Kylie ([personal profile] kitey) wrote2011-01-14 11:02 pm
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I love you Long TIme

Walking into the bar Kylie was immediately hit with a wave of man and beer smell . Placing his hand over his noise and scrunching his face he turned to his brother " Why did you want to come here ! ? It's dirty and gross I don't see what could be good about this place" His voice muffled by his hand and the loud men in the bar.

"Calm down. We didn't come in here for you we came in here for me, we both have a job to do right ? I just wanna have a little fun with mine .I'm sorry you go by the rules but I can't help it." Dawn looked at Kylie and gave him a sympathetic smile. " Just stay close to me and you'll be finee I won't let anybody touch you" He laughed a bit after he said that and started to weave his way through the dancing bodies of sinful men and women.

Following closely after his brother cringing every time he bumped into a sweaty body.Soon he was cut off by a large man who seemed to have been drunk for quite a while.

" Mmmm hey sweetie pie wanna dance?" Grabbing Kylie with big hands he must not have felt Kylie struggle against him and before he knew it he was being pulled the other way by another set of hands.Looking to see who it was with scared eyes he noticed the pink hair and breathed a sigh of relief.

" Man I can't leave you alone for two seconds without you getting jumped can I ? " Dawn joked. Kylie just glared at him. " hahaha well you are myyy brother after all we must share the sexy genes."

Still glaring at Dawn his blue eyes sparkling under the lights " We ARE twins after all I would hope we both share the same genes."Crossing his arms haughtily "Can we just please find a seat ? I want to make this quick"

" Ugh your such a spoil sport sometimes but okay come on" grabbing Kylie's hand he practically dragged him across the dance floor to the tall stools on the other end.Noticing the bar tender had a golden head of hair and piercings he turned back to Kylie and grinned" Oh and hey would you look at that the bar tenders not that bad looking either" .Kylie didn't seem to notice being busy trying to take everything in.

Dawn walked up to the stools before letting Kylie go and making sure he didn't make a run for it before jumping onto the stools himself and eying the bartender serve the enormous women hoping to gain his attention.Surprisingly the man played along with them. Dawn could tell that and grinned./oh man this guy is a perfect candidate for reaping/

Meanwhile eying the chair hatefully Kylie tried to jump on the stool much like Dawn had except he lost his grip and slipped and fell landing flat on his back." Augh" He looked up and Dawn was laughing at him. " Of course you would laugh! Its not funny Dawn stop laughing!" Slipping out of his stool casually the beads in his hair catching the light and giving Kylie blind spots in his eyes before leaning down and pulling Kylie up.

" Okay just make sure this time you keep hold of the stool before you try and climb on " Still snickering Dawn reverts his attention back to the Bartender who is now snickering at them as well.Turning back to the girls he grins and finishes making their drink before quickly making his way over to them. His hair shining more then seemed possible in a human.
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[personal profile] diku 2011-01-15 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Golden hair pulled neatly back into a small ponytail, Jen worked his normal night shift at the bar that he worked at, attending to the multitude of cougars and under-aged sneak ins who attempted to gain his attention and affections. Willingly, he played along with them, pulled at their emotions which lovingly linked to their wallets and earned him a generous amount more income than should have been allowed for such an average wage job. Sweet words and false smiles always earned him the benefits of a heavy tip through a drunken woman.

Jen had learned to tune out the pounding bass and seizure inducing lights that were a package deal with working at a club. The tips combined with the privileged of watching people make horrendous fools out of themselves was enough to make his job worth the while, and currently a perfect example of such a moment had just happened.

He had noticed the pink-haired boy watching him, examining him as he tended to the regular, wasted women with ease and precise acting. He had also noticed when a replica of the male had come up to a stool, looking quite disgruntled by its stature. Admittedly, to Jen these types of characters came and went from the bar each night. An awkward, lost newbie to clubbing accompanied by a rambunctious and excitable experienced person. It wasn't rare for new people to come in, and yet the twins caught his interest.

Finishing the drinks for the wasted females, Jen headed to the other side of the bar, an amused look on his face as soft, yet sharp laughter fell silently from his up-curved lips. Once over to the two boys, Jen leaned slightly on the polished bar counter. "What can I get for you, fellas?" he questioned, the undertone of amusement still laced in his words.

Yet now he was more amused by their appearance than by their actions. Although obvious twins, there were distinct differences between the two that Jen could see. Not just in looks, but in mannerisms and the way each held themselves, one more innocent than the other. And their hair... it was strange in the way that it didn't look like a dyed pink or blue, but far more natural as it framed their faces, which seemed almost flawless aside from the freckles.
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[personal profile] diku 2011-01-15 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Jen pushed off the counter of the bar and grabbed a glass as he idly let the twins finish their bickering. Filling it with ice and water, he pushed it over the counter towards Kylie, amused by his blush and stutter, and then directed his attention back to Dawn.

Smirking, he grabbed another glass and set it down on the counter. "I can't just pick for you," Jen stated calmly. "Not to mention, I need ID if you want a drink from me." Once again, he let his eyes scan over the two guys, examining their features, trying to place an age on them. It was rather hard, considering their boyish faces and Kylie's hesitation towards everything in the bar.

