-- in it for the thrills ( open )

[admin!heather]

Lucas had spent his entire life afraid to accept anything as normal and regular, so when he had a chance to leave Point Pleasant he took it and ran. He was a drifter, that's all he could ever be, and Point Pleasant should have been just another stop along the way. Something changed though while living in this city that he just could not understand. He could not grasp the concept that he'd actually grown to call Point Pleasant his home, and his entire time spent circling the country he just could not find that resting place he'd felt comfortable with. He knew the reason behind that, and after shelling out more money for another bus ticket he climbed aboard and began his journey home, a word still foreign on his tongue as it sent chills down his spine.

He found it funny that he'd been gone for ten months and still managed to get the apartment of his back. The landlord almost praised him for coming back since it'd be a steady income into that fat mans pocket, but Lucas just pushed him out the door giving him that stack of cash for the first month, "I don't want to see your face again for a month, got it?" The landlord knew Lucas's attitude rather well and just nodded as he walked out of the place and to his car. Lucas heard the door shut and the engine turn as he shut the apartments door tossing the new key onto the table as he walked upstairs to survey the rest of the place. The landlord had mentioned a couple staying here for a couple of months, so of course Lucas was looking around for anything they might have fucked up for his living arrangements.

It took just a day to get his place back up to how he liked it, but he did have to buy a new bed knowing that another couple had slept on his and the fact there was more than likely sex involved made him sick. He pulled the trashed one out in his backyard and set it ablaze, the fire black as night lifting into the heavens as all that remained after had been the metal springs and frame. He checked the time and ran to jump in the shower, and after changing into a clean pair of clothes he made his way out to the house and jumped in the piece of shit car he'd bought for himself about a year ago. It didn't take long to get to Stockbridge as Lucas knew all the shortcuts to avoid the main traffic, and when he saw the club come into view he tucked his car into one of the side alleys and parked.

Stepping through the club doors brought back so many memories of this place, but his mind did not have time to wander as he could hear some bad scratching coming from the DJ booth causing him to cringe. "What the fuck kinda shit is that?" He exclaimed, the owner peaking his head around the corner knowing immediately who that voice had belonged to as he barrelled out to say hello. After about fifteen minutes talking Lucas was proud to say he had his job back, not that he had doubted it with the kid up there ruining the records by not scratching properly, so with a bound Lucas pulled himself up the stairs to the booth telling the kid to leave. It did not take him long to get aquainted with the equiptment as he messed around with it for a few minutes since the club hadn't been open yet, but since his name was not on the docket for tonight when he saw the other DJ step through the doors he backed down and started towards the bar.

Instead of going home though he got the bartenders attention and told her the drink order, and after that he leaned his back against the bar as the other DJ took hold of the equiptment and music flooded the room. It wasn't the best but it at least was easier to listen to then the shit that other kid was doing. He watched as people started to pour into the club, his entire body easing against the bar as he just watched those around him start to dance or order their drinks, and right here and now he'd known this to be one of the biggest reasons he'd believed he'd found home.

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[whitney leigh douglas]

Whitney had always been a bit of a wanderer, used to coming and going exactly as she pleased, whenever she pleased. At times, it just so happened that a change of scenery suited her and whenever this flight of fancy overtook her, she would simply fit as many of her belongings in the trunk as she could and hit the road. Small, quiet towns were a favorite and warm weather had become a must. Recently, a strong desire for familiarity had struck her, a desire to settle for a while, a desire to see people she knew. A couple years ago, her wandering nature brought her over the Florida border and into Point Pleasant, changing her life in a drastic, irreversible way. Now, something indescribable was calling her back.

Whitney had originally left for all sorts of reasons. Somehow, she’d been easily susceptible to all kinds of bad influences – smoking, drinking, and drugs, among other things. She lost her friends, her job, her self-respect, and eventually lost her way; able to escape the brutal reality of her own flaws only by skipping town. At some point she realized that it wasn’t really a little town named Pleasant that was responsible for her downfall, it simply her own weakness. To face facts, she still smoked, still drank, and was a continuing recreational drug user. She hadn’t changed much at all, in fact, except for witnessing a little more darkness, ugliness, and experiencing what “rock bottom” really felt like.

As soon as she’d walked through the doors of Club Adrenaline to ask for job, she’d felt better, more hopeful than she’d been at a long time. She finally had some bartending experience under her belt, which made it much easier to get hired. A couple of busy weekends and she’d be ready to get a place and some furniture and start thinking about less practical matters. The biggest benefit of working for tips was that you could try harder or pick up extra shifts and make more money. It wasn’t a steady pay check, but a good bartender had her own secrets, her own pace, and her own memorization tricks and could be successful enough to depend on a flexible schedule.

