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Post by veronica trinity hart on Dec 24, 2013 18:50:52 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/xmsyet.jpg) ![](http://i57.tinypic.com/11ux3pu.jpg) Ronnie loved the loud music of Marquee. She had been sneaking into clubs like this for as long as it was possible and bumping shoulders on the dance floor was nothing new to her. The nightlife in New York was completely different to LA, but still kept Ronnie in those ridiculously high heels until dawn most nights. It was hard to believe that anyone could be born into this lifestyle, but Ronnie remembered the fabulous parties and grand clubs since she was a little girl. Of course, back then she was whisked away before any of the fun really began, but she understood it all now after living her life the way she had. Tonight she wasn’t out celebrating or drowning her sorrows, but simply looking for something fun. After a day of interning at a fashion house that she was already well acquainted with, the tall blonde had been dying to slip on one of her party outfits and hit the clubs for a night of dancing, drinking and mingling. It hadn’t been a stressful day, but with the radio on and the music playing, it had put the Beverly Hills girl in the mood to dance; something not entirely recommended when measuring lengths of fabric to the exact millimetre.
The second she had the chance, Ronnie showered, picked out one of her dresses and then went through the process of taming her thick hair. The radio blasted as she got herself ready, the twenty-two year old singing along as she struggled to choose between two different pairs of high heels. Once that decision had been made, all Ronnie had to do was check her purse and then lock her condo up for the evening. She only had one neighbour on this floor and she paused to chat with him for a short moment. He worked for a security firm and was the boyfriend of Ronnie’s personal trainer; in fact, he was how Ronnie had managed to get him for such a good price! She insisted she didn’t need it, but he checked in from time to time, especially if he hadn’t seen the young blonde in a few days. She thought she didn’t need it, but she appreciated his concern. It was still nice to have someone that cared and paid attention, and she didn’t need to worry about him having any ulterior motives when he called around. After pleasantries and the promise to do brunch that weekend, Ronnie was on her way again, catching the elevator down to hail a cab.
She had sent a few texts to friends she knew were still in the city, rather than on vacation, letting them know where she was going first. If they came along then great, but Ronnie wouldn’t call the night a waste if they were already occupied with dates or work or whatever else the city that never sleeps decided to throw at them. Ronnie was a big girl and she could cope on her own, even find fun on her own. Once her ID and a mischievous smile had been flashed at the bouncer by the door, Ronnie stepped inside the loud nightclub, her dark eyes taking only a second to adjust. She saw no one she recognised floating around nearby, so made her way to the bar instead, her long blonde locks tickling her arm as she leaned on the cool bar top. Pulling a crisp note from her purse, she gave the bartender a small smile and ordered a Kamikaze to get the night started. She stayed close to the bar, raising the glass for a short sip of her drink. The night was still early, but the Marquee was already pretty full.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 1:40:00 GMT -5
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So this was New York’s night life? Everyone drinking and partying before school started back up and their summers were over. Honestly James couldn’t see much of a difference between here or LA or really any city in the world. But it was New York City and as long as there was Vodka, James was a very happy camper. He walked along the street smiling at passer-bys and looking occasionally towards the odd cab seeing how their passengers were faring. The weather was good here, especially for a night like tonight. As much as he had argued with his uncle, he was glad he left the apartment for a reason that wasn’t work or school related. He had just passed his final exams earning him a spot in SWAT so he was happy and could feel himself radiating it. Hell it was probably one of the first times he had actually smiled since he graduated MP School six years earlier. But it didn’t matter to him as he rolled up his sleeves and found himself opposite of a club that seemed to be busy.
“Marquee? Should I go in?”
He was speaking to no one in particular as he looked back and forth down the street, sure there were a couple of bars here and there but it seemed this was the place to be. He could feel the music and his heartbeat starting to line up and he smiled as he started across the dead-stop traffic. This was his sign to head over and see what was so popular about this place. He ended up looking a line that he had over looked. He pulled out his Military ID, as he hadn’t gotten his driver license yet, and held it in his hands waving it between his thumb and pinky as he looked at the line. It wasn’t long, but it seemed to be moving slowly. He decided instead to walk up to one of the bouncers and decided to talk to him to see if it was worth waiting in line.
