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Post by cassidy on Aug 12, 2011 20:40:33 GMT
It was Friday night and Cassidy had no intensions on staying inside her house alone. There was too much to do out on the town to just laze around. She felt like going out to a club or something. Actually, that seemed like a brilliant idea. She would probably see someone there she knew, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to find someone to bring back to her place. Hell, she could meet a stranger and do the same thing. Actually that could be fun. As long as she didn’t see any fangs or feel creeped out by them she was up for anything. Cassidy wasn’t too picky on people she slept with just because it was easy to please her in bed. No one could ever be as good as Colby though since he was her first and he definitely did a good job. After him, she just lowered her standards so she wasn’t disappointed.
Cassidy went into her closet and looked for a dress. Some people might not call it a dress, but more of a piece of cloth, but it covered her essentials, so that’s all that really mattered. She took a coral dress from her closet and examined it. With a shrug she set it on her bed. She went to her bathroom and showered, singing the whole time. When she was clean, she blew her hair dry and started on her make up. She felt like it was too quiet, so she went back into her bedroom and turned on her iPod on shuffle. The first song that started to play was slow, so she changed it. Metallica started to play and she instantly felt more pumped.
She went back to her bathroom and while singing, she put on her makeup: black and silver eye shadow and light pink lipstick. She didn’t want to look like a street hooker or anything, she just wanted to show skin and look appealing enough for someone to take. Cassidy felt ready but was missing her jewelry. She went into her room and took out a long gold necklace and a gold bracelet and a pair of gold dangly earrings. The only thing she needed now was her shoes. She sighed and went to her closet. “Oh wow…” she said as she looked into her closet again. There was an obscene amount of shoes lurking in her closet. She knelt down and rifled through a ton of shoes and finally found a pair that would match everything perfectly.
Cassidy stood and walked out of her house and down the stairs to her car. She almost stopped to call a cab, but she wasn’t going to drink enough to not be able to drive. As she drove, she let the radio blare Alice in Chains and rocked out the entire way. That was such a great band. When Cassidy arrived, she parked in the little area for the Club of Daggers, and went to the head of the line. She knew the body guards—well she had slept with them all. She kissed the one standing outside and he let her in. “Thanks Jerry, you’re so sweet.” She winked at him before she went into the club.
The music was so loud that she could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Some rap music was playing, and however much she didn’t like that genre of music, it was the easiest to dance to. She went to the bar and asked for a vodka cranberry straight up. She pulled out her fake ID and got her drink within a few minutes. This would probably be her only drink tonight. Cassidy danced her way out to the dance floor and started to grind on random people while laughing. This was going to be a fun night.
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Post by TRACE ZACHARY LEWIS on Aug 13, 2011 0:19:02 GMT
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Going to a club was definitely not one Trace's top things he wanted to do. Dance clubs screamed all the things he tried to avoid. Heavy drinking, hot sweaty people, and girls trying to hit on him. He couldn't stand being at a club for more than twenty minutes before wanting to leave. The only thing that got him going the first few times was literally being dragged the first few times buy Lucas and Fletcher. Mostly by Lucas, since he had like inhuman strength. Trace couldn't stand the smell and the atmosphere of the clubs at first, but he got used to it. It was kind of fun to go there and blow off steam. Just dance and drink and have fun with strangers you'll never see again. Unless of course you asked for their number. There had been countless girls, not pretty ones either, that asked for his number or to dance. Trace wasn't really one for hook ups and all that, so it kind of creeped him out and he politely turned them down.
Yet again, he found himself at Club of Daggers, standing in the long line. Lucas was next to him talking animatedly to some girl in front of them. They were talking about Pokemon or something, he didn't know. He kept zoning out, staring up at the stars above him. It sucked that girls didn't have to wait in line. Uh, pretty girls to be exact. There were mostly either average or plain out ugly girls around him. He wasn't one to judge, but it was hard not to notice when the girl behind him looked like a wannabe drag queen. Now that he looked closer, it probably was a dragqueen. Trace blinked awkwardly and tapped Lucas on the shoulder. He spun around from his conversation with the girl to stare at him with a curious expression. Trace asked him if there was a better way in and Lucas laughed and only said they were waiting in line because he was too lazy to go to the front. Lucas was friends with just about everybody, so they could have gotten in earlier. They had been standing in line for ten minutes doing nothing.
Trace wanted to punch the short guy in front of him. Lucas grabbed Trace's arm, causing the leather jacket he was wearing to crinkle and make that very familiar type groan. Before he knew it he was next to the front door. The people still waiting to get in yelled in protest as Lucas began to talk to the bodyguard, bouncer, whatever. Trace didn't even want to be there. He ran his hands through his hair getting agitated. Lucas told Trace to go on in, he would just continue to talk to his friend or whatever. He shrugged and walked in, going straight for the bar. Trace just needed something to sip on to keep his nerves down. The bass from the music, he bobbed his head along to the beat. After a few moments of trying to get the bartenders attention to bought himself a vodbomb. He thought it was kind of dumb to mix an energy drink with vodka, but it tasted unbelievably good.
