[[Opne]] Shes.At.The.Bottom.Of.The.Bottle

[Trixy]

You cant help but love the way that he flow
When he leave the club ladies be like
“Did you see which way did he go?"
Battle raps are cool but not for radio though
When my single drop Imma charge like 80 a show
If you droppin with me get ready for a pitfall

She gotz them club clothes

The beats were pulsing, and the night was just beginning to start. The night crowds were just starting to come out. Diamond slowly walked down the sidewalk with her head down watching her feet move in rhythm. The light grey hood of her jacket was slightly pulled over her head as she walked. Her zipper of her jacket was zipped down halfway and she let the breeze lightly brush over her bare stomach. The gold dollar sign chain that she always seemed to be wearing, was bouncing on her chest when she took steps.

Her long legs were shown with the club outfit that she had put on tonight. It was some what skimpy, but she cared little for what people thought. It was a club, she wasn’t about to come fully covered. A strong breeze flowed over her un covered legs and she shivered slightly. The breeze only fueled her to move faster towards Club One.

As she steadily approached the Club, she could feel the vibrations sent out through the floor from the loud club music being played. A smile began to form on her lips as she recognized the familiar feeling and knew that she was heading in the right directions. She could see a few people struggling to get past the bouncer that sat in front of the club. All that Diamond would merely have to do was show him who she was.

Which was what she did. As she approached the entrance and pulled back her grey hood and looked up at the bouncer in the poor light that the club lights gave off. The bouncer quickly looked at her, and recognized her face. She had been there so many times; many of the people there knew her by her look. Her pulled away the red barrier rope and let her enter. She reached the door and the music increased loudly.

As she entered the building and she could smell cigarette smoke, and she could also make out the smell of alcohol. The club crowd didn’t seem to be too bad. It wasn’t jam packed, but it wasn’t spacious either. As the smell of alcohol continued to waft over her, it made her mouth water and she craved a cranberry vodka. Sure it was a weird combination to most, but it was Diamond’s drink of choice.

She was able to squeeze through the dancing crowd to sit at the long bar. Not many seats were filled, which to what Diamond guessed, was because mostly everyone was on the dance floor. As the bartender questioned her about her drink choice, she asked for her cranberry vodka.

She leaned back and let her bare skin make contact with the cold wood backing of the bar stool. Once again she eyed the club. She could tell that it wouldn’t be too long before the club would be bouncing, and she couldn’t wait. She could feel that tonight was just a night to get wasted.

[[♥] Pistol [♥]]

.x. Pistol .x.

Click for ze pimpness

The stars were just coming out, and all the nocturnal people like Shakira were finally rising. Like vampires in the night, except... not quite. Her gaze was up and looking around, she wore a white jacket over her light colored, shiny clothing, like a raccoon she couldn't stay away from the shiny, the bling. She wore a few different necklaces around her neck, all shiny and huge and gold, along with a white hat cocked sideways on her head with giant, silver hoop earrings. She wore all white and shiny metallic pants to throw her gang colors.

All that was visible was the bill of her hat under her hood. Her jacket was zipped all the way up, her white gloved hands layed relaxed in her pockets. She didn't necessarily feel comfortable with being here, on another gangs claim, but after 5 years you kind of got used to it, but never all the way. If you weren't stupid anyhow, your guard never dropped.

Her face hid in shadow behind her hood, her make up heavy and well layed on. She watched the people, laughing at some who were already stumbling out wasted. They were crazy. It was perfect, you could see the most stars you were ever going to see in the middle of Denver. She stopped for a moment to look up.

When she got there, she walked past the line, on the outside of the red ropes. She got glares and words were shouted at her angrily, but she walked on, unfazed. They'd never know her once she took her hood off. When she got there, the bouncer seemed to think he knew who she was, but wasn't sure. So she pulled up her sleeve barely, relieving her tattoo on the side of her wrist. Her gang sign, he nodded and said a hello, letting her in.

When she walked in, she saw the crowd. Not jam packed yet, but it was just starting. Her gaze then fell over to the bar, and not many seats were filled, but people were filing in by the moment. She smiled in her shadow of her hood, walking over to sit down beside a girl at the bar. She couldn't help it, she didn't know her but her shiny blingage attracted her, like a magnet.

She nodded a hello, ordering a tequila with flakes and sitting back, goose bumps popping out on her skin when it made contact with the cold material holding her up. She looked back over at the dancing people, then up at the lights, shaking her head. Jason got them cock eyed again. When she looked up, her head fell part way back, revealing part of her face. She got her drink and nodded a thank you with a polite smile, turning in her chair to face the girl one chair down, but far enough away she couldn't accidentally touch her.

She reached up with one hand, setting her hood down on her back. She shook her head slightly, pulling her hair out from under it's edges, letting it flow freely. It was straight tonight. She smiled at her, taking a sip. "

I'm Pistol." she said, holding out her hand politely to shake. She was in a gang, but she held the name loosely and it didn't keep her back from other people in other gangs, besides this girl might not be in one.

After shaking hands, she let it drop to her side, grasping the side of the chair to keep her balance. "I couldn't help but notice your bling. I like it." she said with a small smile, taking another small sip and making a face as she felt the flakes rip scratch her throat raw until it opened up and let the alcohol into her blood stream faster.

Already the alchohol and cigarrette smoke seemed to cloak her body in a smell that made you want to rip off your clothes. She smoked every once in awhile, but it wasn't an addiction, and she didn't like it being the very air she breathed. But that was all part of it. She came for the drinks, dance, music, and sometimes the people. The alchohol already warming her up, her goose bumps dispeared and her body began warming.

She unzipped her jacket, watching more people fill the seats beside them, and more people join the dance floor. A guy sitting on the other side of her tried to talk to her, but she nodded politely and then plantively ignored him. I came over here to talk to her, not you asshole. she thought, but didn't put a voice to the words in an attempt to keep herself polite. She was well mannered and polite, but still she was a crazy girl who liked to have fun. [/blockquote]