just another girl at the bar

[drea]

ALL OF THE STARS HAVE FADED AWAY

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It was a beautiful spring night in LA. The water sent soothing waves crashing against the beach, the weather was mild and perfect, the wind was soft and gentle, and the sun was just beginning to sink in the sky, cascading a parade of pastel colors through the sky. Even though it was only April, that night had all the undertones of summer as if to remind everyone that it was waiting just around the corner. It was a perfect night to go to the beach, or perhaps take a walk in the Los Angeles city park, maybe even start a bonfire somewhere. Many of LA's citizens were most likely out enjoying the beautiful evening with their friends and loved ones. But not Giselle Dirby. She was sitting alone at the bar, staring into the glass she was holding.

Crazy, right? Who would want to sit at a bar on a night like this? Well that answer was evident in the lack of patrons at the bar. She could hear the pleasant laughter, the delicate chime of silverware and the gentle conversation that flowed from the adjoined restaurant. Hearing the gentle hum of content voices that filled the room made Gigi feel just a tinge of loneliness. She was still fairly new to LA so she was still trying to get adjusted. It was just so different from home. Granted, she hadn't come from a small town. But still the city of Los Angeles was a lot bigger and a lot more fast-paced then the more laidback Tampa, Florida. It wasn't like she didn't love it though because she did. It was just hard. Hard starting over in a brand new city, hard moving from the place you'd always called home, hard meeting new people and adjusting to a new life.

What was probably the most devastating part of it all, though, was the lack of work. Gigi was really beginning to understand the concept of "the struggling artist". In a city of so many starlets and seasoned actors and actresses, no one needed Giselle Dirby for the part. Sure she'd landed a few roles here and there, but none that required more than a few lines at best. In fact, the best role she had landed so far had her speaking three lines. Well really it was two and a half, but that still wasn't so bad was it? Gigi sighed, drank the rest of her vodka and put her head in her hands. She couldn't get down on herself too much. Hey, she'd only been in LA for a few months and she was lucky she was getting any roles at all, however minor they may be. She knew it was true, but no matter how much she told herself this, it never made her feel any better.

"Another Goose?" she heard the bartender say. Without looking up, Gigi shook her head. "No, rum and coke please," she murmured. The bartender nodded and walked away. Gigi picked up her head and ran her fingers through her light colored hair. When the bartender returned with her drink, she smiled and quietly thanked him. The young woman turned her attention to one of the TV screens hovering over the bar. A commercial was playing for some new dramatic thriller that had just come out. The plot revolved around the people of a small village who have fallen under a dark curse and find themselves dying a new and painful death every day. The plot sounded dumb to her, but Gigi still couldn't help but to feel a tinge of jealousy as she watched the faces of the big name actors light up the screen. "That should be me," she said to herself. "I should be up on that screen." Giselle sighed heavily and took a big gulp of her drink.

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TAKE WHAT YOU NEED & BE ON YOUR WAY; STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT

invited! open for businesss
words! six hundred forty
outfit! dress, leggings, flats
oocness! eh, muse is shot.. but wewt for my first post! and wewt again for my first template! =D
lyrics! stop crying your heart out by oasis
credits! miss drea bby. that's right, this be mine!

[reverendsam]

This was not his scene. He had been living in Los Angeles for awhile now and he made it a point to make sure this was not going to become his scene. Bar hopping, clubbing, partying...they all sounded horrible to him, except for the drunk girls that it involved. However, no matter how nice a pair of legs could be, Cane Nicholson was determined to stay away from those sort of places.

Then why was he sitting in the Beach House Bar & Resaurant eavesdropping on a pretty blondes conversation with the bartender?

The explanation for the large amount of hypocrisy he was showing is quite an embarrassing story. To start off simply, Cane is not a lucky person. He is crippled, he is mean, and he is not that good looking, so when a beautiful, rich, sexy woman approaches him at a Starbucks, he isn't just going to ignore it. The two chatted for awhile, and by chatted, really they just argued for a little bit, just as most of Canes 'conversations' go. She, surprisingly, seemed quite interested in Cane, which is something that he is unused to. The not-so-charming man managed to talk his way into a date with this creature, which is something else he is unused to. Story short, Cane sat alone at the bar at a trendy restaurant because he had been completely stood up. This, on the other hand, was something he was very used to.

