bright like a diamond .

[nicolette]

when you hold me, i'm alive & you and i are like diamonds in the sky

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 700px;] Nicolette hadn’t been in LA for any extended period of time for quite some time now. She’d come for photoshoots and stuff and the only people she ever saw were those in the shoot with her. So that was mainly just Bianca that she’d seen. She didn’t tell anyone that she was moving back. She didn’t want to tell them and then end up not moving back. The more she thought about it the more she realized she had so few people to even tell anyway. So many people had moved away and moved on with their lives. And then there were all the people who had problems with her when she’d left, which was the major reason she had left. She had made a lot of serious mistakes and couldn’t handle it. She thought she was a lot stronger than that, but deep down she knew damn well that she wasn’t. She couldn’t handle that many people being upset with her. Why did she decide now was a good time to come back? She honestly couldn’t tell you. She wanted to get her life back. She wanted to have fun with friends that she could keep for a while. In Hawaii she obviously had friends, but for the most part people were just visiting, so it was hard to make long term friendships. So here she was. She was sitting in an empty room in her new condo. She had boxes sitting in the hallway that needed to be unpacked and put away in this room. She really didn’t want to do it. She was still thinking about whether or not it was going to be a good decision to even come back. She wanted to be here and start all over again. She used to love being here and she wanted that feeling again. She wanted to be able to enjoy her life again. She didn’t used to be nearly this sad about her life and she was determined to not be this way any longer. She just wanted to be happy all the time like she was. She was going to find a way to keep herself happy and she was sure that all of this human interaction would be really good for her. She was going to try and not drink as much (though that was going to be pretty tough since she loved it so much) so that she wouldn’t be so apt to make a bad decision. She didn’t know how to drink and make good decisions. She let everything go when it happened. She got drunk and nothing else was in her control. That’s what happens to a lot of people, but they didn’t seem to have as hard of a time as she did. She knew it was stupid and that at the age of 24 she needed to be in control and stop being so silly about it all. She stood up and sighed, going into the room that would be her bedroom and started sifting through the closet. She was going to go out. She was going to have a good time and forget about the shit that’s going on right now. She pulled out some clothes and got dressed, looking at herself in the mirror and deciding the outfit looked good. It didn’t take long to get ready, but searching for her purse and phone on the other hand was a task. She finally found them and shut the door, locking it behind her and getting into her car, heading out to the first club she could think of. The bouncer remembered her and let her in after chatting with her for a bit. She looked around and smiled. It was all the same. Nothing really ever changes in here. She went up to the bar and ordered a drink, sitting there chatting up with a few people, thinking about how the night might go.

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[erica]

what you followin' me for?

this ain't no fuckin' sing-along

TAG: JEN/NIC OUTFIT: click ONE LAST THING: WOO.

It wasn’t often that you’d catch Jahquil out at a club. If you think about it they were pretty nasty places. Drinks in the hands of pretty much every person present, including those on the dance floor; and depending on the level of drunkness of each individual there would likely be spills of said drinks. The floor was essentially a pool of straight up nasty as the dirt on people’s shoes mixed with the various alcoholic beverages that missed the mouths of the drunken dancers. Too big of a crowd and you’d barely be able to move without touching another person in the process. Everyone bumping and grinding, some off beat and some trying to get as close to sexual intercourse as possible. Quil hated it when it was too crowded. For the most part he didn’t like to be touched, especially by strangers so the whole squeezing through crowds and shit was fairly displeasing. Seeing as he wasn’t much of a drinker often, he found that drunk people were much more annoying while he was sober than when he was drunk himself. The drunkies probably thought the same about him, especially when he shoved those too belligerent to realize they were in his way and gave them an evil glare. But hey, his patience was slim but luckily he had a good amount of weed to smoke. He would have a couple blunts and all would be well. He’d observe the crowed in amusement.

