IN DA CLUB (that Paxton kid)

[NAYELI ROY]

“Can I just have a water please?”

Nayeli threw the relieved looking bartender a winning smile. Reaching somewhere under the counter, he pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to her. She pulled a bill out of her pocket and handed it to him, swiveling on the stool to look at the pulsing lights and swaying mass of people.
The bass was turned up and she struggled to recognize the song through the noise.
Elle uncapped the water and drank, staring around in a bored fashion.
She missed her friends back home, the ones that would go out and party with her whenever they fancied. She missed the rush of sneaking out and nearly getting caught sneaking back in. She even missed her older brother and his stoner friends crashing parties and trying to get her in on their mischief.

“Excuse me, would you like to dance?” A guy asked, grabbing her attention. She looked him over and gave a polite smile.

”Sure. Just see if you can keep up.”

“Oh, I think I can.”

Nayeli grinned. Like hell he could. She was a dancer and this guy was probably half drunk. He looked a bit off balance. But perhaps that’s how he was normally.
She danced with him for the rest of the song and he walked off to get a drink, panting.
Smothering her triumphant smile, she returned to her stool, sipping her water.
With a wave of excitement and energy, she recognized her favorite song playing. Elle got to her feet, the beat pumping through the floor as she looked around for a worthy dance partner.

Take it back

Everybody look at me me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody, what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho

Everybody get your neck to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I wanna see you all on your knees knees
You either wanna be with me or be me
Come on now

[CODY PAXTON]

Being over legal age definitely had its perks. Like being able to go clubbing without the risk of being caught by the police for a fake ID. Cody walked into Down The Rabbit Hole. He went here just about every night.
He pushed his way through the crowd, making his way to the bar. “I’ll have an Amaretto Stone Sour.” The bartender nodded and went on to make it. He only had to wait about five minutes before it was ready and paid, and he started to sip on it.
He sat in his chair, scanning the dance floor. It was then his eye caught a girl. Any thoughts of Amy left his mind. Her blonde hair was stunning as she moved to the beat with a man that was buzzed, going on drunk. When the song ended, the man went off to no doubt get another beer. Another song came on and she was looking for someone to dance with.
This was his cue.
Setting his drink down, he got up and made his way over to her. “Excuse me, ma’am,” Cody murmured, gently touching her arm. “But it looks as if you are searching for someone to dance with. So may I have this dance?”

tags: you!
notes: sucky post.
words: two-oh-seven

[NAYELI ROY]

Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars, make you cut cards
Make you fall real hard in love

Ellie swayed back and forth, shaking her hips with the beat. God she loved this song. It made her want to dance all the time.
She took the last gulp of her water and tossed the bottle to the bartender.

She's a maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars, make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all

“Excuse me, ma’am, but it looks as if you are searching for someone to dance with. So may I have this dance?”

Elle looked up, a little surprised as the young man touched her arm lightly. Her eyebrow arched saucily as her blue eyes raked over him briefly.

"Of course."

He had splendid manners. If his parents attended a country club, her parents would be thrilled. She pushed this thought out of her head, detesting her snobby upbringing. Who cared what the hell his family was like?

She grabbed his hand and pulled him out on the floor. Years of dance lessons had paid off.

"So, can I get your name too, or just the invitation?" Nayeli gave a small grin as they danced.

And when she walks she walks with passion
When she talks she talks like she can handle it
When she asks for something boy she means it
Even if you never ever see it

Everybody get your neck to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
You doing anything to keep her by your side
Because she says she love you love you long time
Come on now

Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkIRZ74fvbA&feature=fvst

[CODY PAXTON]

That look she gave him. It made his stomach explode with butterflies. His mouth suddenly became very dry, but he took a quick breath and followed her as she led him out on the dance floor with an ‘Of course.’
When she grabbed his hand, his knees got weak. He flashed a flirtatious smile when she spoke again.
"So, can I get your name too, or just the invitation?"
He winked. “Well you can call me whatever you’d like. The name is Cody, however. Might I know the name of such a beautiful lady?”
Having no dance lessons, he could only imagine how he was dancing. “Sorry I’m not a great dancer,” Cody apologized, offering a half smile and watching her carefully with his blue eyes.

tags: you!
notes: sorry i don't have much muse atm. tinychat is distracting. :3
words: rather not say.

[NAYELI ROY]

He wasn't a wonderful dancer like she'd hoped, but he had potential. She kept the beat easily, spinning on the spot, stopping easily where she had started.

“Well you can call me whatever you’d like. The name is Cody, however. Might I know the name of such a beautiful lady?”