Trace stood at the bar awkwardly, looking around to see if Lucas had come in. Apparently he hadn't. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and it was a text from Lucas: goin home w/ girl in line. Ugh, before Lucas even actually made it in he was going back to his place to fuck that girl. She was pretty, but you could tell she had implants. Trace found implants pretty nasty. It made the boobs feel unnatural. They didn't move right and they weren't squishy nor did they bounce as much. He pushed his mind away from the thought of boobs and began to wander around the club, drink in hand. Trace really didn't know what to do. And he kept feeling a little disgusted when girls checked him out when he walked past. Ugh, it was fucking hot in the leather jacket. But he didn't feel like taking it off.
Trace frowned when he realized his cup was about empty. The yellow liquid was rimming the bottom. He swished it around boredly. Trace chugged the little left of it and decided it was time to dance. A fast paced song was on so he just decided to dance with himself a little. He had grabbed some random blond and started dancing with her for a bit. She was pretty wasted as she clumsily tried to grind on him. He pushed her away when she had spun around to try and kiss him. Trace just walked away and spanned the dancefloor and his eyes stopped on one girl who appeared to be familiar. As he got closer he realized it really was someone he knew. He smiled slightly as he got closer. He hadn't known her for too long. Trace had only bumped into her once and they got to talking and hung out maybe once more.
He was finally in front of her. She was dancing with someone, but he didn't really care. It was nice to know someone he knew was there. Trace rubbed the nape of his neck and letting his hand fall."CASS! Cassidy!" He yelled over the music to get her attention. Trace wasn't sure if she really would recognize him, but she sure hoped so or that'd be embarrassing as shit.
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Post by cassidy on Aug 13, 2011 5:20:01 GMT
 Cassidy took a sip from her glass as she danced on some blonde stranger that had earlier tried to get her number. She told him, just like she did all the others, that she might if he actually kept her interest for more than a few songs. Most of the time they accepted the challenge, but rarely did one ever keep her attention. It was like someone newer and more attractive always came into view, and she was always going after the more attractive one until finally she got the one she wanted. Most of the time she left with the one she had her eyes on, but sometimes she had to settle for second best, sometimes even third best if the backup had already left, or already had a girl to take home. It sucked when she had to go for someone that was a little less than attractive, but sex was sex and that was it.
Maybe this could be a night where she met up girl good enough or interesting enough to take home. She hadn’t had one in quite some time, but maybe tonight was the night. She would find out in soon enough time. Meanwhile, the guy behind her was getting frisky and it was only the second song. Oh hell, what did it matter anymore. Cassidy turned around and chugged the rest of her drink and smiled to the guy. In the corner of her eye she saw a tall muscular brunette. Dear Jesus he was tasty. She nodded and danced her way over to him obviously leaving the blonde behind. So he had lost the challenge. Maybe this one could be better.
As Cassidy danced more, she talked to the brunette about random stuff like how old they both were. She lied and said that she was twenty one, and he said he was twenty three. They danced for a few songs, but she was getting a little rowdy. Finally after another upbeat song began, she heard her name being yelled. She turned and saw a guy named Trace who she had met a while ago. Her face lit up, and she jumped to him. “TRACE!” she yelled with excitement. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug. Even though she hadn’t known him for long, she was glad to finally see someone she knew. The song ended and for a second, she was able to talk to him. “Hey! How are you?” Just then Look At Me Now by Chris Brown came on and she wasn’t able to hear anything other than a low voice talking so fast that she could barely understand him. her eyes lit up because she actually liked this song. It was one of the easiest songs to dance to.
Cassidy turned around and began to dance on Trace. She couldn’t remember if he was one to dance like her, but she could teach him if he would let her. She moved her hips back and forth on him and put her hands on Trace’s shoulders. “Don’t be so stiff, Trace.” She said laughing. She turned and moved her hands around his shoulders. “Move your hips with mine.” He didn’t seem to understand what she meant, so she moved her hands down his body to his hips and swayed them with her hands. She laughed and turned around again. Cassidy grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips and started to move to the beat again. She was glad Trace showed up because now she knew someone, and now she would have someone to hang out with—probably fuck—if no one else seemed good enough. She almost felt bad for using him, but she was pretty rowdy and she just wanted to get it on with someone. Maybe Trace was the one for tonight.
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Post by TRACE ZACHARY LEWIS on Aug 15, 2011 2:35:47 GMT
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Getting Cassidy's attention didn't take too much effort. Considering a six foot guy was basically screaming in her face. Trace naturally attracted attention. His pale skin kind of stood out in all the darkness. Even in the mass of people dancing and grinding around him. His blue eyes fell on a girl who dancing with another girl, basically just dry humping the hell out of her. They might as well been having sex in the middle of the dance floor. Trace's eyes widened and he quickly looked away. This so wasn't his scene. Not at all. He frowned when someone bumped into the back of him, nearly causing him to topple over onto Cassidy. He couldn't have that happening not at all. Trace adjusted his leather jacket, avoiding the people who were dancing like monkeys behind him. It wasn't a mosh pit, so they didn't need to be swinging their arms so much. Damn it, this place had too many people.