"And hurry it up," he teased, pulling at the band in his hair to let it hang down more freely. "My shift is getting off soon." He slipped the hair tie around his wrist and adjusted his hair a bit until he had it as he wanted it. With that, he grabbed a glass of his own and filled it with and amber liquid that he languidly sipped from as he waited for Dawn's response.

"Or maybe you would rather prefer to call it a night and take your boy toy home?" Jen mocked, looking over at Kylie again. "He doesn't seem to be enjoying his time here."
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[personal profile] diku 2011-01-18 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Fingering the ID at the edges while scanning over the age and photo briefly before handing it back to Dawn, Jen hummed in resignation and began to work on boy's drink. While preparing the concoction, he let his eyes wander over to the blue haired of the two, narrowing them slightly as he let his mind fill with suspicions, although a little less uncaring than they should have been.

Chuckling and shaking his head lightly, barely noticeable, he turned his attention back to finishing off the drink and sliding it over to Dawn across the counter. "Just as a warning, if you get hammered, I'm not calling you a cab," Jen commented offhandedly. Again, he pulled his own drink up to his mouth and sipped at it casually, savoring the taste of his once-per-night free drink.

Again, he turned his eyes to the now head down brother and contemplated his words. A sinner? This kid is either extremely religious or he's what I suspect him to be, Jen thought idly, setting his drink back down on the counter with a soft clink. When Kylie looked up cautiously, Jen didn't bother to look away and rather met his eyes, holding them until Kylie dropped his head again.

After a short pause, Jen reached across the counter and shuffled Kylie's hair as you would to a depressed child. "Hey, you're here so you might as well have some fun," he said, almost comforting if it weren't for what he said next with a mocking tone. "And really, the way you are all depressed is scaring off all the customers. You need to either get on the dance floor, to a table in a corner, or you should probably leave." With that, Jen unhooked his name tag from his pants pocket and stuck it under the counter. "And I don't think you want to be here when Sam takes over. He's much worse of an asshole than I am." Grabbing his drink and topping the rest off by tilting his head back, he dropped the glass into the sink and turned away from the twins, getting ready to exit the bar area.
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[personal profile] diku 2011-01-20 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Jen didn't bother to turn around when Dawn had tried to appeal him back. Rather, he talked over his shoulder, just loud enough to be heard over the pounding music of the bar, "And why would I want to help you two out?" With a laugh he walked out of the bar area and walked around the outside, slipping between intoxicated people, avoiding the grinding pelvises and lingering hands. Coming back to where the twins were sitting, Jen hinged the zipper on his jacket and pulled it up, leaving it halfway open.

"Don't forget to leave the money on the counter for your drink," Jen directed to Dawn, as he pulled a ring of keys out of his pocket. Thumbing the metal of his car key, he gave the twins one last look over before turning around with a raised hand over his shoulder as a goodbye. From what he could guess, Dawn was a bullshitter. Like hell they needed help around town when Dawn had seemed so fixated on having a good time at the club. And really, late night tours were something Jen usually saved for a little too intoxicated women.
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[personal profile] diku 2011-01-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Jen glared down at Dawn when he was abruptly grabbed. Given, had it been any other day he would have promptly turned on his heels and punched Dawn in the face for chasing after him over something so pointless when he could have gotten directions from any other person in the club. Yet today was off. Something about the twins kept him from taking any drastic measures to get rid of them, and this proved even more apparent when Kylie stepped up to him and grasped his hand.

Exasperated, Jen was about to tell the blue-haired twin off and finally get out of there. All of this badgering was wearing on him. But when he looked down and saw the look on Kylie's face, Jen froze. The expression on Kylie's face was so openhearted and pure that Jen lost the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and instead left it half open as he listened to the boy talk.

Once his hand was released, Jen quickly regained his composure and replaced his dumbfounded expression with a cocky one. Lips pulled into a smirk, he reached back out and caught Kylie's hand as it was pulled away. Intertwining their fingers and pulling Kylie forward slightly, Jen tilted his head to the side, letting his golden hair, dull from the dark city, fall loosely over his shoulder. "So you need a place to stay?" he questioned, and obvious alternative motive laced into his voice. "What are you trying to get at?"

Smirk slipping into a mock pouting face, Jen slipped his free arm behind Kylie's back and frowned down at him as he pulled their chests together. Lifting their intertwined hands up to his lips, he matched the look with an equally mocking voice of uncertainty, "Oh, but I don't even know your name yet... But," his tone switched back to a heavily plotted one again, "you are just so cute, maybe I could make an exception?"

Kissing Kylie's fingers softly before leaning down, Jen positioned his face beneath Kylie's chin and blew on his neck before gently running his teeth down it. "Or maybe you would rather change your mind now and save yourself while you have the chance," Jen stated, running the hand on Kylie's back down towards his ass until he reached the hem of his shirt and slipped the tips of his fingers under it, feeling at the cool skin there, admiring the way it heated under his touch.
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