Post by Quistis Trepe on Nov 30, 2012 8:33:41 GMT -5
This was it, the moment of truth. Quistis narrowed her eyes some as she stared at the entrance of the nightclub. This was so out of her league, it wasn’t even funny. She’d been so dedicated to her studies in the past that she’d never really gone out to try and live the teen life of partying and drinking and all that irresponsible stuff that teenagers did. She still didn’t feel the need to engage in those sort of activities, but she did feel the need to feel some sort of kinship with other people her age, and what better way to mingle than by going to the places they liked to frequent? She had it all figured out, now she just needed to take the last step and actually enter the place. Yes… like… right now. Go on. Her feet didn’t seem to be cooperating. Alright, after this couple enters, you run in and party like there’s never been partied before. You can do it! You can… do… it?
She stopped again just in front of the door, her lips curling downwards in a frown when she heard the loud music truly fill her ears now. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled her nostrils, and all she really wanted to do was run for the hills and read a book or something. Was there really no other way? Couldn’t she just go to the beach or join some club or something? No… no she needed people intoxicated for this, just in case she made an enormous fool out of herself, at least no one would remember it come next morning. The blonde took one last deep breath before finally pushing the doors to the club open and reluctantly stepping inside. She squinted her eyes against the bright neon lights and uneasily shrugged out of her jacket when she realized just how warm it was in here. As she made her way to the bar, a few idiots commented how her glasses looked like a disco ball with how they reflected the lights, but she decided to just ignore them for now. They were obviously too far gone already to listen to reason. After the sixth or so comment though, Quistis grumbled under her breath and just took them off entirely, shoving her spectacles into her pocket. There, problem solved. Now the other problem was not running into people or objects because her eyes sucked without some sort of aid.
And surely enough, it took less than ten seconds for her to bump into someone. “Pardon me miss,” she spoke in a polite tone before hearing a very masculine voice reply to her. “Uh… sir.” She corrected quickly, not realizing that he’d already walked off again. This was going well. If she kept this up, it would surely be a fun night for all parties involved. After bumping into a few more people, lecturing a guy on the meaning of the word “no” and pulling apart a couple that was getting a little too friendly with one another with the intent of avoiding another teenage pregnancy, Quistis finally made her way to the bar and just slumped down in one of the seats, glaring down at the bar itself as though it had wronged her in some way. Maybe she really was a lost cause.
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Note: No muse/10 \o/
Simply excellent. I give you the first acceptance and the only one, actually, unless Taiya wants to hop on to see. 
I'll ask her.