Stepping out of a swinging door that lead from somewhere in the back, Whitney debated on whether it was a good idea to drink where you worked, especially if you weren’t quite finished with training. She was wearing all black; a low-cut, scoop neck t-shirt that in the right light was almost see through and tight black skinny jeans that were tucked inside the tongue of her all black athletic sneakers. Eventually, she would be wearing the current uniform for employees, but tonight she knew she would feel under-dressed compared to all the girls in high heels and glittery dresses that would be parading around.

Trying to make somewhat of a good impression, she ordered one of her favorite drink mixtures that was pink and girlie-looking, containing a slighter higher end flavored vodka. It didn’t seem like something a woman would order if she had a drinking problem, so it suited her desire to seem more wholesome. Drink in hand, her eyes scanned the bar for an empty seat and settled almost immediately on Lucas. Whitney smiled and it was tainted with irony. Of course, she’d known that she would run into him sooner or later. In fact, she welcomed it. If there was anyone she didn’t mind seeing, it would him. Lucas couldn’t possibly judge her previous misbehavior.

Whitney sat down directly beside her old flame, perched lightly on the stool, her feet supported by the skinny bar between the stool’s legs. She took a long sip through the skinny, black sipper straws that topped most mixed drinks and turned in his direction. "Hello, stranger." She said softly, a hint of laughter sneaking through the straight face she was trying to present.
"I don't suppose you mind if I take this seat?" She was being facetious, of course, but it was a strange feeling - not knowing if someone so influential would even remember her or not. It made her nervous. She was much thinner than the last time he'd seen her, more pale too, and her hair was longer than it'd ever been.

[admin!heather]

The music pulsed through him, something he was not too keen on since he'd hated the style, but still he had to play nice so he wouldn't lose his job. The boss knew that Lucas had a particular type of music he liked, and he also knew that the man had no problem telling the others what he thought of their techniques, but being the first night back in the club he did not see the point in striking up some arguement with that young punk up there. Instead he downed his first drink and ordered another, not bothering to taste as he devoured it and motioned for one more, the bartender pulling off some flirting as she was trying to get that tip all behind the bar craved. He didn't have the heart to tell her she was barking up the wrong tree knowing that those flirtacious tones would cease and disappear from her words, and he was rather enjoying the attention.

Lucas had a good ear in the club and could usually tune the music out to take in his surroundings, but when a brunette slipped beside him he neither heard or saw the woman as his attention had been drawn more towards the dancers. Her words knocked him out of a trance as he glanced over quickly just to see her frame, and like clock work the smirk appeared on his face as he slumped back against the bar with his elbows propping him up as he leaned on the stool. From here he couldn't see too much of her face, though from the view with that tight body of hers he was not complaining. The voice had sounded somewhat familiar but he could not quite place it, "where you gonna take it too?" He smirked, obviously playing on her words as he chuckled glancing over at the lap of this beautiful girl.

He figured ignoring the woman who'd taken the time to perch next to him wouldn't be for the best, so he picked himself up off the bar and sat straight up again looking at that face taking in the familiar traits. He scanned over the lips and up to those eyes, something about them making him feel like he'd peered into them before on several occassions, and then back down to that chest he found himself remembering vividly as his hands had touched and explored them more than once. He had to laugh at himself for trying to compare this chick to Whitney, something he'd done time and time before with other women across the states, and knowing she'd fail him like all the others he had to stop before he got too wrapped up in possibilities.

This couldn't be her could it? As he glanced at the empty glass in his hand he turned around and ordered another hoping the alcohol would distract his mind from Whit. It was hilarious how he could feel at ease not thinking about her, and the second some skinny brunette started talking to him she'd flood right back into his system. Still, this time around things had been entirely too similiar as he once more looked over to make sure it hadn't been her, but as he finally caught her gaze he had an aching feeling in his stomach as he stared at her, the new drink in his hand just hanging in the air. "Classy drink, sure it's your type?" No he hadn't known it was her for certain, but he was sure it'd come to him sooner or later. He still held out hope that it could have been, but knew not to get his hopes up as that brunette was probably long gone.

"You've got some kind of familiar face, you know that?" He asked finally, a grin coming to his lips as he took a sip of his alcohol now knowing he should pace himself or he'd get shit-faced during the first hour here. "I used to know a tight little brunette like you, only difference is if you'd been her your clothes would be off by now," he shrugged as he still found this woman insanely beautiful, and she reminded him so much of Whitney, but he still was forcing himself to keep that level head. "Your voice is even spot on, if I didn't know any better i'd say you were her, but then I go right back to that clothes thing and-" he sighed knowing he could not be as lucky to be sitting next to her, or could he have been finally?