Trace smiled when Cass finally seemed to process who was standing in front of her demanding her attention. He instantly felt her body collide with his as she tackle hugged him. Trace barely budged though. He just wrapped his arms instinctively around her lower back when her arms went around his neck in a hug. When she pulled away, he smiled at her. Trace looked over her once, just to get a full look. He wasn't those type of perves who undressed girls wit their eyes. He was just merely studying her.But he had to admit, his eyes did linger on her body a little longer than the should have. It was just a quick glance, so she couldn't have noticed. Or so he hoped.
Trace looked around when the song stopped, and the DJ was struggling to get the next song on. He looked up toward the spot where the DJ was. Trace admired his song choices. He hated when DJs mixed songs, that irritated the hell out of him. Trace only knew that because he'd hear DJs djng at clubs on the radio on saturday and sunday nights. Because he really had nothing better to do than drive around at night. Trace usually kept in his house or hung out with people. Just recently people had attempted to get him out of the house on the weekend. Trace used to be all into raves and dancing. He just stopped because basically all of his tattoos were from being totally plastered. Trace had stopped drinking so much because he had woke up to a penis tattooed on his leg. The sad thing was the penis had wings. Trace always wore jeans for a reason. The people who did see the tattoo thought it was pretty cool, but he was getting used to it.
Trace looked back at Cass who had begun to spoke. He could barely hear her question, but it finally hit him a little too late because the loud music came back on. The booming of the bass was making him feel sick, but he ignored it. Trace just gave her a weak smile, shrugging. He was about to attempt to scream his answer but Cassidy had squeeled from the song that had come on. Look At Me Now. He actually liked that song a lot. Trace didn't really judge music too much. Trace much more preferred the more Indie type music or Dub step, but he had no problem with rap or country or any of that. Trace bobbed his head along to the music. Before he knew it Cassidy had turned around and was dancing on him. He almost stepped back a little shocked, but he knew that would be rude. Trace never really dance with a girl a club.
He usually avoided dancing, especially in place like where he ws. Trace felt extremely awkward as Cass grinded on him. He kind of stood there like a wooden pole, locked and rooted in his spot. Trace felt Cassidy's hands grope his shoulders and he stiffened up. God, he was so clueless. He had no idea what to do. Trace felt like a little kid. He felt just as he did at his first dance at high school. He had danced with Farah, but they did those random and stupid bust a move type of things. Doing the sprinkler and the running man. This was whole new thing to him what Cassidy was doing. Trace felt like a deer in headlights. He was wide eyed and not sure what to do. He felt Cass laugh on him and his whole face turned hot. Ugh, he was so ill experienced. She was younger than him and she knew these things and he sadly didn't. Trace just wasn't into bumping and grinding in public, that was more of a private thing for him.
Trace looked down at her when she turned around to face him. He stared down at her nervously as her hands began to glide down his body. Oh fucking Jesus. A slight shiver ran through his body. He was sweating like a pig, so it definitely wasn't from being cold. Trace tried to keep calm. Oh fuck, he couldn't get turned on by Cass. He wasn't like that. Trace could tell she probably did some wonderful things with her hands, his eyes widened at that thought and instantly thought of something else. Dead puppies. Yeah, that cooled him down. Trace didn't need to think so dirty of her friend. He felt her hands finally stop on his hips and she pushed them side to side emphasizing he had to sway them. Okay, that made so much more sense. She turned back around and he let out a frustrated sigh. Him and his stupid hormones.
Cassidy grabbed his hands and laid them on her hips and he thought he was about to freaking burst. All the heat rose to his face as he finally swayed with her. They were finally going along to the beat and it was actually pretty fun. Trace gripped her hips a little tighter, moving his hands up the swoop of her curves and back down to her hips. God, he hadn't even realized how nice her body was. Trace was trying so hard to keep his thoughts clean as they continued to dance. He leaned down and put his lips near her ear so she could hear him better."Damn, you can really move your hips." His voice came out kind of husky and he really didn't mean it. Trace lifted his face away from her ear and continued to dance with her. Well, grinding? Ah fuck, he didn'tknow.
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Post by cassidy on Aug 15, 2011 19:16:50 GMT
Cassidy smiled when Trace finally began moving his hips with hers. For her, dancing came naturally. Moving her hips to any type of beat was easy and she had been doing it for a while. School dances were always fun for her because dancing at them was entertaining for everyone. The nerdy kids were always the best to dance with, in her opinion, because they were stiff like Trace. It was fun to make their night better for at least a song or two, but then she got over it and went to some sexy guy again. It was always like that. She always went for the better looking guy. It was just in her nature she supposed. Really though, who would want to be with an unattractive guy? Or girl.
She had noticed the way Trace looked at her, but she didn’t mind at all. She liked it when people looked back at her and took a second glance or ogled at her breasts. It made her feel good. Made her think about how good she looked. Suddenly Trace was next to her ear, making her thoughts disappear. She laughed and felt his hands moving along her hips. She turned and rested one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. She was already basically on her tippy toes, to when she tried to make herself taller, she ended up just pulling him down so that she would talk into his hear. “I know! Many people have told me. You don’t seem to be in place here for some reason though!” she yelled loud enough so that he would be able to hear. Her hand moved from his chest down his torso and to his lower side.
