Happy 18 (Tal)

[Aryana Darcy]

This was it, the day of all days. Rya was officially 18 so she was legally allowed to enter most of the clubs in Pilot Ridge. If she were in England, however, she would be able to legally drink as well. Rya didn't mind having to scam some alcohol from some unsuspecting 21+ year old and then leave him be afterward. It was usually how things went along her days in the clubs.

So it was today, with her identification card, that she walked up to the bouncer and gave him a bit of a wink. The bouncer, a large, sweat reeking man, eyed her with annoyance. He had seen her face before, and every time she was able to get past without showing ID. This time she was ready.

"God, what do you want little girl? Go back to your parents or something, I'm sick of seeing your face around here."

"Oh dear, poor Bub. Well, I can't say I'm too thrilled to see your balding, sweat smelling face either. But we both need to make a bit of a sacrifice. At least your sacrifice is attractive. I can't say the same about mine." Rya snickered, her hand falling in her back pocket just in case he looked for ID. She wasn't going to show it when necessary. There were frustrated groans behind her, and Rya tapped her chin with an impatient sigh.

"What's going on here?"

A muscular, dark skinned man appeared behind the bouncer. He was lean, and there was a tattoo that peeked from underneath his jacket... She wondered absently how far it went down. The bouncer seemed visibly nervous, his hands clenched.

"Uh, this child is trying to get into the club."

"Really, I'm offended. Are you really denying a pretty girl access to an 18+ club on her 18th birthday?"

The man's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. Rya gave a wink. It was obvious that he realized that she had lied to him so many times in the past few months. But instead of being able to throw her out like she wanted, what she assumed was his boss took over.

"Can I see your ID, miss?" He asked.

"Sure thing, gorgeous." Rya took the card from her back pocket and handed it to the man, watching as he examined the card for any sign that it was fake. But obviously, it wasn't.

"Alright, let her in. Happy Birthday, Ms. Darcy." The bouncer reluctantly allowed her entrance and she gave him one last wink before disappearing into the club.

Music instantly hit her, and her body immediately started to sway.

"Happy. Fucking. Birthday." She said with a grin.

[Tal O'finn]

Tal expertly showed his ID to the bouncer. He barely looked at the ID slightly changed to show that he was born a year earlier than he really was and walked into the club. The floor bounced and women swayed their bodies. Oh what a perfect setting, perhaps he could get lucky tonight. A one night stand would definitely get him out of his funk and back into his game. There was one woman who caught his attention. Her body swayed so deliciously with long golden brown hair that bounced with her movement. He moved forward to tap on her shoulder, but she was already in the crowd and he pulled back in fear of getting his hand chopped off by some desperate person.

He ordered a coke by the bar and watched the endless stream of just turned 18 year olds, veterans to this club and those who snuck in with a fake ID. As long as he didn’t cause any trouble, there wouldn’t be any reason for another look at his ID. After finishing the coke, he moved through the crowd like it was water. Tal couldn’t wait to catch up with the girl that had the swinging hips. Hands smoothed over his tight shirt and grabbed at his arms. They wanted him to stop and dance with them.
No, he was going after that woman. If he could find her. Tal moved his hair out of his face and started grinding on some woman who did it back without thinking who was behind her. His eyes constantly searched for that woman.

[Aryana Darcy]

Not realizing Rya had an admirer on her tail, she simple meandered through the crowd, her hips swaying to the music. There wasn't ever a dull moment in this club, that was for sure. Boys grabbed onto her, she danced, they flirted. It was all the same. While she was working up a sweat and enjoying herself, there was a boy still looking for her.

In the flashing light, her hair appeared blonde, but in actuality, it was a dark brown. Funny how lighting could do such a thing. Rya wasn't aware of that fact until someone called her out by the name of blondie and grabbed her arm. Rya raised her brow. "You're either too pissed to realize I'm a brunette, or incredibly stupid." She yanked her arm away, and the guy snickered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Come on, sexy. You know you want me. Quit playing hard to get."

"Piss off. I'd rather fuck a chicken." She yanked herself away once more, but he simply held her tighter. His brown eyes were red, and his breath reeked of booze. He probably was in his mid fourties.

"Piss. Off." She hissed, and knocked him clear in the groin. He stumbled to the floor in a giant heap, and people stopped to stare.

"Oh come on, you've never seen a girl defend herself before?" She snickered. "American's, I swear."