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[whitney leigh douglas]

Whitney smiled to herself, inwardly pleased that there were no objections to her sitting beside him. It meant several things – firstly, that he wasn’t meeting anyone there. Now, wouldn’t that have been a shock to her system? If she’d run into Lucas with a respectable girl, resembling any sort of relationship, her heart might have skipped a few beats. He also didn’t seem to be meeting any friends there, not that she remembered him having too many of them. Besides that, he was drinking, and therefore not working. In other words, she had time on her hands; time to feel the situation out and time to reveal the sentimental part of herself that never really forgot him.

She didn’t take her eyes off him; the entire time he looked her over, she was watching him, waiting for a flicker of recognition or any sign that she wasn’t about to feel like a complete fool. She was full of reassurances, however. It had been so long and she was different now, even subtle differences could add up. His comment on her drink was more on point than he knew, so she simply shrugged as she took another sip. “It’ll do.” Her response was nonchalant and probably unconvincing.

At last, he had said she was familiar and a wave of relief hit the nervous pocket of turmoil in her gut. What could she do now, to remind him? She laughed a little at his memory of her, reminiscing about how true it was at one time. They’d never had an encounter that didn’t lead to a happy ending, at least not one that was worth remembering anyway. And they’d certainly left a mark on this little town - having sex wherever it was convenient, caring only about the moment and about themselves. Selfish creatures, she thought. She had seen no shame in behaving as if no one else existed.

So, what now? Should she kiss him, here, where anyone could see, full on the mouth, and make him remember her? Would that even work? Should she re-introduce herself, would a simple first name be the spark? Now, this was a conflict she hadn’t quite anticipated. Should she just fuck him, like she did the last time they’d met here? Would he even want to? Decisions, decisions, she thought, before finally deciding just to move the conversation forward. His incredible confidence in the ability to get her clothes off wasn’t any less irritating than it had been in the past. “It’s funny you say that,” Whitney said, with an all-knowing, I’m way ahead of you smile. “You look exactly like this guy I used to bang on the regular.”

She slurped up what was left in the bottom of her drink and set it on the bar, before continuing. “Wanna do a shot?” She asked suddenly, in the mood for something with a little more burn. It didn’t take her long to order something straight and it didn’t take long for two shots to be placed on the bar directly in from of them. She sat a little straighter in her stool, smirking the whole time and thinking to herself how badly she wanted to fall into a bout of sarcasm. She resisted, however.

“What shall we cheers to?” She said lifting the glass in a ceremonious fashion.

[admin!heather]

Lucas really wished he could tell what was going through this chicks brain as she sat beside him, but something about her gaze gave him not even the slightest clue what she'd been thinking. He watched as the expressions changed on her face, the smirk bringing back memories of another whose lips used to curl in the same exact manner, and he'd argue anyone that could say all smirks looked the same. Whitney had one that couldn't be matched, that devilish charm mixed in there that he so craved, and as he heard her next remark he couldn't help but laugh, "you'd think someone like you would have better taste."

Hearing her idea of doing a shot he quirked a brow, it finally sinking in that she had to be that one woman he'd been craving for so long, and as he watched the shots placed infront of them he swiveled around to face the bar easier as he picked up the small glass in his hand. He looked her over, the frame obviously smaller than it was the last time he'd seen her, but he'd quite enjoyed the longer length hair as he had the urge to reach out and touch it though restrained. He tried to think about what the two should toast to as she raised her glass, but nothing could come to his mind as he still had been floored that it was her in the first place. "To perfect timing," he clinked glasses with her feeling this would be the best toast.

It did seem kind of funny that he'd just started to put her in the back of his mind, and now here she was sitting right beside him real and playful as ever. He had just gotten back less than a week ago and he'd already ran into her, so of course in his mind it'd been perfect timing as he hoped their encounters would end like they usually had, spent and picking up their clothes from wherever they'd been discarded. He threw the shot back before tapping the glass on the counter feeling the burning in his throat, that grin appearing letting all around know he'd been happy right now. Lucas was never one to lose his confidence, but he did feel it falter a little as he let his eyes wander her over once more still trying to find some fatal flaw in her so he could just be done and over with her. Nothing was coming to mind though, now as before she'd been perfect in his mind, that deviant brunette had been the one human drug he'd become addicted to.

"What brings you here tonight, haven't you heard it's never smart to return to the scene of the crime?" He had been referring to their first night together as the two had snuck out into the ally, and the more he thought about it he glanced in the direction he'd lead her as a smirk came back to his lips remembering it rather vividly. With her he never had to be gentle, he could release all inhibitions that he'd had, and nothing seemed to scare her away. He wondered if he could lead her out there now, though there was no way with all these pent up emotions he could remain quiet enough and not get caught.