She laughed and put herself back on the ground. The song was nearly over, and she was parched. Cassidy didn’t understand how people could drink and dance sometimes. She had done it, but she always had this weird feeling in her stomach and a headache. It was one reason she stops doing it, but also she found that acting drunk got guys. She didn’t have to drink loads of alcohol just to get a guy in the sack. Really if the guy was drunk enough or not so great looking, he wouldn’t really have a problem with Cassidy’s looks or whether or not she was just as plastered as he. She had stopped with all the drinking a while ago and now only drank anything when she wanted the taste of it. She didn’t ever get drunk anymore.
Cassidy smiled when the song finally changed, this time without having the music stop, and she gestured towards the bar. Cassidy took Trace’s hand and started walking to the bar with a wide grin still on her face. She didn’t wait for Trace to order something, but called out to the bartender to get two waters. He got a couple of water bottles and handed them over to her. She paid him and turned to hand one of them Trace. She took off the cap and downed half of the water. A guy got up with some girl, and she stole his seat. She patted the seat beside her for Trace to sit beside her. “Come on, don’t be shy!” she yelled for him to hear. She crossed her leg and felt her dress go up another half inch, but she didn’t bother trying to pull it down. She liked her legs, and liked to show them off. Guys didn’t seem to mind either. Cassidy smiled and sipped at her drink while she watched the dance floor continue to move with the music.
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Post by TRACE ZACHARY LEWIS on Aug 23, 2011 3:36:30 GMT
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The constant bass basically booming around the crowd was starting to make him nauseous. He felt so overwhelmed by all the energy around him. Trace's eyes watched all the other people laughing and dancing, having a good time. He just felt so awkward and out of place as he danced with Cassidy. Trace could feel her amusement at his underdog awkwardness. He was so stiff with dancing and moving his body along with Cassidy. Plus her hands being all over him just wasn't helping him. For one thing, he hadn't been laid in God knows how long. So having an attractive girl's soft hands all over his tall body was just making him on edge and nervous. Trace gulped, his mouth getting dry. He wasn't sure how long he could just let her be all over him before he basically exploded from the frustration. Trace wasn't going to sleep with her, he couldn't. Of course he'd like too, because she was like sex on legs. She had such a unique look about her and her personality was naturally alluring. So sometimes he couldn't help but stare at her. Trace usually wasn't even a horndog, he didn't look at girls in a sexual way. Well, sometimes the thoughts just popped up naturally. But it wasn't like he was trying to bust a nut in every girl he saw.
Trace was a guy, so even if he did have so called morals, he still couldn't keep his hands to himself. Last time he had slept with someone, she was a stranger, which he regretted so much. He always found it dirty and disgusting to have sex with people he didn't know. Trace respected that other people didn't mind, but in his mind he couldn't let his own body collide with someone he didn't know. But the girl was just someone he had met at a bar. Plus he was pretty buzzed, and he was actually a little more silly than usual. The girl found that funny. Trace totally wished he could take it back. But he wasn't sure if he would have lasted any longer without some sexual release. He just felt so deprived. It was ridiculous. So many girls were always asking him, but he just couldn't. Trace wasn't going to fuck someone off the streets. Might as well get a hooker and actually buy it, since he felt that dirty. Trace was deathly afraid of hookers and prostitutes, so that was saying something.
Trace wet his lips, still gliding along with Cassidy to the beat. He couldn't even stand the heat around him. Trace was gonna have to take off the damn jacket sooner or later. Trace looked up toward the dj again and back around the crowd, he still had no idea why he had let Lucas drag him here. Lucas was probably the only Demon he'd ever get along with. So their friendship kind of surprised him and pretty much let Lucas influence him into anything. Like making a complete asshole of himself and go to a club. Trace just had no idea what to do with himself or with Cassidy. Sure he was starting to have fun with her, but felt like a lost puppy. He was older than Cass, yet she seemed far more experienced then he ever would. And that kind of bothered him, he wasn't going to lie.
Trace noted that the song was beginning to end, and the fast beat was starting to recede. He had just spoke in Cassidy's ear and she spun around to answer him. Her hand rested on his chest and his shoulder as she tried to pull herself up to talk in his ear. Even though the song was ending, it was still fucking loud. Trace leaned down more, but found himself simply being pulled. He strained, trying to catch what she was saying. His breath caught in his throat as her hand slid down her his chest down his long torso and on his lower side. His blue eyes looked down at where her hand was rested and he looked back up at her face. He smiled,"Well, it's a good skill. Bet all the bitches are jealous." Trace said in her ear, speaking pretty loud. He laughed, knowing pretty well the other girls were probably jealous of Cassidy. The other funny thing was how he used 'bitches'. That was just not a word he normally used, so he sounded pretty dorky saying it. But eh, he didn't care.
