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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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The God of Wine. (Cereza/Open)
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 13, 2015 20:41:23 GMT -5
--- The only reason she kept the drive at a fair speed was in case she needed to make a short stop and kick him out if he decided to upchuck. For one this was her uncle's car. Two she didn't want to clean it up or smell it. That would be disgusting and honestly a complete night killer. His fear was so vibrant. So genuine. If he was in a room lined with knives along the wall and even dangling from the ceiling she'd imagine he'd lose his shit even more than just now. He'd probably hyperventilate until he passed out or maybe died. She could just imagine him curling into a ball like a child. It kinda gave her a cruel idea. She barely knew Rosett and already thinking so cruelly. But the idea in mind would cause more scarring or inadvertently get him over it.
--- His heavy sigh caused her to look at him briefly before returning mainly to the road again. She half thought he might elaborate on her not so inquiry. Not everyone was like her and kept everything in. She didn't see a reason to tell some stranger her life story. Nor did she feel like dwelling on bits and pieces. They had nothing to do with it. They weren't close enough to here anyways, so therefore didn't need to know anything. Rosett however decided that he wanted to open up to her. What his reasoning behind it was unknown to her. Maybe she made him feel comfortable enough. Maybe it was a little bit of that alcohol too.
~I should get paid for these confessions. Who needs a degree for this? Pfft~
--- This wouldn't be the first time she had gotten someone to open up without much effort. His story sucked obviously. It was a rough journey for him and most recent too. Not that it was impossible for one to be over something by now it all depended on the individual and the situation. More on the individual than anything else though. At least that was her opinion. Cereza had her own little knife story but she wasn't thinking about it nor was she going to bother telling. Dwelling was a no no in her world. As her response was about to be made her phone went off again. She raised a finger to him in a gesture of one moment and answered her phone.
"Yeah?....Heh is she now? Did you treat her to a candy cocktail?....Yeah uh huh that's why she's still awake genius. Put her on....Princess, didn't I tell you to be good and go to bed?....Waiting for me huh? Alright....Put -.. "
--- Cereza would pull the phone away from her ear as a loud happy squeal came through it making her wince a little. Once the other person get on she pulled the phone back to her ear and continued.
"Alright I'm coming back. Next time don't drown her in candy... Yeah ok I don't believe you bye."
--- She hung up and smiled towards Rosett with a following shrug.
"Heh sorry looks like we gotta cut this night short. Want me to drive you home or you feel like being a party animal?"
--- Jokingly she said awaiting his response. At least she wasn't opting to just leave him on the side of the road randomly. Unless of course that was his choice. She wasn't going to ignore the fact he spilled his guts to her, just needed that answer out the way first.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 13, 2015 20:51:04 GMT -5
Steven would politely wait for the call to finish, he may have just bared more about himself then he normally would do so. However he wasn't going to demand attention because of it. She obviously had her own obligations. Even though Steven spaced out, forcing himself not to listen in on her call. Steven would glance up however when she started speaking at him once more.
Steven would nod to her question. "Whatever's fine." Steven would answer, he didn't really care. They still were in part of the city that he knew, he would be able to eventually walk home even if she did just kick him out. Maybe a long walk home by himself would clear his head, and let him sober up. It would be a shame to end on such a downer of a note though. Especially after the high feeling, she had managed to get out of him by getting him up and dancing the evening away. However it was always up to the cards that fate decided to deal.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 13, 2015 23:30:54 GMT -5
~Whatever's fine?~
--- Whatever's fine? Did he just whatever her? Cereza blinked a few times in his direction. Firstly his response wasn't an answer. That told her nothing. Normally she wouldn't care and probably would just drop his behind on the curb and dip. But secondly he whatever'd her. No no. She is the one that will be doing the whatevering here. She was not gonna be made the Debbie Downer in this situation. Uh huh mister. On the other side of things she really didn't want to just cut her night short at what? 1:20am? Seriously that was it into the new year? Nope this wasn't happening. Call it being proud or whatever but a little flicker of fire was hinted in those grays.
"Buckle up."
--- It wasn't a request. Whatever came out of the speakers she'd raise the volume and speed up again making a hard left u-turn. If he didn't buckle in time more than likely he was gonna slide a little into the door a bit hard. She had no words at that point and he would soon realize that now they were easily doing 100. She wasn't angry, far from it. But she drove hard and fast and a little outside the city eventually within a matter of a few mins pulling up to a nice gated mini mansion. Riding in and parking right in front of the door. She would shut off the car, hearing that wonderful hum die out. Before getting out she said only thing and left heading to the door. No she really didn't care if he knew where she lived. Doubt with the way she was driving he'd even remember how they got there or where there was.