For now he sat in his kitchen, dumping a small pile of weed from a ziplock baggy onto the table. Rolling the perfect blunt was an art and it was essential to him that he do it perfectly. It made the experience that much better knowing that your blunt was rolled just the way he liked it. About five blunts later, Quil was almost ready to head out. He smoked one of the five and stuck the rest neatly in his wallet. There was no thought put into his outfit, he had an unusual sense of fashion to the typical male and a sort of natural swag to him so whatever he wore he looked damn good in. He knew it too, although there was nothing about him that would indicate this knowledge save for the slightest hint of a smirk that he usually wore. After taking a quick shower and patting himself down with a touch of cologne, he got dressed and made sure to stick his wallet in the back pocket of his pants. On the way to Monastery, Quil lit up again. He quickly disappeared into a cloud of haze as he drove down the road, holding in the smoke as long as he could before smoothly letting the smoke seep out of his mouth and nose.

By the time he’d arrived, his second blunt had been smoked and he was feeling a good little buzz. Soon he was making his way through the line outside of the club. The wait wasn’t long, he was a professional at easing his way through the line and up towards the front without being noticed. Big groups were his key to getting in quickly, he would just slip to the back of the group as if he were apart of it while people were talking and not paying attention. Soon enough he was inside, bass thumping, bodies bumping and the bar as busy as ever. Quil glanced around, adjusting his snapback as he moved through the crowd trying his hardest to avoid the flailing limbs of the sweaty dancers. Quil made his way to the bar, just barely dodging a girl that had slipped and fallen on a slick spot on the floor and reached out for the counter top to balance himself. In his attempt to balance himself he’d bumped into a beautiful blonde at the bar, although he was too busy laughing at the girl who’d so embarrassingly fallen on her ass to notice. He chuckled slightly, looking back as the girl began to get up with the help of a couple friends. With a shake of his head, he slipped into the empty bar stool sporting an amused smirk. White girl wasted, he commented to no one in particular. He retrieved another blunt from his wallet and tucked it behind his ear for safe keeping; soon he’ll want to counter the munchies with another blunt.

so girl what you singin' for?

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[nicolette]

when you hold me, i'm alive & you and i are like diamonds in the sky

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 700px;] Nicolette wasn’t used to the LA club scene yet. She knew what it was like, of course. She had been here hundreds of times while she lived in LA. Spending so much time in Hawaii though had thrown her off of her game when it came to handling her own in a club. She was used to the ones there which were mainly full of tourists looking for a good time, which meant it was sectioned off and honestly wasn’t ever that busy because so many people picked up someone and left to go fuck that random chick or dude they met. She had always thought that LA was bad when it came to that, but she had a whole new realization when she had moved. She couldn’t imagine having a one night stand in a random place like that. Hell, Nic hardly had any one night stands at all. You could hardly call them that anyway. She always ended up being friends with them. She kept in touch and talked to them occasionally. She really never did well when it came to letting people go right away. She certainly didn’t search for any sort of relationships in her one night stands, but the odds of getting away without her ever talking to you again were slim to none. She could see girls stumbling around her and it made her stomach churn because she knew that she could easily get like that. Granted, she usually had a bit more grace, but no more sense. She was all over anyone and anything. It wasn’t exactly a time where she shined. There was a reason she drank a certain amount and no more. It took very little for her to get the giggly kind of drunk that she liked. She knew better than to try and get shit faced. Ever. It only led to trouble and apparently to her sleeping with people she never should have. That had been one of the reasons that she had left LA to start with. She had made a really poor decision and slept with someone she knew she shouldn’t have. Someone that she had feelings for and someone that had told her that he had feelings for her too. He never admitted it in public and when he had woken up next to her it started her decent into the hell that was her life that next period of time. All he could do was call her a slut and tell her how much he hated that he ended up sleeping with her and honestly she couldn’t even handle it. She had gotten way too upset to deal with it. Way too offended. Still, she had come back and all of those people that she had all those problems with seemed to have left and moved on with their lives so she supposed it was time that she did the same and stopped worrying about shit that happened to her ages ago. She was taking a sip of her drink, trying to take it slow tonight, when she felt someone bump into her. She spilled a bit of her drink on the bar, but reached over for a napkin and cleaned it up. She looked beside her to see who had bumped into her. He didn’t seem to have anything to say to her, so she supposed she would just keep her mouth shut. She had taken another drink when she heard him speak. She looked over at him. “Now that’s not very nice. Not all of us get like that, you know.” She chuckled softly, knowing damn well that she could get like that very easily. She couldn’t help it, though, and she certainly wasn’t going to tell him that. “I’m Nicolette, by the way.”

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