Trace watched as she got on back on her flat feet, from trying to strain to get up to his ear. His tallness was amusing and aggravating at the same time. He looked up when he realized the song had ended and was changing. Trace's blue eyes moved down to Cassidy who was smiling at him. She grabbed his hand and began to drag him away from the dancefloor and over to the bar. He honestly didn't feel like drinking drinking, so he was relieved when she ordered two waters. As soon as she handed him it, he thanked her. He uncapped it and chugged it down. He let out a sigh when he felt pretty hydrated. Trace pulled off his jacket, revealing his collage of tattoos. He held it on his arms, and sat next to Cassidy. He smiled at her, his eyes wandering down her dress riding up. Ah fuck, was she like trying to kill him with her sexiness? He averted his eyes, drinking his water nervously."I bet you can tell I don't really come to places like this. I look like a fucking nerd." He leaned closer to her so she could hear him. Well, there was nothing wrong with being nerdy, but that was the best way to explain things.
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Post by cassidy on Aug 28, 2011 20:53:10 GMT
Cassidy hadn’t known Trace for very long, but the time she had been with him, she knew he wasn’t really the type of guy to just hop into bed with a girl. She didn’t even think he was much of a drinker either. She was kind of glad to have another person around that didn’t drink as much as most of the other people in the club. Sometimes drunk people were annoying as fuck. They were always groping and touching you when you least wanted to be touched. They didn’t have a filter either when they spoke. The worst kind of drunk person was the one that yelled when they spoke and can’t even stand. The last house party she was at, some guy that looked like a light skinned Lil Wayne was exactly like that. If you got three feet away from him you could still smell the alcohol on him and it was not pleasing at all. It almost made her stomach churn thinking about it.
In the club, there was a mix of musk, sweat, and alcohol in the air. To some it was probably unpleasing, but Cassidy had gotten used to it after a few visits. She really did come to the Club of Daggers a little too often. Except it was the only club in town so she didn’t have a variety to choose from. And besides there was always life and a huge amount of people here, so that was a plus, right? Either way, she liked it here as long as she found someone by the end of the night to fuck. She didn’t know why, but ever since Colby had left, she had always been taking guys home. None of them compared to Colby though. Maybe it was the fact that Colby had been a demon, and they were in love when they did it, and that had some kind of effect with it? She didn’t know she just wished guys were sometimes better in the sack. Cassidy wondered if Trace, being a human, knew about the supernatural world. Most humans didn’t, but Colby had told her all about it when he told her that he was a demon. It wasn’t as much frightening as it was shocking.
She blinked and forgot all about that night when Trace spoke. She laughed and patted Trace’s chest. “They’re always jealous of the girl with the sexiest guy in the room.” She smiled at Trace and took his hand to drag him over to the bar. She sipped her water and turned herself so that it was easier to hear Trace speak into her ear. She laughed a little and looked at him. She saw his absolutely gorgeous tattoos. She had never been more turned on by Trace. Jesus his ink was sexy. She bit her lip a little and ran her finger down his arm. “You did with the jacket, but now… Now you look like you fit in perfectly.” She chugged the rest of her water and stood up again. It was time to dance again.
Cassidy grinned at Trace and pulled him off of the stool. “Come on, this song is easy to dance to.” She laughed and pulled Trace to the outskirts of the large group dancing. She turned to him and threw her head back to get all of her hair out of her way and behind her back. She ran her hands down her neck and looked back at Trace with her lip between her teeth again. Someone behind her bumped into her unexpectedly and sent her right into Trace. She turned and yelled, but he looked too drunk to notice anyone around him. Cassidy turned back to Trace and the anger faded from her expression. She moved her hips along with the music, but she was bumped into again by the same guy. She huffed out a sigh and turned around. “Get the fuck out of here!” she yelled. She had had enough of this idiot guy that was so plastered he couldn’t even stand. She looked around for a bouncer and saw one to her right. She waved him over. Before the bouncer could get there, the guy started screaming at Cassidy.
She backed up into Trace and to get away from him, and finally the bouncer came and simply picked the guy up. Cassidy blinked and started dancing again like nothing had happened. Since she was already against Trace, she just danced right there. He still didn’t put his hands on her, so she once again did it for him. From there, it was up to him. he basically had a free pass to grope her since she was the one that put his hands on her. Besides, Trace was her only interest right now. She hadn’t seen anyone as good-looking. Especially after he took his jacket on and now exposed those absolutely gorgeous tattoos.
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Post by TRACE ZACHARY LEWIS on Sept 2, 2011 6:50:21 GMT
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Since this really wasn't his cup of tea, he was honestly hoping he wasn't making Cassidy bored. Trace was trying oh so hard to try and live up to what she was trying to make him do. The dancing was pretty heated for him. Trace was going to admit, he was pretty comfortable with sex, but that really got him heated. Probably for the fact he hadn't been laid in God knew how long. Trace wasn't going to go out and find some random chick to bang. He had values. If he was going to mess around with someone it would have to be someone he knew. He respected people who disagreed with him and thought it was fun to sleep around. What he had heard about Cassidy, she liked to do that. Just because he wasn't really fond of it, he wasn't going to judge her because she did it. It was her life, Trace wasn't going to boss her around or anything. She had a mind of her own and a pretty straight head on her shoulders. Trace just couldn't even fathom having friends with benefits. He had tried it one while he was in Manuka. But it kind of failed. Trace just wasn't into it. If he was going to sleep with someone, there had to be feeling in it. Plus he barely knew the girl, because he definitely couldn't find it in himself to make out with any of his friends. Most of his friends anyways were a bit underage or were simply the opposite sex. Sure, he flirted with just about everyone he met, but he was just being his usual self. He never really realized he was flirting.
