goodbye old you ,

[hannah2]

what happened to miss independent
NO LONGER NEED TO BE DEFENSIVE GOODBYE OLD YOU ---

Alana was finally taking the advice of so many of her friends. Everyone told her she needed to get out.. put herself out there, so that's exactly what she was doing. She wasn't necessarily practiced in the art of getting out and doing what normal girls did, considering her sheltered background. Besides, telling your manager you're going out for a night on the town was easy; when it wasn't your dad. That was probably the reason for most of her lack of adventure, but even he was starting to get worried about her. She wasn't being a normal twenty-five year old, going out and getting drunk, meeting guys. She was studying scripts, perfecting her poker face, and dealing with emotions she hadn't dealt with since she found her mom sleeping with her boyfriend. Now that her best friend was back in her life, though, both Alana and her father were extremely hopeful. Hell, he'd already inspired her to at least go out and do this, even if it was just dancing on random people in a dark club. It wasn't her idea of fun, but she had plans to make it her idea of fun. She would, eventually, find something she liked about doing this. Maybe she'd even pick up a guy or two, which was probably the main goal in doing this. Okay, maybe the main goal was to have a little bit of a social life, but guys could help that too, couldn't they?

Lana hoped so, because she was definitely getting some male interaction tonight. Her dress aided in that - low cut didn't even begin to describe it. The dress was something she'd picked up while shopping the other day, in hopes she would get the guts to wear it out somewhere. The guts weren't the only factor that got her to put it on. It was the couple of shots her father had encouraged her to take. She'd had four of basically straight vodka before even leaving the house, and numerous mixed drinks while there at the club. She'd been around for about an hour, and was now really getting into the dancing. She was probably drunker than she'd ever been in her entire life, which wasn't exactly considerable because even on her twenty-first birthday she was working, not going out and getting drunk like everyone else on the planet. But she was more than making up for it now. She was dancing right up on someone's front side with her back, one hand twisting the key that hung at about her cleavage between her fingers, the other hand thoroughly caught in the blond mess of hair on her head. It wasn't as mangled as it could have been, but it definitely could have used a good brush. She brought her hand down the side of her neck and over the curves of her body only accented by the dress, using a quick, sideways head motion to get the blond hair away from her eyes. It only worked for a couple seconds, until the locks fell right back, but she didn't care. She'd bumped and grinded before, but never like this.

Alana felt the pressure behind her disappear, only to be replaced a half a second later. She craned her neck to nip at some lucky individual's jawline, one hand on the opposite cheek. She lifted one of her goddess-like legs up at the knee, sliding her heeled foot back between the man's legs. She slowly brought it forward again, the heel of her boot sliding easily along the edge of his pants. She didn't exactly know it, but when she was drunk, she was everything she wanted to be sober. She longed to be sexy and seductive, but without a little alcohol to loosen her up there was no chance of her ever being comfortable enough to do such things. She placed her feet firmly on the ground again, her body moving to the music. Her face turned away from him again as she buried her curvy ass back into the hips of her dance partner, her hands finding his. Yes, she was drunk enough she didn't care who she was dancing on. At least she was having a good time; that's all that really mattered at this point.

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hey there josh o. / jen, here are 714 words for you. lana is looking fine today. i jacked my lyrics from kelly clarkson and template and graphics go to me. in other news, this kinda sucks.

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