prize winning smiles so she wouldn't possibly have to pay for her drinks. Oh yeah, this was the life. Leaning back in her seat, she let out an sigh as she waited for her usual drink.

This would do for the night and if she couldn't find anyone who caught her eye oh well. Caroline was about to ask Janice what was taking so long when an familar sight caught her eyes. "Well, well.." She replied as she kept her eyes on her possible catch of the night. "If it isn't one of Wells, resident womanizers".

Her lips curled into an smirk as she got up from her seat and leaned againest the bar's counter.

[AIDEN ROSS SAWYER]

Aiden Ross Sawyer
I think I should k n o w how to make l o v e

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To something i n n o c e n t without leaving m y
Fingerprints out, n o w love is just another w o r d .[/center][/size]

Aiden was just about ready to give up on the whole club scene tonight, ready to drown himself in the ignorant bliss that came with lots of alcohol and the lively banter with the easy bartender, when he noticed heads turn, and not in his direction this time. He didn't drool like most of the men around him at the sight of Miss Walker, but he couldn't blame the ones that did either. He'd seen her around, it was hard not to know pretty much everyone in such a small town. She had a sense of confidence that he admired, because it was something that he knew he had tons of himself. His hazel eyes acknowledged her for just a moment, peeling his gaze off of her before she could notice, not wanting to feed into her ego too early tonight.

He knew how to play the game. Buying into it too early would get you nothing in the long run. Not that he was looking for anything in particular, but that wasn't the point.

Aiden brought up his drink to his lips again, leaving his fingerprints on the glass as his gaze wandered around the club once more. He returned a few smiles with a grin, nodded at another guy that he recognized for other purposes than the prior cigarette exchange, and then checked out the bartender again. She was too easy for his liking, he was well-aware of that, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't look. Still, he hadn't been completely in his a-game as of late. No, there was a brunette wandering around in his head, jumbling his thoughts and playing with the stone that he called a heart. Her son was the main reason for them ever meeting, and although he didn't believe in fate or love at first sight, he knew that it wasn't the last time he would see her. Not by a long shot.

But tonight he was alone and the night was still young. He was craving for some company, hopefully someone that would humor him in this interesting mood that he was in. And then a voice caught his attention, his thoughts returning to the young woman he'd seen earlier tonight as he turned his head to look at the source. There she was, in all of her glory. She certainly knew how to dress to get a guy's attention without looking like a slut. But she seemed just as bored as he did. What kind of guy would he be if he just left her to mull over her thoughts? Not a very good gentleman, even though she made it quite clear that she knew his intentions, right off the getgo. He liked that. He liked when people knew who he was, even if his reputation put some people off, there would always be someone who was amused by it.

Take her for example.

"Miss Walker, I can't say that I expected to see you out here tonight," Aiden replied with a grin of his own, one that was always slightly lopsided when he was up to no good. "Is that what they say about me? Well, what is a guy to do." He shrugged his broad shoulders casually, obviously kidding, as he couldn't care less about what people said about him. He knew who he was and that was all that mattered. When she moved closer, he leaned his arm against the counter, turning his body to angle it towards her. At least tonight wouldn't be a complete waste of his precious time. Not that getting shit-faced drunk ever was. But anyway. "What brings you out here tonight? And without any arm candy, I see. I must say, I'm pretty surprised."

( LYRICS ) star struck - 3OH!3
( TAG ) caroline walker =]
( WORD COUNT ) 623 w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) yay, some company =].

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