But at that moment with Cassidy, his usual cool and smooth personality was a bit out the window. He couldn't think straight and he had no idea what he was doing. Trace was glad at least she was walking him through it. She was probably laughing at him in her mind. Cass would probably go laugh about him with her friends later on. About how gangly and unattractive he was. Trace knew he was pretty good looking, but the way he was acting wasn't really making him look as nice as usual. He kind of has a scared puppy dog look on his face and he couldn't wipe on the expression. As much as he wished he could. Trace wished he wasn't being so weird and shy. Usually he was smiling and teasing the other. He was out of his element for one. Trace wasn't a party person. Sure he would go out for drinks with some friends, but not in such a high paced and loud atmosphere. He wanted to kick Lucas' ass for just leaving him there. Trace didn't know what the hell he was doing. Or where he was going. Or how to even get back. Trace knew the town pretty well from living there, but at night it looked so much different. He usually didn't drive or travel around at night because he always got lost.
Trace was always wandering everyone. Also, Lucas had drove them and he was pretty sure he was stranded at the club. He could find a ride back or call a taxi or something. Trace was trying not to think too far ahead. He had no idea how the night would end up. Trace would probably have the best night of his life or something. He just needed to loosen up and let himself have fun. He was being too uptight and timid about things. Maybe some more alcohol in his system would be good. No,he needed to be sober for the night. No more idiot moves. Trace couldn't find himself woken up with another dumb ass tattoo. He was actually thinking of getting a few more sober, to actually take time and consider what he wants. He of course would need to get a little tipsy before going. Sure he loved tattoos, but they still fucking hurt to get them. It wasn't as sweet and quick as Trace made it seem.
He was still a nervous mess as Cass pulled him towards the bar. But it was nice to get away from the dancefloor. He didn't know how much longer he could take it before pouncing on Cassidy. Trace wasn't one to be so wanting to actually jump someone's bones, but for some reason tonight he was being a bit like that. Trace let out a small laugh at Cassidy's statement. It was obviously a compliment, but with compliments he never really accepted them like a normal person would."Where is this sexy guy you're talking about?" He joked, actually feeling himself slip into his usual humor. Trace just needed to loosen up. He was never so stiff and scared. Trace was always the one to try and get others to be like that. He felt like the roles were really switched for the night. He would have never thought something like this would happen.
It felt so much better to take off the damn jacket. He didn't know why he even wore it. Trace was just kind of used to covering up. He didn't really care where it ended up. He was honestly tired of seeing it at that point. As he pulled the jacket off and tucked it over his other arm. Fuck that jacket, it was making him hot. He could buy another anyways. His blue eyes snapped over to Cass as he felt her fingertips run over his arm. Trace's eyes widened a bit as she bit her lip, and an eletric shock went over his body as her finger continued to trace over his arms. His eyes lingered on her lips where she was biting down on them, but he quickly looked back up into her eyes when she spoke again. He flashed her a toothy grin,"Well, that's nice to know." Trace ran a hand through his hair, not really caring how it look at that moment. It was kinda all over the place like it usually was. He was happy his hair didn't curl up all embarrassingly in the heat. He thanked his mom for giving him straight hair.
Trace finished off his water setting it down, his eyes widened when Cass stood up, exclaiming they needed to dance again. He groaned, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear it over the loud music. Trace was pulled abruptly up from his bar stool and his jacket kind of just slithered from his arm and fell onto the floor. He stared at it for a moment wanting to grab it, but Cass was already pulling him along. As soon as they were back on the dance. His eyes were basically planted on Cassidy as she began to dance. Trace chewed on the inside of his cheeks as he watched her. He just wanted to grab her and seriously take her away. But he was seriously too nervous and scared to even try and do that. Trace blinked and snapped out of his little trance as he realized she was getting bumped. And Cassidy seemed to realize it too. Because she turned to yell at the dude. Trace was kind rooted at the spot and lost at what to do, because he had no idea what was happening really. Trace blinked, trying to process what was going on. Should he do something? Because standing there just made him looking stupid. Plus it seemed like Cassidy was getting pretty mad, he felt he should step in. But he bouncer was motioned over in the snap of a finger and things were fixed.
Before he knew it, Cass was dancing on him again. Trace blinked in surprise, but went along with it. Yet again she grabbed his hands and set it on her. Every fiber in his body wanted to rub up and down her body, but his mind was screaming at him not to. He just simply rested his hands on her hips, while she danced against him. Trace seriously felt so flustered, he needed some type of action or he was going to explode. Trace gripped her hips a little tighter, swaying with her. He lightly dug his nails in her skin as they danced. This time it actually felt pretty nice to dance. Trace figured he was starting to get used to it. He hoped so.