He motioned to the bartender and pointed at the two glasses for a refill, and after it'd happened he looked at the liquid and back to her, "should I just get you drunk and have my way with you, or should we go about tonight in another way?" He pretty much let her know how he'd expected tonight to turn out, but for all he knew she could have a boyfriend or not even feel attracted to him anymore. He could not think of those things though as instead he kept his gaze dancing on her not wanting to linger for too long knowing it might look ridiculous.

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[whitney leigh douglas]

“Yeah, you’d think.” She teased, not sure if he was blatantly flirting with a past lover or subtly warning a new stranger. To other girls, straight-edge, proper, or decent in any way, Lucas may very well be in bad taste, but he suited Whitney perfectly. His quick wit and brutal honesty never failed to amuse or distract. His arrogant smirks were just as charming as they were irritating…most of the time. He could make her laugh, make her sigh and just as quickly inspire frustration and anger. And his body was always willing; there had been no shortage of ecstasy in that wide range of emotions. She had had it all and no matter what had driven her away, it was an ache for the man beside her that brought her home.

She swirled the liquid in her shot glass, her mouth already watering with anticipation. This night could have gone so many ways, but here she was, with so many options still ahead of her. With every ounce of alcohol, her common sense would wane, her senses would dull, and anything she felt would be worn on the outside as though they were clothes. She could get wasted and fall back into their routine or should go home and make him wait a night or two. Either way the decision had to be made while she was sober or she would never follow through when she was drunk.

“To perfect timing.” She echoed. She wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but it sounded nice. She assumed it had something to do with their chance meeting here, but it could have been more than that. It was more planned than coincidence anyway, not that she would ever admit it. Immediately, she threw the shot to the back of her throat, having no desire to taste it. It slid all the way down easily, but the after-math of it burned in her throat and slightly on her tongue. She pushed the glass away and once more her attention fell to him.

At last, she received some bit of confirmation that he knew who she was. What else could be meant be scene of the crime? Inwardly, she was ecstatic. How embarrassing would it have been if he had no recollection of her? She was smiling again, in the same way she always did, like she held some kind of secret. “Actually, I work here now.” She answered, indicating the bar. It meant they would be seeing a lot more of each other. Then she looked down at her clothes, “Or did you think I just really liked to wear all black?” Well, if he could be a smart-ass, so could she.

She watched as he ordered more to drink and figured she’d better start working on a certain decision right then. She was having fun now, so it was hard to think too much into the future. What did she want? Why was she here? What exactly had she expected from him? “Well, thank you for the support, but I’m perfectly capable and willing to get myself drunk.” She corrected, jokingly and simultaneously lifted her glass as if ready for another toast. “After that, we’ll see how it goes.” It was, after all, the first time she’d seen him in a while. While she didn’t expect him to sit at a bar and reminisce about old times, she wasn’t going to follow him out to the alleyway either. That had already been done.

“And here’s to all the rest.” She pronounced, her glass in mid-air, not interested in trying to come up with something clever. The music was starting to pick up and the crowd was steadily growing. She heard the sound of his glass on her glass and tilted her head back for another round. She swallowed. Hard. Now, she on fire. She set her glass on the bar and shot one mischievous grin to Lucas before looking out on the other bar patrons. It didn’t take long before she was a little envious of the dancers.

“Do you dance?” She asked suddenly. Whitney honestly couldn’t remember if she’d ever dragged him out on the floor or not. He could make the music, perhaps he could move to it too. As he was replying, she was already getting out of her chair. Someone would dance with her, even if he didn’t, so she wasn’t exactly hanging on his answer. And of course once she got a little movement out of her system, she could always come back to the bar. There really wasn’t a losing side to this, unless Lucas wasn’t still sitting there by the time she came back. She hovered for just a moment.

[admin!heather]

As he watched her down that shot he had wondered how long she'd been back home, or for that matter if she'd ever even left or had just been good at avoiding him. He hadn't seen her in forever it seemed, and yet here she was tonight just waltzing right back into his life, and he'd had no clue in hell where she'd even been over the past year or so. He could have asked but it'd make it seem like he cared, and he couldn't have it getting around that he actually had feelings other than rage and frustration. Instead of asking her anything his eyes kept trying to creep over every feature on her taking in all the differences from their last encounter.

Hearing that she worked at the bar silenced him as he looked around for some hidden camera, "you're joking right? That's a joke," he pointed towards her with an accusing finger before he leaned back and waved the bartender over, "i'm going to need another one of these, might as well fill hers up too." He looked right past her as his attention fell on the DJ up in the booth there, his usual perch that gave him the best view of the entire place. Could she have seriously worked there? If so that'd mean the two of them would be running into each other a lot, and the idea alone freaked him out knowing he'd have a hard time silencing his feelings when he saw her daily.