"Wait here. Give me a few minutes to knock her out."
--- She wouldn't emerge from the mansion for about ten or fifteen minutes. When she did she walked out looking rather proud of herself, fixing her white suit jacket and brushing her knuckle gloved hands together. Walking around the car she got back in and turned to him with a smile.
"Sooo... as we were. Where to? A club?"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 13, 2015 23:58:00 GMT -5
Steven while not wanting to put the belt back on would rush to do so. The way she said the words, made him think it would be the smartest thing to do right now. Still Steven would feel him shift forcibly in the seat as the car u-turned at speed. Loud music, with what he had to admit were amusing lyrics. He hadn't heard the song before though, he would have to look it up sometimes. If he could remember the lyrics that was. Steven gut would turn slightly, but he was luckily the sort not to throw up while drunk, no matter how much his company seemed to worry about it. He was more likely to pass out rather then do so. Steven started to wonder where on earth they were going. She obviously wasn't kicking him out here, even though he wouldn't have cared. Nor was she taking him home, because she had obviously not asked. Maybe it had been something to do with the phone call, that was causing her to push the car to even faster speeds.
Steven mouth would drop when they reached their destination. He hadn't seen a place like this in a while, it was obviously more expensive then his old home. Out in Connecticut, Steven family had been well off and had a large and nice home. This one was still greater in statue, if not for size. Likely due to being near the city, while his families home was not.
"Hurry back." Steven would say, with a raised eyebrow. 'Knock her out?' His mind wondered, she must have been talking about the person on the phone. Her, maybe she meant her mother, it was late it was possible she was worried. No that wasn't it, She had sounded like she had been speaking to someone younger. Maybe a younger sister. Steven would be left in though, looking out the window to see more of the manor, before pulling out his phone.
Steven would quickly use the phone and pull up Google. Google maps to be precise, he was curious. Turning on the GPS function of his phone, he would save the address that website told him he was at in order to look up later. His curiosity of who exactly he had met was in over drive. Not only was she attractive, fun and a little intimidating with whole knife affair. She was also possibly well off. "What a girl." He would mutter to himself while she was away. Steven would quickly set an alarm for sometime tomorrow evening, with a memo telling him to look up the address before sliding the phone away. He didn't want to risk forgetting because of the alcohol after all.
After that in silence Steven waited for Cereza's return and was surprised when the question came. With a smirk he realised that the night wasn't coming to a close after all. That was cool. Steven would think. "Either that or the party in the park." Steven would reply, it may have already passed the midnight point, but the event normally held in Central Park of New York was probably still in some form a swing. It added food to the list of drink and dancing that the option of the club would have.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 15, 2015 18:04:47 GMT -5
--- If she knew what he had just done, honestly she would applauded his smarts. No she wouldn't have been mad or pissy about it just pleasantly surprised that he ever thought about it. Especially being slightly intoxicated or maybe that was what aided in his decision. Hm, maybe she was gonna have to get him more drunk. Tipsy enough that he awoke questioning if it all happened or not. His request wasn't a bad one but the nights had been feeling a little nippy lately. They did have food but would it really be that warm? And who wanted to eat out in the cold? How about a happy medium of the two?
"Hm, it's a bit cold out. I know this club, Rise. At least it'll be warm and if you're hungry they serve some good food. Roll with me and you'll stay V.I.P "
--- She said with a playful wink. The rhyme was very much intended to get a small laugh. Believe it or not she really didn't flaunt that whole V.I.P status as many would think. She got into certain places without worry and no ID sure, but she didn't go around announcing it. Hence why she even chuckled at herself as she started the car and drove off. There was something she hadn't addressed but believe she hadn't forgotten. During the ride which was at a mild speed she would bring it up casually.
"Ya know the thing about knives is that it's all very personal. It's intimate. If you hope on getting over this you're gonna have to get very personal with them."
--- It probably was all she was gonna say on the subject matter. Did she want him to get over it? It was no matter of concern to her. Was it just sound advice? Sure. But hey she'd get to see him skim for awhile before he finally got over it. That would be entertaining. Maybe Cereza in her own little ways was pretty darn helpful. More than she thought at least.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 15, 2015 18:32:29 GMT -5
Steven had to admit to himself that it was a cold night, and as such going to the party in the park wasn't the greatest idea. However the club that was mentioned, Steven curiosity would grow. He hadn't heard of the place before, but hadn't come across a club that served food. It must have been because she is a V.I.P. he assumed. It didn't come as too much of a surprise when she revealed that she was V.I.P. and as such he could be too. The costly looking mansion, the expensive car, it all added up really.