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Post by cassidy on Sept 2, 2011 8:16:46 GMT
Cassidy was the type of girl to not give two fucks about what people thought about her. If someone didn’t like her because she liked to have sex, then that was their problem. Most of the time the people that didn’t like her for that reason were people that couldn’t get any at all or they were prudes that thought it was a “sin” and had sticks up their asses. She never understood why people like to try to tell her what was right and wrong for her. She knew what was right and wrong for her and her only. She never tried to tell people how to live, so she thought they should do the same and mind their own damn business. Trace didn’t seem to mind that she liked fucking guys—and girls on occasion. She liked that about him. He never judged her and it made her like him even more. She was glad to know that there were still people in the world that didn’t judge every move she made. It was fucking annoying.
Trace had finally taken off his leather jacket. She didn’t know how the hell he had worn it for this long. She was hot as hell and she had on a skimpy dress. She was finally able to see his arms which held a bunch of tattoos. And holy shit he had some sexy tattoos. Ink turned her on. But that was just adding onto the pile of sex standing next to her. She knew she sometimes thought like a guy. For instance, she was thinking about how utterly delicious Trace would be in the sack. Most girls wouldn’t admit to thinking about things like that, but Cassidy would come right out and tell you that you looked like you could make a girl happy in bed. Hopefully he would be making her happy later tonight because she was definitely in the mood.
She laughed when he sounded oblivious to her calling him sexy. She had known he liked to joke around after first meeting him. He was a pretty funny guy, and he amused her. It was just another plus. She just nudged him while her laughter died down to a small chuckle. Cassidy was too busy looking at the lines on his arms to notice him looking at her as she traced the patterns in his arm. She smiled and looked back up into his eyes. “Nice tats. They hurt you as bad as mine hurt me?” she asked with a small smile. Yes. Her tattoos were seriously painful. The length of time it took to do the one on her hip and the one on her side was dreadful, but she didn’t regret getting them. They meant something to her, all of them. She wasn’t the kind of girl to just pic out some random ass thing to get permanently tattooed on her body. She didn’t want to be completely covered in them either. When she got old, she didn’t want to have wrinkly old skin with faded ink all over her. It would look gross and seriously unattractive.
Cassidy pulled her friend out onto the dance floor. At first everything was fine, but some asshole wouldn’t stop bumping into her. She was so glad she knew most of the staff here, because the problem was taken care of immediately. Even when she hadn’t known them though, they would help her with jerks that wouldn’t leave her the fuck alone when she didn’t want them groping her. She had fucked most of them for doing such a great job. And they were all really good, too. It wasn’t surprising though. They were all pretty big burly men and were pretty well stocked. It was a bonus that after she had done the dirty with them that she was able to get into the club without any trouble.
It was a damn shame that Trace wasn’t feeling her up. She actually wanted him to, too. He had nice, large hands that fit nicely around her small hips. She felt his grip tighten a little and she pressed her body into his, rubbing against him. She smiled and put her hands behind her on his shoulders and ran them along his neck. She turned her head and pulled him down lightly and turned her body so his lips would finally meet hers. Fucking hell it took long enough to get somewhere with him. she thought. She didn’t hold back in kissing him, but put her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss by opening her mouth for him to explore on his own. Cassidy wasn’t one to waste time on making the first move. If she wanting someone, she went and got it if they were just standing there. If he didn’t take the hint, she was going to go find another guy. Damn, she was basically giving herself to him, and if he didn’t take it, someone else would. She was horny damn it, and she wanted to get it in tonight.
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Post by TRACE ZACHARY LEWIS on Oct 17, 2011 2:44:50 GMT
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If it wasn't for the water he was drinking, he was pretty sure he would have felt sick to his stomach from the atmosphere. The music was unbearably loud and the bass from the industrial song was making his stomach make weird groans in return. Trace felt his blue eyes travel through the crowds and crowds of stranger's faces, trying to distract himself from the girl next to him. He seriously felt like he was back in Holland again. Where he felt so lost and his social skills were as bad as the pimples that covered his face at his adolescent age. Trace tapped his foot nervously, glancing at Cassidy who was still engrossed in his tattoos. He must of had a long sleeve shirt on whenever she saw him. Trace barely remembered what he wore, so he could have been. She probably only saw the ones on his legs, which were covered up from the pants he was wearing. Trace had no idea how he had held up so long with the leather jacket on. He felt a bit stupid for wearing it, but it was cold outside and he hadn't known any better to go to coat check before going in because Lucas had ditched him. Trace should have known to have not come with the demon anyways. He was never reliable. If you were drunk and puking your guts out he wouldn't even help. Lucas would probably watch laughing his ass off.
Trace never understood the mind of others. He was raised to be nice. If someone was in pain or having a hard time, you were supposed to help them. Even if you hated the poor soul; you would need to put aside your differences for the moment and just do what has to be done. Trace never truly hated anyone, but he was pretty sure that rule wouldn't apply to someone he was pissed at. But even if he was slightly annoyed with someone he would definitely stop was he was doing and be at their aid. Because sometimes that was what had to be done. His mother always blabbed about karma and life values so Trace lived and breathed manners. Well, most of the time he did. When Trace was actually mad it was not a laughing matter. Most people giggled at the people who snapped. Usually the ones that are the nicest souls are the ones with the bad ass tempers. He tried to tell that to people, but it was pretty difficult to get Trace into a bad mood. Only thing that really got him down was when his family got hurt or his past followed him. The past was the past and it needed to be left there. It shouldn't be creeping on him and ruining his current and very stable life. Trace shook away the thought, realizing that his company had begun to speak again. He leaned a little bit closer to hear her.