She once again spoke up soon after her admission and he glanced back at her, his eyes scanning the black attire once more before they pulled up and stared back at her, "you're not joking are you?" He looked back at the bar once more and sighed, not only would she be working at the club but she'd be behind the bar, his home away from home when he wasn't up in the booth. "Why would you want to work here? You know this is my place, it can't be our place, that's just fucked up." Inside he had been excited to think that he'd be seeing so much more of her, but he could not show that on the outside, and confusion seemed to be the only emotion he could display.

He figured it'd be best to just throw caution to the wind and forget about all those pesky thoughts in his mind, and what better way to do that then to just drink them away? It's what he'd been doing this entire past year, so why would he bother stopping now? He picked up his other shot as he chuckled at her cold remark, "I know you can, but when is it ever as fun getting yourself drunk?" He smirked believing that, though he knew Whitney had always been far more independent than any of the other chicks he'd messed around with. Sometimes he found that to be annoying, but others (mostly) he'd loved it about her, at least he didn't have to worry about her clinging to him.

"We both know how it should go," though after her attempt at a toast, one that left the future entirely unwritten, he couldn't help but go along with it as he clinked the glasses and threw his back, the humor being that with all these toasts their drink of choice should have been champagne or something. He caught her attention as it shifted from him to somewhere on the floor, so of course his sight followed in the general direction she'd been looking trying to pinpoint something that would take her eyes off of him. He could see nothing other than all of those sweaty dancing out on the floor grinding and moving along with one another, she surely couldn't be watching them could she? There had to be something more to it than that.

Do you dance? The question caught him off-guard as his eyes widened and he stared back at her, "not usually," he shook his head, "at least not to this shit." He nodded towards what the DJ was playing, but as he watched her walk away he groaned as he felt his legs moving and his feet hit the floor as he shifted his weight off of the bench and took a faithful step in her direction. Watching her movements flowing with a satisfying rhythm he stepped up beside her, his hand slinking around her side pulling her close so he could get her attention, as his body moved to counteract her movement keeping the two close and rhythmic the best he could. "I couldn't just let you come out here and make a fool of yourself without me, could I Whitney?" He smirked having said her name for the first time since she'd sat beside him at the bar.

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[whitney leigh douglas]

It was fairly amusing to watch him squirm at the thought of her working there, as though she were invading his little sanctuary. And she was a little. It wasn’t that she wanted him to feel threatened or put out in any way, but maybe the devious side of her did want to see him be a little uncomfortable once in a while. She remained silent the first time he asked her if she was joking and just smirked a little, the corners off her mouth turning up, one slightly more than the other. As if she would joke! Well, she might, just to rattle the cage a bit, but right now, she was being entirely serious.

Another shot? Apparently, he was serious about trying to get her drunk. Four drinks in such quick succession was almost enough to make her catch a buzz. “Nope. Not joking.” She said finally, when the realization seemed to hit him that she was totally serious. “You’re not exactly laughing, so it’d be a bad joke anyways.” It didn’t take long for her to get irritated with the fact that he obviously didn’t want her to work here. It wasn’t really his business what she did. “Money.” She replied honestly, why else did people work? “I like to make money and I can make boatloads of it here. Pack this place up, fill it to the brim and I can walk out of her with my rent money in my pocket.” Whitney wasn’t exactly exaggerating either. She had the charm to make it happen and enough experience to give the people exactly what they wanted.

“Not that you own the place, but it’s just a job.” She felt a little silly for explaining herself, she should have just told him to suck it and move on. “I have no intention of claiming ownership.” Inwardly, she was laughing at his reaction just a little. Had he peed on the front door to mark his territory? What was the big deal anyway? Unless of course, he was afraid she might find it humorous to cock block him here and there, which would be funny, but not something she would ever intentionally do. Then again, if people saw them together, figured out their situation, maybe that was worst form of cock blocking because it was entirely unintentional.

“Very true.” She replied with a laugh, thinking about how much she’d like to get him drunk out of his mind for once. He’d already seen her all kinds of fucked up, but he’d never been so blitzed he couldn’t handle himself. It might be fun to make that her mission tonight, although she don’t know how she could pull that off short of slipping something in his drink. She would get higher and drunker faster if she tried to match him. She would have to think of something clever.