Steven was slightly worried about getting in however, he didn't own a fake ID himself. He only got away drinking at the bar they had been at, because his cousin had taken him there the first time. Though Steven would look her over. He couldn't pin down her age exactly but she couldn't be that much older them him at most surely. Maybe even his age, and she hadn't used any ID when she had enter Bacchus. Then again Steven had been the one buying the drinks. As the car speed down the roads, Steven was actually shocked when the conversation seemed to return to his phobia of knives out of the blue.
"Personal?" Confusion would come out with the word. "Well I'm not gonna start carrying them myself if that's what you mean." Steven would add, trying to figure odd what she had meant exactly. To him facing his fear, would be more alone the line of having to fight someone using one, get over it by facing it head on. Which was not a pleasant thought, he doubt he could get over the fear on his own after. If it was that easy he would have tried. Steven didn't want to dwell on the subject himself any more, all it would do was bring his attention back to the fact the knife was still in the car. As such he deflected.
"So how far is this place anyway?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 16, 2015 16:04:54 GMT -5
"That wouldn't exactly be a bad idea. Carry a little one in your pocket. Then again with you either you're gonna remember it's there the whole time and walk like a stiff, or you're gonna forget and freak the moment you put your hand in your pocket."
--- Outwardly she chuckled. Inwardly she grinned at the thought. Can't say she was tempted to slip one of hers into his pocket for the night and see what would transpire. If he could see her grin it had a striking resemblance of the Cheshire Cat. There was a certain someone Cereza knew that totally beat her out on those cheshire cat smiles though. The intimacy with the knife was something Cereza was obviously familiar with but not for the reasons he might've thought. Yes she used them and was rather efficient but he wasn't the only one that had a close encounter with it's sharp edges.
"Hmm considering I won't be able to go too fast at one point cause I don't want to run anybody down. That would be starting this new year horribly no? I'd say about 45 minutes at best."
--- She'd check him from the corner or her eyes seeing his hair was still down. Taking a hand off the wheel she gave it a little ruffle before returning it to the grip.
"You're gonna have the ladies all over you watch. Don't worry I won't let him steal you to some dark corner and have their way with you."
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 16, 2015 17:41:00 GMT -5
Steven would shake his head at the idea of carrying a knife around with him in order to battle his fear of them. That wouldn't work most likely. While he had a deep seated fear of knives it was of knives around others. If he was by himself the idea of using a knife, as part of cooking, he could manage. He wouldn't like it, but he could. The idea of carrying a knife, he disagreed with on moral ground, that and the idea of ever using one to protect himself in a fight would come with the huge risk of losing control of it, and end up being the one stabbed in the end.
45 minute he could last being in the car, knowing the knife was there for that long. It was stashed away after all, and it did help that he didn't feel any hostility from her. He couldn't see any reason she would try to use it. It wasn't like he planned to do anything stupidly offensive or over certain bounds. If he had, well he certainly wouldn't now.
Steven would roll his eyes as she reached out and ruffled her hair, commenting that he would have the ladies all over him. Not a fact that Steven expected to be true. Once the hand was gone, Steven would quickly reach up and pull his hair back into a ponytail at last. He was surprised at himself for leaving it down so long. He didn't even go to the effort of fixing it in the normally manner. Just enough to get it so it didn't whip around from the air coming though the window. He would take it down again when they got to the club however. Steven wasn't going to keep tied up, something that apparently got the ladies attention.
"Don't want them treading on your toes." Steven would say with a smirk, hinting in a joke that it was her own intention to do what she said she would prevent other women doing. "Don't worry though, you'll find my attentions harder to steal then that anyway." Steven say, he was going to a club he didn't know, with a lady he barely knew. The idea of randomly hooking up with someone there didn't sound smart. It would be a greater risk then her company. Because at least he already knew she went around armed.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 17, 2015 18:58:58 GMT -5
--- Since the events of Christmas day Cereza had been in and out of the party scene. It took awhile for certain things to get off her mind completely where she could just enjoy. Be herself again. Was this really herself? Only one person had seen a side she didn't want to be shown and she hadn't contacted him since. Truthfully deep down she hoped he forgot. If he hadn't she'd just ignore any mention. But tonight she was gonna live it up a little longer before calling it in. She already knocked the little princess out so no need to worry there. It was a new year time to bring it in right. His joke got a smirk as most did throughout the night.
"Oh I'm not worried."
--- She winked. Well that sounded very confident if not vain.
"Just letting you know I possibly won't liquor you up too bad that they do happen to drag you away and I take pictures."