“Hey man. You guys always this busy?”
“Shit brotha. This is nothing, but it’s about to get poppin’ up in dis bitch in a couple a hours. We gonna be making bank once the big parties show up. You know what I’m sayin? You new around here or sumthin’?”
“Yeah man, just got back from Afghanistan and just been looking for a good party spot.”
“Afghanistan? No shit brotha. Hey new rule at this club, military gets front of the line. ID and you’re in brotha.”
“Well it’d be rude of me to turn down such a generous offer my man. If you see me by the bar I’ll get you a drink.”
The bouncer laughed as he let James through the ropes and slapped him on the back. Once inside, the club was loud and bright, just the way a club should be in James’ opinion. He looked around for a second to take in this sight of the place and to adjust. But once that was done he walked over to the bar and leaned against the bar next to a blonde woman. He gave her the typical once over and gave her a smile. He ran his hand through his hair, which had grown some since he had come back to the states, and held out his ID and credit card to the bartender.
“Open a tab and a double of whiskey neat.”
The Bartender nodded his head and took James’ cards. He returned a few seconds later with the drink, which James downed in one go and placed the empty glass on the bartop, he motioned to the Bartender who got him another one. He turned to the blonde woman next to him and spoke. He turned his body to face her and to look over the crowd. His eyes were staying in the crowd as he spoke as to not just stare into the side of her face like an idiot.
“If your boyfriend isn’t around I’ll buy your next drink. If he is then I’ll still buy you a drink. How’s that sound?”
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Post by veronica trinity hart on Jan 25, 2014 16:25:24 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/xmsyet.jpg) ![](http://i57.tinypic.com/11ux3pu.jpg) Ronnie was used to living with a non-stop social life. Between her parents when she was younger and her own time on the runways she didn't really have much of a quiet life now. It was sort of instinct to head out to a club most nights of the week and while she didn't drink to get drunk like some people, Ronnie did like to have a good time. So, maybe she was a little spoilt and used to living on easy street, but she was still going to make something of herself. People made the mistake of thinking she was just another one of those girls who went out on daddy's dime and didn't have a serious commitment in her life, but they would be wrong. Ronnie worked hard to prove herself as something more than her mother wanted her to be. Sure, her modelling career had been fun and she'd reached places others might only have dreamt of, but that was all in the past. Now she was at college, putting in the hours at the fashion house and then hitting the city to party until dawn. Brunches, spa days and generally taking care of herself made all of that possible without the stresses of the world weighing down on her.
The Marquee was probably one of Ronnie's favourite places to be. She couldn't say she'd ever had a bad night out there. Other clubs held memories of ruined dresses, terrible dates or guys who couldn't keep their hands to themselves, but The Marquee had always been good to her. She checked her phone again to see if anyone had responded to her message. There were two apologies and excuses for not coming out tonight, but that was about it. Ronnie didn't mind though; she had attended parties in the past where she knew no one. That had been business related though, or had more to do with her father's band. Luckily, it was rare for someone to recognise her and hassle her in places at dimly lit as a nightclub, so she could enjoy herself without needing to worry about someone showing up with a recorder and asking about rumours regarding her dear old dad. She felt the presence appear near her, but didn't acknowledge the guy straight away since that was just something Ronnie never did. It usually led to unwanted comments or people jumping in to cause trouble because vodka brought out their nasty side. When he did speak though, apparently to her, he caught her attention. “It sounds like someone is confident I'll say yes to his offer.” She commented, turning to face him as she arched her eyebrow and downed the remainder of her current cocktail. “Make it a cosmopolitan and I might just do that.” She flirted lightly.
She hadn't expected to meet someone right away, or for it to be a guy boldly offering to buy her a drink. Usually that took a bit of time and some batting of her eyelashes. However, Ronnie wasn't the type to complain about a free drink, so long as the guy didn't think one drink would mean a cab ride back to her condo. “So why are you buying me a drink and not your girlfriend?” She asked, knowing that she was just fishing for something that might have been obvious. However she had seen and met guys in the past who would flirt with girls right up until the 'love of their life' walked through the club door. Ronnie was not into that kind of crap, so she liked to set markers straight from the off. The way she saw it was as a precaution for the guy so that he didn't get a face full of vodka later on in the evening.
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