She took the next shot readily, downing it quickly. The more she drank, the easier it went down. “Too bad you can’t be up there and down here at the same time then.” She joked, as she started walking out on the floor. Whitney could dance to just about anything and make it look good, the girl simply had rhythm, so she wasn’t too worried about the current music choices. As long as she could find the beat, her hips knew what to do, the rest was just self-expression.

It wasn’t long before she felt a hand on her and she was fairly confident she knew exactly who it was. His body was on hers instantly and it was familiar, warm. Her movements were simple, easy to follow, and she helped him as best she could. Her body stuck like glue to his, pressing, rubbing, grinding. “I didn’t think you would.” She replied, trying to be heard over the noise and density of the crowd. Then, she smiled in a way she hadn’t in a long time because she’d finally heard her name, more genuine than playful.

It didn’t take long for her to get hot amongst all the sweaty dancers and the heat-creating friction between Lucas and herself. She folded her shirt up over her waist, revealing a small strip of exposed flesh just above the waist of her pants and kept moving. The motions were repetitive, back and forth, over and over, but her blood was rushing through her veins, every part of her body inflamed. Her heart was starting to beat a little faster. Whitney managed to reach into her pocket and pull out a couple little white pills, one with a small cupid stamped on the front, the other had a green 4-leaf clover. She slipped the former of the two into Lucas’s hand, very discreetly, and managed to get lips fairly close to his ear.

“I think the only thing that’s going to make this music any better is rollin’.” She said softly, before slipping the pill in her hand beneath her tongue. If Lucas did the same, it would make him hornier than a jackrabbit in springtime in less than half an hour. He’d be in for a ride for sure and Whitney would be right there, riding along. Perhaps it was presumptuous, but if she remembered correctly, Lucas was always down for a good time.

[admin!heather]

As he sat beside her Lucas questioned his intentions as he looked at the drinks that had been in their hands. Had he really wanted to get her drunk and just have his way with her after everything he'd felt in the past couple of years? Could he take all of those feelings and turn them into nothing more than a conquest again to get him out of this slump she'd been to blame for? He smirked hoping that he could, knowing that the old Lucas could for sure, but since their first encounter he'd slowly started to change for the better. He couldn't believe it himself and hoped this was just some sort of fluke or something.

Her working here could prove to be exciting, perhaps it could mean getting to have his way with her whenever he wanted on his breaks, but he knew things would not go according to that plan this time around. Before when he'd gotten her out in the ally she had not worked here, so chances of it happening again now were minimal at best. "How do you expect me to laugh about something like that?" He sounded dumbfounded as she embedded the truth into his brain, and he couldn't help but look at her knowing she'd been rubbing it in a little with her snide remarks. Hearing her reason for working there he huffed shaking his head, "you could make money being a hooker." Money seemed like a shitty reason to work at the bar, but one that he could understand entirely as he saw the stack of tips those chicks walked out with nightly. "Gonna throw in a little happy ending to get that tip?" If that were the case he might find himself spending much more time at the bar.

He nodded a little staring at the dancefloor as she talked about how much she could make. Lucas hadn't made many tips in his time, DJ's were the sole people responsible for keeping you motivated at a club though rarely got the recognition and tips. He did have some drunk women shoving bills in his pockets though just trying to get a chance to stand up in his booth. Thinking about those women had Lucas grinning as he remembered the things that he'd gotten away with up there, but soon his thoughts came crashing back to the moment he'd been in with Whitney. "You got yourself a place?" He asked, casually as he took a drink. He couldn't remember if she'd had an apartment the last time they had hung out, but really it didn't matter as their past encounters always seemed to focus on something else much more satisfying.

Hearing her little quip had him laughing as he shrugged leaning his arms back against the bar as he glanced out at the dancefloor before turning his attention to her. "I guess you don't remember what it's like when i'm up there doing my thing, I fucking own this place ten times over," sure he did not have the deed, that would be ridiculous, but he did bring in the crowds and the profit alone on his nights was impressive. He knew with him up there doing his thing the club would be packed, "you just better hope they put you on the same schedule as me, or I doubt you'll be getting much business, look at the space out there." There were gaps on the floor that could be filled in with sweaty bodies, but tonight it seemed slower than usual.

The more he thought about it he knew that it'd be good having her around, but it's not something he could come right out and tell her, though the hint of a smirk proved his point as he thought about all the messes they could get themselves into after work. He could not understand why he wanted to focus so much on this one female, but something about her had drawn him in much further than anyone else had in quite a while, and that was not something he could just ignore. He laughed as he had always kept himself in enough state of mind that he could control the situation, but there had been those few times in the past that he'd gone too far and became an entirely different person. He hated that feeling of hopelessness and loved being strong and confident in all situations, and with that past he was trying to hide so much he knew getting hammered would make it easier for those secrets to escape. What would she even do knowing his entire history?

