Nothin' But A Good Time (Amelia, Open)
Apr 22, 2014 4:34:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 4:34:19 GMT -5
Brooke was feeling high and feeling good on life and no buzzing sound in the back of her mind was going to stop her from living free in the land of the free! At least as much as she was allowed to. The bars lately had been getting stricter about scrutinizing IDs and such, so guess she had to wait it out for the moment. At least there were a few select under 21 clubs around the small town of Pilot Ridge that could accommodate the manic girl her other needs. One was dancing, because dancing. The other was music, because MUSIC!! And not just any kind of music, Brooke was talking about the tried and true sex, drugs, and rock n' roll kind of music only without the drugs and probably not the sex because this was a "family place". Kinda.
The brunette was in a simple slinky white shirt and an equally slinky black skirt, beads hanging down on the fringe surrounding her knees. Beige and pink sandals adorned her feet with her toes painted a slightly different shade of pink. She leaned against the drink counter, with a smile on her lips and her heart beating to the bass of the music playing while some loudmouth who thought he could sing wailed into the microphone. Brooke tried to tune him out. If you're going to sing Journey, you gotta at least make sure you can hit them high notes with more than an off-key squeak.
She pasted the five dollar bill on the counter as the server brought her the drinks and she gave her a wink as she took them both in her hands and stepped over with a swag in her hips to the table where she'd left her friend. "You want some chips? They got pretzels too," she informed her friend. "But more importantly, what'd you put in?" Because Brooke had to interrogate anyone with her about the songs they were going to sing so she didn't accidentally pick the same one.
The brunette was in a simple slinky white shirt and an equally slinky black skirt, beads hanging down on the fringe surrounding her knees. Beige and pink sandals adorned her feet with her toes painted a slightly different shade of pink. She leaned against the drink counter, with a smile on her lips and her heart beating to the bass of the music playing while some loudmouth who thought he could sing wailed into the microphone. Brooke tried to tune him out. If you're going to sing Journey, you gotta at least make sure you can hit them high notes with more than an off-key squeak.
She pasted the five dollar bill on the counter as the server brought her the drinks and she gave her a wink as she took them both in her hands and stepped over with a swag in her hips to the table where she'd left her friend. "You want some chips? They got pretzels too," she informed her friend. "But more importantly, what'd you put in?" Because Brooke had to interrogate anyone with her about the songs they were going to sing so she didn't accidentally pick the same one.