He couldn't help but listen in on Giselles voice, not only because peoples drink orders always interested the boy, but also because she reminded him of the girl who had yet to show up. Canes eyes scanned the female once again. There was a lot, especially for Cane, to pick up from body language. She was stressed, but not the normal kind of stressed. It was like she was being constantly reminded of something she was supposed to be doing. In other words, Cane was completely fascinated. With another quick drink of his already half empty, second glass of scotch and a rather disgusting cough, Canes curiosity about the girl couldn't control itself anymore.

"You know, the longer you sit here alone, the more rum and cokes you'll order, which means the taking advantage of you part of the night is going to become much easier for me."

It wasn't like it was unusual for Cane to say something as stupidly confident as this, but he couldn't lie, his ego had been a little hurt by the lack of hot girl showing up and by talking to this broad, it was, oddly enough, going to help him get it back up. Hopefully in more ways than one. However, that is another situation he is quite unused to.

status: done.
count: 4 or 5 hundred something.
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[drea]

ALL OF THE STARS HAVE FADED AWAY

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While her eyes were fixed on the television screen that had been placed at the bar, the hairs on the back of her neck tingled with the sensation that someone was watching her. She tried to ignore the feeling and decided to brush it off as her own nerves. Or even more logically, as the secret desire of wanting to be famous enough to constantly be gawked at and whispered about whenever she entered a public place. How pathetic. She was desperate to become an icon in the filming industry that she was imagining that somewhere in that bar, someone was actually watching her as if she had been the Queen of England. Giselle lowered her eyes from the screen and took a drink from her glass. "Geez, how much more pitiful can I get?" she asked herself. Really, she was in LA and she was starting to land more roles. Why couldn't she just enjoy herself and let the good times roll?

It was like a shock of electricity had run through her body and jolted her brain to life. That was it! She would just do what she did best and try to snag as many auditions as she could do. In the meantime, while her resume was building up, she would just sit back and get settled into the good life that was Los Angeles. She was never one to sulk. She was Giselle Dirby, dammit. The ultimate party girl with a real background for getting into trouble. What the hell was she doing brooding in a bar? With a new mindset, Gigi picked up her glass and took a big swig of the coke and rum concoction. "I need to start living again. The next guy I meet, I'm going to walk out of this place with him and show him a good time," she thought to herself. Okay so it was a bit racy, even for Gigi, but there were times when a girl just had to let loose and let herself go. She downed the rest of her rum and coke and firmly set it on the table when she heard a voice beside her. Caught off guard, Gigi jumped in surprise and nearly knocked over her empty glass, but quickly recovered it before it could fall over.

As she listened to this guy's words and she turned to look him over. He wasn't too attractive, but then he wasn't exactly ugly either. He just had one of those faces that plainly blended into the rest of the crowd, the kind you could forget within seconds. She mentally cursed herself and regretted her earlier thought, the one that involved leaving with the next guy she saw. A skeptical eyebrow raised as he finished talking. It was bad enough that Gigi hated it when guys assumed she was an easy lay, just another bimbo they could get into bed within ten minutes, but it was even worse when you didn't even have the looks to back up your words. She scowled at the man in annoyance. "Wow, does that really work with girls? If you think that got my panties wet, then you're in for a lonely night Jacko," Giselle said boredly. She paused and got a sudden idea. She smiled teasingly at him and twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. "Don't you think I should get more credit than that?" she asked innocently.

Some habits just die hard. Teasing guys and leading them on was a game that wasn't below Giselle Dirby. In fact it was one of her favorite pastimes, especially on a day like this when she was feeling down about herself. It was one of the best ways to get your spirits up again, after shopping of course. Giselle turned in her seat so that she was facing this random guy full on, face to face. Flashing another one of her sweet smiles she said, "If you make it up to me with a drink I promise I'll give you my full attention, mister." Oh this was just going to be too fun. And she was starting to feel better already.

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TAKE WHAT YOU NEED & BE ON YOUR WAY; STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT

invited! cane
words! six hundred ninety three
outfit! dress, leggings, flats
oocness! ehh, sorry it took so long D:
lyrics! stop crying your heart out by oasis
credits! miss drea bby. that's right, this be mine!