Post by Claire Bryants on Jun 10, 2010 23:59:54 GMT -6
A brown haired girl walked around her room grabbing all sorts of pieces of clothing for tonight. She needed to go out a get a drink and dance. She needed to get out everything she was feeling. She couldn't decide what to wear, and she glanced at the clock again. Claire shrugged and decided black with faded jeans would be perfect for a nice dance club...she didn't want to be too sexy, but not too modest at the same time. She knew there would be alcohol there and was silently thanking whoever had made this club called "The X Spot." She needed some alcohol, needed to have a good time at this club after what her stepfather had done.
She slipped out of her casual clothes and dressed in her tight faded jeans with the rips and her tight, black corset tank top with the laces in the back, layering a long-sleeved open black jacket over it although she'd take that off when she got to the club. She pulled on her black high heel boots, not her slayer boots, but her nicer boots, and made sure they were comfy on her feet before standing up and looking at herself in the mirror. She had already done her hair and make up. She had tried to cover up the red on her face where her father had hit her. She decided that she looked nice enough, and it was time for her to go.
Leaving her room, Claire headed out the door and to her car with a contented smile on her face, knowing she'll have some fun tonight if she had to force herself. She took off down the street, looking for the club as she wove through streets. Once she got there, she got out and tossed the keys to a valet guy waiting at the side of the street. The bouncers all smiled at her, knowing her face and allowing her to get past immediately. Everyone at the club liked Claire, since she never caused trouble for them and was a great dancer. Several male heads turned to stare at her as she walked in the open door with a smile on her face. She slightly ignored it, bobbing her head to Kesha coming out of the speakers and looking for the alcohol. She glanced around and finally saw the bar with different bottles of alcohol on it. She headed straight for it, sighing in relief.
"Oh, beautiful!" Claire whispered as she ordered something from Riley, one of the bartenders who always served her. She asked for something a bit stronger than the usual, and he frowned but obliged. She soon found herself sipping at the alcohol in her cup as she scanned faces all around her. Finally, she moved to the dance floor with everyone around her and started to dance unconsciously to the rhythm of the fast pulse of the music, her waves partially blocking her face but still out of her brown eyes, which were all the more obvious against her skin with the eye make up she had put on earlier.