He shook the thoughts from his mind as he downed his drink watching her get up and walk away from him. He smirked watching that frame escape through the crowd, and as he found himself following he couldn't quite understand why. He glanced back at the bar and noticed a few gorgeous chicks sitting around doing nothing, he could at least go and talk them up, but instead of turning back he kept going towards Whitney until he was right next to her noticing her hips having already found all the rhythm that they'd need. He found himself speaking very little as her body against his created that friction he so steadily remembered from their past, his temperature starting to rise as he did his best to keep up with her so he didn't make a fool out of the both of them.

His hand found it's way to the small of her back as he found feel that bit of skin become exposed, his fingertips running over the smooth skin as he found himself easing even more into the music becoming more familiar with the movements. He could feel her hand moving as it fished in her pocket for something, and as he felt that small pill in his hand he smirked as she came closer to his ear. He listened, that smirk growing to a familiar grin as he picked his hand up to examine the pill, but watching her slip it into her mouth helped his hesitation as he slipped the pill into his mouth letting it fall under his tongue. He remembered starting out years back swallowing the pills down, but this way had been much faster and more efficient to knock him on his ass so he loved it. During this all he had stopped the rhythm so he took it upon himself to try to find it again, so he just hoped it'd be easy enough as he'd been so awkward usually dancing.

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[whitney leigh douglas]

It was nice. Being here, in the moment, was like a breath of fresh air. It’d been too long since Whitney had thought about having fun; not the planned, deliberate, thoughtful process most people used to decide when and how they were going to enjoy themselves. She really wanted something more spontaneous, something accidental, but something equally real. Just bullshitin’ around would work just as well. She tried to remember, but could only recall going on one actual date with Lucas. He royally fucked it up by being blatantly suggestive and generally irritable. They say it’s the thought that counts, but she didn’t think she would ever suggest another dinner date. That’s why this was nice, not to mention, convenient. All she had to do after she got off work was scoot around to the other side of the bar and she was ready to go, already in her favorite hangout.

If she could get over the fact that Lucas could be quite abrasive and if he could get over the territorial issue, it could actually be a fun experience. Sure, they would see each other all the time, probably have to pretend to be mutually civil and accommodating, but there were worse things. Whitney almost felt sorry for him, he was having a rather difficult time with the concept, but he would come around. People could change, adapt, etc. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t expect anything from him, much less laughter, but she remained silent. That was until Lucas, being very Lucas, suggested being a hooker. It was so outrageous; she accidentally snickered, instead of being slightly offended.

She had thought about telling him exactly why she wouldn’t be a hooker, but she knew it wasn’t a valid or sincere suggestion. What guy would tell his fuck buddy to start charging him for a lay? The idea was completely laughable. Happy ending? Yeah right. She thought; that was more work than it was worth. Didn’t he have any idea how many people and what kind of people would be totally ok with that? “Won’t have to.” She retorted, with a sort of teasing confidence. “Are you?” Who exactly was it that taught him women had no skills unless their legs were spread open? Whoever it was, Whitney would love to break her nose.

Accepting tips of any kind, cash or not, would always carry a stereotype. There was nothing quite as respectable as that directly deposited, biweekly pay check. In any case, she was sure Luca got his fair share of ass just for being Mr. Cool up there in his DJ stand, so he shouldn’t be too surprised if she got noticed for being the pair of tits that also brought you your beer.

Why, you need a roommate? She joked, waiting for him to make some sort of expression that indicated the idea was repulsive. Not so much the idea of a roommate, but the idea of her moving in was probably pretty terrifying.
Oh, Lucas. He never seemed short on confidence. Whitney listened very politely, deliberately looking impressed. At least he wasn’t angry. That man could whip through a whole spectrum of emotions in the short span of a minute. Some of them she could tolerate, others she couldn’t, but this was one of those moments where it could definitely be worse. “Well, if you practically own the place, maybe you could put in a good word for me? I’m sure we’d have lots of fun working all the same shifts. Again, she was teasing him, always refusing to let him have all the fun. Their relationship certainly wasn’t built on deep or meaningful conversations, but it was times like this when the physical bond was made obvious. If they couldn’t banter or disagree or keep each other on their toes, than it wasn’t really a connection.

The heat made her feel tipsy, in the delicious light-headed sort of way she favored and it made her thoughts wander. She assured herself that she could do this, that she could live this life again, although the circumstances were so much different. She could live here, work here, love here. She could stay here and that would be the biggest accomplishment of all. She certainly had the incentive and the ability, why not begin to call somewhere home? Dancing, her body swiveled and her thoughts swirled. Yet, there was that ever-pressing issue, resistant to all the possible distractions. She wanted Lucas, any way that that she could have him. That was what held her feet to the ground at this very moment. She didn’t know why and she certainly didn’t know how, but she wanted him to want her in a way that resembled absolute necessity.

