Suzi pushed her way out of the ladies room, back into the crowded club. The Dead Ends were on in ten, and she wanted to be someplace where she could actually see what was happening on stage, so she now had the joyful task of actually finding her friends and getting them to move from wherever the hell they'd gotten to and into a place where she could actually watch her favourite band perform. Pushing through the crowd, Suzi tried not to think about the hordes undesirable punks that were leering at her as she made her way to the bar area. Spying Janelle, one of her fellow Dead Ends followers, and a good friend from work, she made her way over.
The almost-twenty-one year old commerce student had almost stayed at home tonight, despite the knowledge that her favourite punk outfit were playing. After a shit day at Uni, being told that she was going to have to repeat a subject next year, and the last week's worth of trouble from her recently-separated ex-boyfriend, she was totally prepared to spend a night at home with a bottle of Absolut and some good DVDs. But her friends insisted that she should come out, and so here she was. She'd already had a few drinks, so she was feeling a little better already, but the weight of the last week was still getting to her a little bit. She hoped that the show would take her mind off things a little, and that she could finally have a little fun for once.
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Alex sighed to himself as he drained his bourbon and placed the empty glass on the bar behind him. He looked around him at all the stupid humans going about their business, and considered another drink. Given that the last was his fifth in a little under an hour, he thought the better of it. He really shouldn't come to these things alone, he thought. Unfortunately, he simply didn't know anyone who shared the same tastes as him anymore – all his friends had grown up and settled down, but at twenty three, he really didn't feel like doing that. Hell, he didn't have anyone to settle down with if he wanted to – he just could find the right type of woman... that's what he told himself anyway. He felt something brush against his arm. Turning, Alex came face to face with perhaps the most beautiful women he had seen for a long time, obviously trying to drag her friend away from the tattooed punk rocker she seemed to be engaged in conversation with. Alex smirked. Probably something along the lines of "So, do you like stuff?" Something about her friend though, woke up a desire inside him he hadn't felt for quite a while...
She was about 5 foot 6, slim, but with definite curves... no more than a size 10, for sure, but in the short black shirt and tight top she was wearing he could definitely tell she was no stick figure. Her boots ended just below the kneecap, above which a pair of the creamiest, most shapely thighs disappeared into the aforementioned skirt. She turned around to face her friend, giving him an unobstructed view of her backside, which, along with the rest of her, was absolutely perfect. Her black hair finished just below the shoulders, and she had a fringe around the front, as was the style among more goth-oriented girls lately, he'd noticed. She had a nose piercing, and he thought he'd seen a tongue stud when she was speaking before... She was stunning... perhaps he should talk to her. She looked pretty approachable. Just as he was writing the idea off, she turned to the bar, to buy a drink he figured. Now was his chance, perhaps his only chance, and he was going to seize it.
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Suzi gave up on Jane – she'd found some lump and decided she was going to drool all over him for the rest of the night. She had a habit of doing this, and she'd learned that there was nothing she could do about it. She resolved herself to get another drink and forget about it, and just enjoy the show. As she waited for some attention from the bar staff, she noticed the guy next to her, and caught his eye for a second. He smiled weakly, then looked away. Interesting, she thought. He was cute... slim, definite muscle tone there... a tattoo was visible, running out of the sleeve on his right arm... She caught herself wondering where else he had them. "Well, come to think of it, I haven't gotten laid in fucking ages, it's no surprise." She laughed to herself. His hair was spiked up, in a kind of messy fashion, but she was sure he'd taken a lot of care with it, and it was died blood red, with orange tips... The effect was pretty impressive, she thought. He was wearing tight leather pants, something she had a bit of a fetish for really, and a tight black t-shirt... Very nice. He looked at her, caught her gaze again, and this time, smiled.