--- Chuckling she went to reach into the middle compartment where her knife was, no intention on retrieving it but instead removing a small cherry flavored lip gloss. Her lips felt a little dry so she casually put some on and placed it back into the compartment. They were getting closer. Parking was the killer.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 17, 2015 19:41:22 GMT -5
Steven would grin at her confidence back at his comment. Though her words about not getting him drunk, so as she could take pictures. Well they would have to be pretty drunk and then maybe those pictures would be worth it. Steven would start to laugh, cutting off briefly when her arm went for the knife's compartment, and resuming more at himself when she instead pulled out some lip gloss. Man, he was such a wimp sometimes. Steven would see her apply the lip gloss, and smirk, wondering if he would get chance to be cheeky and find out the flavour it was.
However why she had said she wouldn't get him drunk there was one thing she hadn't thought of. "And will the lady prevent my own self inflicted woe." Steven would ask, meaning would she prevent him from drinking too much. He felt like he needed it, the only way to keep his confidence high, and keep up with her energetic nature.
He knew that when they arrived he should take it easy to start though, let himself sober a little more before going back into the liquor. He wanted to remember tonight in the morning after all, it would suck, if for the first time he had the courage to kiss a girl in a long time he just up and forgot it. It would feel like fate hated him if that indeed happened.
"You said they have food, what about hot drink?" Steven would then seemingly randomly ask, nothing like a hot cuppa to wake him up, sober his mind and let him truly get back in to the party of the night. It would be a night and a good one at that he hoped.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 17, 2015 21:22:25 GMT -5
"Nope.. As long as you don't throw up in this car. Indulge yourself."
--- She meant it. She wasn't his keeper nor was she going to pretend to be. He seemed like a big boy who could handle himself. If he wanted to drown in the night then he was welcomed to do so. She just wanted to enjoy the rest of her night out. Hakuna Matata right? She on the other hand wasn't going to really participate because she had a limit and she wasn't going past that again.
"Yeah nothing fancy. Simple burger, fries, chicken wings.. I never ordered one so honestly I'm not sure."
--- It wouldn't be much longer till she found some parking and halted the car. Fixing her hat in the mirror she'd take the keys and give him a little head nod to come along. Walking towards it there was a long line waiting outside the club like usual. Rise was a popular spot. She strolled passed the outside of the line without a care till she reached the bouncer who greeted her with a huge smile.
"Hey haven't seen you in awhile"
"Yeah. Brought company."
"Sure sure. Enjoy yourself."
--- He would open the rope and let them in to much dismay to those trying so hard to get it. Cereza would just smile and walk in with Rosett in tow. The club was rather large. The lights dancing about. There were a few visible V.I.P seating areas and that's exactly where Cereza was heading. There was always one held empty for her however they had to weave through a portion of the crowd off on one of the smaller dance floors. Just like Cereza had said there would be girls eyeing Rosett already a few even trying to cut into his walk for a dance. Cereza would just chuckle as she kept her stride till they reached the guarded V.I.P area and be allowed in without questioning. Once inside Rosett would get to see it had the best view of the club.
"So welcome to club Rise. I warned you about them didn't I?"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 17, 2015 22:46:13 GMT -5
Steven would laugh, he didn't plan to be throwing up in the car. If he felt that sort of thing coming on he would have leant out of the window and done so, and if anyway had got on the car well he offer to clean it. In response to his question, he would have to ask and see about the tea, it was worth the shot. As they parked, Steven would once more pull his hair out and let it down. It wasn't like he had the wind blowing it around any more. He would noticed, his company fixing her hat. Like it was the main part of her appearance that mattered, and stepped out at her nod.
Steven would be shocked by the sheer number of people waiting in line to get into the club, however he wasn't surprised when she walked straight passed them, him trailing behind her. Her family obviously had money and she said she was a VIP, so it was to be expected. The bouncer recognised her, and let them in without missing a beat. Not caring if Steven had ID, fake or not. Why prevent people coming in to spend, it's not like the law matter as much as it could, when it came to the youth of the city these days. And for once Steven didn't really care.
The wall of sound and people that greeted them inside was unlike any Steven had seen. He had never been much of one for clubbing, he didn't mind to dance on occasion but this well it wasn't a scene he knew. Being led through the crowd, Steven would try and keep close to her. As women and sometime what he could only call girls, tried to intercept him and pull him into a dance. It was enough attention to take him by surprised, he couldn't stand out that much. Did that mean that they would grab any guy for a dance.