He touched her and her skin reacted, always. It was that sort of attraction. Tonight, she hoped she could get him to crack somehow, betray something about himself. It was his turn to feel vulnerable. There was no telling how the drugs would affect his system; even she with all her experience couldn’t predict that much. It could be laced with a hallucinogen or perhaps cut way down with harmless additives. If they were lucky, she had found a good batch that was more pure. Whitney was just waiting for it to hit him, waiting for it to hit her. It wouldn’t take long; the tiny tablet was dissolving quickly in her mouth and due to its positioning, quickly into her bloodstream.

[admin!heather]

He knew that she wouldn't go for his hooker idea, something that he was deep down thankful for, but her return question had him baffled for a second. "Am I what, going to give happy endings?" He was confused, the expression on his face proved that much, but soon his lips curled into a smirk as he shook his head in her direction. "Honey I don't give them, I get them, every single one." He teased, though knew that she would have something to say about that, she usually had something to say about most everything he talked about.

He pushed the conversation along hating to dwell on one subject for too long, but her question about needing a roommate had him staring at her dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, all that happened was his lips moved but he'd stayed silent, but he couldn't just sit there forever could he? "What would give you a stupid idea like that?" He scoffed at the idea, his eyes rolling for good measure, and instead of saying anything else just shook his head from side to side laughing at the thought of sharing his personal space with her. It wasn't even for the fact that she'd been a woman, hell having a playmate right in the house with him would be great, but it was Whitney therefore unacceptable.

The subject of their living arrangements seemed like one that he should ignore, so forcing the conversation along he brought it back to a mutual interest, the club. He laughed as she told him he should pick in a good word for him, and all he could do is give his cold shoulder a shrug as he stared at the space still where there had been gaps on the dancefloor. "I guess that'd all depend on what you give me for it, my words like gold around here so I expect something amazing." He smirked, though of course he knew he would put in a good word for her no matter what, but that was something that he could not just come right out and tell her. He'd already been acting different around her, much calmer and enjoyable, so he couldn't let it be seen that he actually wanted her as part of his shift.

He had just been getting used to this back and forth banter at the bar, but soon she was standing up and retreating to the dancefloor as he just stood up watching her leave and escape into the crowd. He could feel some gravitational pull leading him in her direction, something he just could not understand, but soon he found himself standing right beside her wanting to be close to that glorious body. His hand touched her, pulled her close, and as he felt their bodies collide he felt that surge of adrenaline rushing through his bloodstream. He could feel her body against his dancing to the music, and although he wanted to just stand still and enjoy the friction he knew he'd like it all the better if he were moving too, so he made sure to keep just enough space for both to move freely while still feeling her body against his.

He could feel the pill dissolving, his body taking in the toxins as he just kept dancing hoping that the constant movement would get those effects to kick in even sooner, and he made sure that Whitney stayed close to him knowing that every touch would feel euphoric while doped up. He could feel his body heat rising as he tugged at his shirt some to get some air up under it, but soon he hadn't even been worried about the heat as he could feel his body start to become somewhat electric, her roll of his hips sending electric shocks up his entire being. "Have I told you I like the change?" He asked, his hand coming up her back to sweep through the longer hair that swung behind her. He had loved that tighter frame of hers too, his hands coming to slide down her sides enjoying the touches as though this would be the only chance he'd get to explore.

Something was happening as Lucas had started to lose the feeling in his hands, either that or he'd just forgotten that they were extensions from his arms, but he could still feel that electricty shooting up into his shoulders so he knew they'd still been there. It all didn't make sense the more he moved, his hand coming up to adjust the collar of his shirt as he once again felt really hot, but at the same time it came in surges so it was something he could handle. He wondered what sort of trip he'd end up on tonight, the pills always a shot in the dark until well into your system, but as long as he'd been with Whitney he figured it was something that he couldn't complain too much about. He had hoped this night would end up like all their others, naked in a pool of sweat, and given a little more time he was sure he'd have the pool of sweat covered right here on the dancefloor.

"Is it just me or did it get really hot in here all of a sudden?" He smirked knowing he'd just stated the absolute obvious, but having silence between the both of them always lead to his mind wandering and he just couldn't have any of that. He took a step back from her as he stood still for a moment feeling a nuke warm calm wash over his system, his body wanting to digress and stand numb for a second, but he couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched the brunette. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He laughed rubbing the back of his neck as it'd now became the most sensitive part of his body and so relaxing to his own touch.

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