That One Night_open

[serenity]

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[W]: possible brief language.

Jaime sits in a bar stool, stirring her drink with a small green straw. She sighs, a brief feeling of loneliness sweeping over her. She is new in town, and had thought this would be a good place to come. Maybe meet some guys, if she was lucky. Cute boys, with French accents. Preferably single cute boys with accents. Like, really, there has to be someone to talk to. Maybe even in French? She isn't quite fluent, but she's fluent enough. Anyways, she has been sitting in that same place for about 15 minutes, her eyes scanning the dance floor every now and then.

Jaime watches everyone dance beneath the dazzling disco ball and intense lighting. It is slightly mesmerizing, she soon finds out. The lights are artistically roaming the room. Maybe she just noticed this because lighting was a major factor in her profession, or maybe it was because she had an artistic mind. Hmm...what a concept. Whatever her reason, she continued to watch the colors change. She watches the bodies moving on the dance floor, the light hitting them in different ways, creating the perfect opportunity for a photo shoot. Too bad she is here to meet people. Though, which would she rather do? There are too many things to consider when going somewhere, Jaime tended just to go with the flow and make a mental note.

Her right hand moves up to adjust her tank top, swiveling around on her stool. She holds her drink delicately, sipping it every once in awhile--when she wasn't scanning for good-looking men about her age. Come to think of it, there have been a few men. There was that one, who is about 50 and the other man who is drunk as hell and just wants to get in a lady's pants. Right. As if that is going to happen with her any time soon. Many people look at Jaime and think she's easy, but she begs to differ. Yes, Jaime loves to party, but there is a point where she said no. That's a good thing, right?

Find the right guy, and go with him. Right wouldn't be "I just met you". Right would have to be "I've known you for awhile and you're practically my best friend". So, maybe guys at a club weren't the best for that. Maybe guys in France were different from the ones in America. She sure hopes so. Though, from her turnout tonight, she doubts it. Maybe a man not totally drunk would be different. Hopefully that not-totally-drunk-man would also not be a pedophile.

Jaime finishes her drink and orders another. She wasn't planning on getting drunk, but she definitely wasn't planning on being completely sober either. She could imagine her mother from America scolding her for drinking even a little and laughed. Rebellion? Maybe. She wasn't sure. It is pretty much Independence for her. Besides, she isn't about to get into any trouble because of it. Or so she thinks.

[chessica]

Cosette was timidly wandering through the undulating bodies at the darkly lit club. She normally wasn't a crowd going sort of girl, but she needed to meet new people, to create some sort of social network so she will have something to e-mail home to her mother. And she figures what better way than to mix in with the local party crowd, right? She can feel each emotion, good or bad, as she passes different people, the feeling growing stronger as she brushes against someone's skin. A sensation fills her body and makes her blush as she is bumped by a couple dancing along the edge of the dance floor.

As she grows closer to the bar she feels a slight loneliness that she knows isn't her own. She turns and scans the bar stools for the source of such an out of place emotion. Happiness, Depression, Anxiety… She smiles slightly, reminded of a game she used to play with her neighborhood friends. Hot and Cold, when she would get closer to the "it" object, her friends would call out Hot and Cold when she was farther away from it. She is shaken out of her sudden memory and returns to finding the source of the lonely emotion.

She walks closer to a blond girl in a tank top sipping on a drink. The girl seems to be watching the colorful lights of the dance floor. Cosette looks back just to feel a wave of elation and the song switches to a popular new jam. Even if she was in a room full of silent people, Cosette would be able to tell the over all mood of the group. Sometimes this gift was curse because she also took on that feeling… like now she was longing for some company. She turns around again to see the girl order another drink. That was it; the girl was the one emitting little waves of loneliness.

She quietly sits down on the vacant stool next to the blond and orders a whiskey sour, one of her favorites from home. She peeks at the girl out of the corner of her eye for a moment before her drink arrives to occupy her. Although Cosette is wonderful at being in tune with others wants and needs, she is terribly socially inept.

She takes a breath or two before she could glom onto the courage to say something. Now is your chance to make a friend, meet someone knew. Oddly enough it is her mother’s voice in her head and Cosette struggles to keep from rolling her eyes. It would be just like her mother to say something like that. She turns and holds out her hand to the girl, ”Hello, I’m Cosette.” She hopes that she didn’t seem too awkward with such a normal gesture.

[serenity]

_done! sorry it's short...

Jaime finds a bowl of mints on the bar counter, takes one and pops it into her mouth. A sweet taste rushes into her mouth, making her feel even lonlier. Her head turns back to look at the crowd of people, noticing a female making her way through the crowd. Again, she turns her back on the cluster of dancers and swishes her drink around a little.

It isn't a surprise when the female sits next to her, though she is surprised when---Cosette---says hi and introduces herself. For a moment, Jaime doesn't know how to respond. Slowly, a smile spreads over her face. She shakes Cosette's hand, "Jaime. It's nice to meet you." She turns towards Cosette in attempt to be more polite. Her gaze slips over the drink before moving to the crowd.

"It seems like a great night for partiers." She forces a laugh, though, somehow, the laugh makes her feel better. What a difference one person can make on a lonely night. She won't admit it yet, but she thinks that tonight might help. Her elbow touches the sparkling counter as she leans against it, smiling at Cosette.