If it was not for the fact he was attention was focus on his company for the night, Steven would probably have been over powered by the attention. Pull on to the dance floor, and probably spend his money like water, and drank like it was water as well. Maybe there would be a certain kind of fun at the end of that night and not this one, even so he pushed passed them. Smiles thrown there way and casual coos of 'Another time Hun.' He would have to come back here alone one day, if he ever felt like he had the courage to go on the 'Pull'
Having reached the VIP area, there wouldn't be any hesitation at being let passed, but even so Steven would give the guards a nervous nod to Cereza. A symbol of 'I'm with her.' Even though they already seemed to have figured that out. Up in the VIP area it was insane looking down on everyone on the dance floor below. Steven had been in VIP area's of clubs before, but not clubs like this. Clubs for the older, the sort of clubs his father would have taken him to, while the whole time refusing to let him drink.
Distracted by the view for a moment, Steven would turn to as she spoke. Steven smirked. "Indeed you did." Steven would agree with the slightly rhetorical question. "Makes me think, I don't need to be assertive as you suggested. Not with how willing for a dance the ladies seem." Steven would quip back to there long passed conversation at Bacchus. "Though, not as dancey up here." Steven said once again turning to look at those below, and the fact the VIP area was a lot less crowded.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 24, 2015 11:45:39 GMT -5
--- Gray orbs scanned over the club. It was nothing she hadn't seen before. 'Rise' was her usual playground if she wanted to go to a club. The ambiance was always high on energy. One could lose themselves in the music and atmosphere. Hell you could literally get lost in the crowd if you weren't careful. You could only feel down by getting lost in your own thoughts if you allowed yourself by resisting the 'pull' of the club. She took it in feeling the rhythm of the music with her head moving slightly to it. She smiled and laughed turning to him with a response.
"You have to be for the non loose girls. Unless of course you want one of those. I'm sure they'll provide a fun one night stand. If that's the case take your pick."
--- Cereza playfully waved her hand out towards the crowd. Chuckling she looked back at him and continued.
"I warn you even in that crowd there's some tough girls mixed in."
--- Turning away she'd go and take a seat on the crimson red couch.
"Well we haven't gotten the party started in this room. I thought you wanted something to eat and drink.. By all means I'm always ready to go dance."
--- If he choose to groove she would get back up without a problem. She wanted to dance anyways. If he didn't she'd wave her hand and someone would come over to take Rosett's order if he wanted anything.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Jan 24, 2015 19:50:34 GMT -5
Steven would glance back at her words. "A man can desire meaning of that kind, and have fun on the way to reaching it as well." Steven would say, pretty much stating that while he would gladly be in proper relationship if that feeling pulled him. One less meaningful would not be turned away. Male desires did that for many. "Though if they are tough, maybe I won't risk it. Don't need someone stamping on my foot." Steven added hearkening back to what she had done at the end of last year.
However the though of food was a good one. "A could shovel down a ham sandwich, if they would do one." Steven would admit, but not really commit to asking for one, but wouldn't mind when she called someone over. Yes, food would have been a good idea, but it also would be a bad one. Hard to throw up food, when you have had none.
"Two minute top, and then we can get the party going."
Steven didn't know what exactly she had in mind for the party wise. The party still seemed to be down below, the VIP areas were not know for having as large a number of people as the clubs main dance floor. Steven when the guy Cereza would call over came, Steven would simply ask for the sandwich and another whiskey and coke.
He would indeed eat it quickly once it arrived, but would have turned so that he didn't show the display to her. Eating at such speed did not look very good. It would hurt going down his throat as well, not chewing as much as he should. Less then two minutes later he would turn back. Wash down what was left with the drink and smile.
"Then lets get this party started shall we."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 26, 2015 20:57:37 GMT -5
--- Cereza would just sit back and relax as he spoke. She shrugged at the thought of a meaningful relationship. For all the intelligence she had there was some things just fell death on her. What was a meaningful relationship? What did that mean exactly? What did it entail? Cereza wasn't about to find out, now or later. She really wasn't interested anyways. The waiter she had called over had looked at Cereza when Rosett asked for a sandwich, almost about to say they didn't have but Cereza's eyes read 'just make it happen'. The waiter would nod and ask if she wanted anything, with a shake of her head she would decline. A simple sandwich wasn't what they were used to serving but they would provide what was asked especially from any V.I.P. The waiter would leave and take some time to return. Meanwhile Cereza remained a little silent just feeling the beat until the waiter returned and Rosett turned to down his meal.
--- She looked at him with a perked brow and laughed before getting up and reaching a hand to him. If he took it she would be the one leading him out their booth and down to the fray. Once there she would release him and just move along to the rhythm of the night. She'd finally speak with a glance over her shoulder at him.
"Don't be afraid to really let loose."
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