WHAT A NIGHT FOR A DANCE* [CAITY]

[nik]

It was around 10pm when Nikki awoke from a rather deep sleep. After the band had had a hard day of shows and signing merch, Nik had decided to go from a nap. That was around 5 o’clock so he had managed to get himself a good 5 hour rest, he certainly wasn’t going to be in his bed early tonight. They boy yawned as he rolled out of his bunk on the tour bus, he ran his long bony fingers through his shaggy brown hair and stretched his arms up above his head before standing fully up. Nik couldn’t hear anyone else around so he guessed that all his band mates had gone out without him. He wasn’t bothered that they hadn’t told him, he would just have to find some other people to amuse him for a while.

The boy walked across to the mirror in the small bedroom department on the cramped bus. He peered at his reflection in the mirror before deciding sleepily that he looked presentable, enough. He just flattened his hair down a little and tried to ignore the dark circles under his eyes. Nikki turned away from the mirror and then thought for a second. Of course he was going to go out and get crazy drunk, but where the hell was he? The boy didn’t have a clue what town or city the tour was in, as half of the time he was either, stoned, drunk or hung over and never really gave two shits about where he was. Now he was neither of those things and he had no clue where about in America he was. He was guessing some sort of lowly Southern State, he was probably wrong, but he didn’t have an idea in hell. He wasn’t too bothered about not knowing where he was, it just meant he didn’t know where to get any weed, and he was running low.

He sighed before shrugging off the whole situation and beginning to look for a clean t-shit and some shoes. Nik started to rummage in his suitcase before finding a plain white top which he didn’t think he had worn on the tour before and some black converse. The boy pulled off his dirty black Nirvana t-shirt, sprayed some deodorant and pulled on the clean top. He shoved his feet into his shoes, picked up some money, his phone, keys, cigarettes and weed from his bed before pulling on his leather jacket and deciding to leave the bus.

The boy half heartedly made his way from the bedroom to the door of the bus. Oh his way he spotted a half full bottle of Jack Daniel’s. He snatched the bottle took a swig and made his way out of the bus, bottle still in hand. Nik shut the door behind him and stepped out into a rather chilly night. He looked around. This definitely wasn't a 'lowly Souther state'. The tour site was pretty dead so he guessed everyone was in town, it was Saturday after all. Nikki continued to drink the Jack with long gulps as he walked to the exit of the tour site and out onto the street. Nik stopped in his tracks before looking around hopelessly. He did not know where he was. The street outside the tour site was pretty quite but he noticed that most of the lights were towards the left of him. He decided fuck it, he might as well walk in that direction to see what he could find. The boy started to walk while he took a last few gulps of his Jack.

Nikki had been walking for a good ten minutes before he reached the edge of some sort of town or city. He didn’t recognise anything about where he was. He supposed that he could have phoned his band mates and asked where they were, but that wouldn’t have been any fun. He liked an adventure. The boy had finished his Jack Daniel’s and chucked the bottle to the ground and it fell with a smash. The glass shattered at Nikki’s feet but he continued walking. The night was black and cold, but the city seemed to get busier and busier the further he walked into it.

After a while of walking deeper into the city Nikki found a street which seemed to be filled with clubs and bars. The boy smiled a little as he stopped to decide where he was going to spend the night. Nik decided that his best bet was a dark looking club that seemed to have people pouring into it. The boy pulled an already rolled joint out of his pocket before sticking it in his mouth and lighting it up. He inhaled before blowing out a thin trail of smoke from between his lips. Nikki then made his way over to the entrance of the club. He walked straight on in, past groups of rowdy guys and laughing girls.

Inside the club he found a low lit, modern room crammed full with people on the dance floor and loads more pushing their way to the bar. He inhaled his joint once again before making his way to the bar also. A small smile crept on his face and his eyes met a bunch of good looking girl. Where ever he was, he knew he was going to enjoy it here. Once he had made his way to the bar, he waited for a while to be served. Needless to say the boy was pretty impatient so felt the need to push infront of a few innocent people who had been in the queue before him. He finally managed to order a beer in his thick Southern accent before moving to a spare bar stool. He sat his skinny body down before looking around and taking a swig of his beer. This place seemed good, nice vibe, decent music. He decided he would stay for a while, see if anything interesting happened.

WORDS: 9__
TAG:CAITY/TRIN!
OUTFIT:WILL DO SOON...
NOTES:AHH SORRY, DID NOT MEEN TO DRAG IT ON THAT LONG! IT'S BAD SORRY!

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[trin]

Was it weird that Caitlyn Lasson wasn't a big partier, like some of her bandmates, and generally quite a fraction of the people on tour? A girl with her confident, a little angry attitude certainly seemed like the type of person to go out drinking at least five times a week, right? Maybe it was the fact that she never really had anyone to go with that phased her. Perhaps it was the fact whenever she returned to the bus, she passed out with her face in a plantpot, or in the toilet, and the hangovers in the morning were definitely her biggest killer -- they made her sleep to about four PM, which really got her manager pissed for missing rehersals. Whatever the case, she definitely wasn't someone you'd see at the club regularly. But, seeing as the next day was a definite no-rehersal day, one of her friends had practically forced her to agree with the idea of going out to the club.

This was how she found herself staring in the mirror, checking out her blonde reflection. Her hair was straight, and there was a hint of soft blue eyeshadow around her eyes. Caitlyn definitely wasn't a girl for makeup, either -- in fact she was called quite the tomboy in that case. She was more your laze about in skinny jeans type of girl -- and a skirt was a no go area. She just wasn't the type. She reckoned she pulled off the skinny jean look more, anyway, and most of the members of Injected Hopeless agreed with her (the exception being the stylist, who insisted she should "show off her legs.").

That Saturday was no different. Her best black skinny jeans were already on the minute the outing had been decided, bright blue converse on her feet. Her shirt was also blue, a monster type character on the front. She had to admit, although this was far from getting dressed up, she definitely wasn't too shabby. A small smirk passed over her face as she picked up her black hoodie, holding it in one had as she pushed money and her cell into a small black shoulder bag. She left the bus with the call of, "Don't wait up for me, dickheads!"

She met up with her friend on the corner of the block. They greeted eachother and exchanged small talk as they made their way there. Caitlyn was adamant she wasn't dancing, and she wouldn't let that 'no' go as they walked.

"Come on, Caitlyn!"

"No." She shook her head, "Go find a sex buddy or something, I'm just going to get trashed and head home."

Finally, they reached the club. Caitlyn was thankful, too - her ears were hurting on account of her friends persistance. As they entered, her friend went straight to the dancefloor. The vocalist rolled her eyes and shoved past people to sit on an empty stool, ordering a beer. Simply a beer - nothing fancy.

Various people came up to her and leered, smirked, tried to make her laugh. The same, flat expression stayed on her face as she, in turn, told them various ways to fuck off. She wasn't a one-night-stand person, either. There was a lot of things Caitlyn wasn't.

It was past ten when her friend came up to her. The stool Caitlyn sat on, previously with no one next to her, had been filled on both sides. Her friend had her hand in the back pocket of some guy she'd never met, and she told Caitlyn she was going home for some fun.

"Let a guy get lucky!" Her friend had advised, winking as she left. Caitlyn rolled her eyes. So now, she was officially lonered and drinking beer in a stuffy club, sandwiched between two guys she didn't even know.

"Ugh, I'm such a fucking loner." She grumbled under her breath, Maybe I should just leave.

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