Trace looked down at her, still feeling her trace over his arm. He must have really zoned out to not have noticed the real affect it was having on him. He took smooth and calm breathes, because he didn't want to freak her out and make Cass think he was some type of perv. Trace let his blue eyes look at her tattoos that covered her arm and he studied them for a few seconds before looking back up to her face. Trace had to force himself not to stare at her cleavage. He never was like this, so this kind of made him feel like such a weirdo. The only time he had been somewhat like this was in high school, but he had his girlfriend to take his sexual frustration out on. Which had been really nice, because now he had not one person. He sighed and snapped back into reality. He smiled, flashing his teeth and shrugging."I got half of these wasted. The only one I was sober for I think..." Trace paused and stared at his arms, searching for the tattoo and points to his right shoulder where the spider web was on his elbow."Was this one. So fuck yeah, it hurt. He studied the spider tattoo and thought of Barbwire back home. Trace never really introduced his tarantula to too many people. They got freaked out by her and never wanted to come to his house. Trace knew he had a weird obsession with spiders, which had been hidden when he moved to Manuka. People thought he was a weird pale kid who liked to shove spiders into people's faces in the other town's he lived in. Especially in Michigan.
And they were on the dance floor again. Yet again he was an awkward mess, but he let his body relax as he tightened her grip on her waist. Trace was trying to breath steady and just focus on the music and not the girl very nicely grinding against him. He felt her arms wrap his neck and rub down, his bit down on his bottom lip, staring up at the ceiling with a strained look. He seriously could not handle this. Trace released the hold on his lip when he saw Cassidy turn his head slightly and pull his head down to hers. And just as quick as that their lips met. He stiffened up for a few moments, but melted into the kiss. She had spun around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he had leaned down more to give her an easier time. Trace's hands pulled her close to him, letting his hands move onto the curve of her back instead. He felt as she pushed for him to open his mouth to deepen the kiss and he did. Blood was pounding in his ears and he couldn't even notice what was going on around him. Trace could not have space between them. They're bodies were smashed together as close as they could get. He was letting his hands just explore up and down her back, not moving below her waist since they were around so many people. Even if he was letting his mind go, there was still a small piece telling him not to be so barbaric. Because sometimes he was a bit too rough with some girls.
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Post by cassidy on Oct 24, 2011 5:34:12 GMT
Cassidy definitely was turned on by his tattoos, so when he had said he had gotten them while he was drunk, she had to laugh. She hadn’t gotten any of hers drunk, they were all on impulse though. She had just felt like getting one one day, and since then it had been at random times when she just felt the urge again to do it. From then until now, she had gotten quite a few. She couldn’t even remember all of them. She had a terrible memory as it was, so she wasn’t too worried about it. “You can see all of mine tonight if you want.” She said with a devilish grin. Oh this night was going to go well. She could feel it now.
Cassidy felt really good for some reason. She could feel it in the air that tonight she was going to get someone. And she knew by now that Trace was going to be that guy, she would seduce the hell out of him if she had to, because she wanted his sexy body somewhere in her bed with no clothes on and her on top of him… okay, you get the picture, but she really wanted him, and she was getting excited for it just thinking about it. She doubted she would have to try too hard to get him to come home with her. All she would have to do is bite her lip and pout a little and show some cleavage and she would be good. Not difficult at all! She was just about ready to jump his bones when they were finally on the dance floor. The way his seemingly inexperienced hands moved along her hips and gripped her harder only made her willing to drag him into the bathroom to fuck him. Jesus, it had been too long since she had had sex. This was a little ridiculous now. She hadn’t thought of taking someone into the bathroom in...only God knew how long. And the bathrooms here weren’t very sanitary. Scratch that plan, she could take him to her car and screw him there if it came down to it.
Cassidy kissed him then. And did his kiss her back. She ran her hands through his hair and let him explore her mouth. Hot damn he was a good kisser. She let one hand roam from his hair to his chest and down his stomach. If she wasn’t to smushed up against him and there weren’t so many people around, she would have gone lower, but all of these damn people were ruining her little moment. She was unfortunately pushed again, breaking their kiss. She turned around and yelled at the guy in French (because when she got really, really angry, it came out) and turned back to Trace. “That was fun.” She said laughing and pecked him on the lips once more.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd with her. As she walked past Jerry, she kissed his cheek and winked at him. He was really a nice guy and deserved a girl that would treat him right. Cassidy grabbed her spare car key from under her rear tire smiled. “Come on.” She said. Fuck the clever tricks and the pouts, she was going to be bold and was going to take him home. She sat in her car and waited for him to get in. “Your house or mine?” she asked. There was no beating around the bush with Cassidy. She told you exactly what she thought, when she thought it. And that was the way it always had been. She didn’t mind it much that some people couldn’t handle the truth, or that they didn’t like how blunt or confident she was. if they didn’t like it, then fuck them. She didn’t need to be friends with them anyways.
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