Cody. Simple, but fun.
He looked like he was a guy who enjoyed a good time, yet he spoke with an air that suggested he had been very well educated.
She smelled just a tiny whiff of alcohol scent. He was legal, huh? Cody did look as if he was a few years older than her.
Not that she particularly cared. All the better, really.

"Nayeli. Nayeli Roy. And I don't really care what you call me."

“Sorry I’m not a great dancer."

He gave her an apologetic grin and Elle smiled back slyly, rotating her hips with the song.

"Oh, I'm not too worried. Just don't step on my toes," She looked up at his face, her voice hinting at just a bit of deviousness.

"I could always teach you, if you like."

[CODY PAXTON]

"Nayeli. Nayeli Roy. And I don't really care what you call me."

For him, that was an open challenge to call her something other than her name. “Hmm, I think I’ll call you Blondie,” Cody chuckled.

"Oh, I'm not too worried. Just don't step on my toes.”

He grinned. “I wouldn't dream of it,” He spoke, doing a half bow and then straightening quickly so that he would be able to move out of the way if need-be. She was looking at him, and it was all he could take to keep an idiotic grin from spreading on his face.

"I could always teach you, if you like."

“That, Blondie, just might be an invitation I’ll take you up on.”

tags: you!
notes: xx
words: one-two-oh

[NAYELI ROY]

“Hmm, I think I’ll call you Blondie," he told her, chuckling

Her eyes narrowed and she shot him a smirk. So that's how he was gonna be, huh? Well, no one was allowed to make Blonde cracks at her.

"Alright. And I'll call you Brownie."

“I wouldn't dream of it.”

Cody bowed to her and she smiled. Who was this guy and why hadn't she met him earlier. He had really pretty blue eyes..

“That, Blondie, just might be an invitation I’ll take you up on.”

"Well, Brownie, I'd love to see you keep up. Something tells me you wouldn't last an hour of my coaching expertise. You'd be in a puddle on the floor at the thirty minute mark."

Her grey eyes sparkled.

Elle knew it wasn't very polite or lady-like to brag. But with all the work she put into dance, she felt that she deserved it. And the blue eyes couldn't get to her.

Very much..

[CODY PAXTON]

Brownie… that made him laugh. “Brownie it is, then,” Cody quipped. He moved somewhat awkwardly to the music until she spoke again.

“Well, Brownie, I'd love to see you keep up. Something tells me you wouldn't last an hour of my coaching expertise. You'd be in a puddle on the floor at the thirty minute mark.”

He winked at her. “Oh, I’m taking that as a challenge. Blondie, you can be my dancing coach. Just don’t make me do girly ballerina move and we have a deal, gorgeous.”

He had a few moments of thought as he studied her. “You’re rather young. I’m guessing you are in college… and I can bet that you are going to be a dancer, or at least something that has a do with dance. Am I right or am I right?” Cody casually tried to get to know her better, find out her interests. Obviously she liked dance and obviously she had talent. Was she going to put that talent to good use? He hoped so as he watched her easily step to the music, not missing a beat. The song might have changed, he didn’t know, for he had stopped listening to the actual words long ago. All he heard was her voice sweetly wrapping itself around his brain, coursing through his veins and spreading across his heart. That sweet sound that was better than music, that sweet sound that was Nayeli Roy’s voice.

tags: you!
notes: random burst at the last paragraph lol.
words: two-four-one

[NAYELI ROY]

“Brownie it is, then.”

She gave a small triumphant grin as he easily complied.

He winked at her. “Oh, I’m taking that as a challenge. Blondie, you can be my dancing coach. Just don’t make me do girly ballerina move and we have a deal, gorgeous.”

Elle smirked, reaching over her shoulder and pulling her foot up and over her head.

"Like this, you mean? I'd be careful, if I were you. The guys at the studio don't take kindly to being called girly.."

He watched her for a few moments and she blushed lightly under his gaze. Why was he staring at her?

“You’re rather young. I’m guessing you are in college… and I can bet that you are going to be a dancer, or at least something that has a do with dance. Am I right or am I right?”

"I'm 19, actually. And yes. I'm going to be in my sophomore year. Dance is definitely on my list of favorite things, but I haven't made an actual decision as far as a career goes. I'm just winging it. It pisses off my parents. Which makes me happy."

She looked him over, smiling. He really was very cute..

"What about you, Brownie-boy? You're just this twenty-something year old, savvy bar-hopper?"

[CODY PAXTON]

"Like this, you mean? I'd be careful, if I were you. The guys at the studio don't take kindly to being called girly.."

Cody chuckled and copied her move, proving he could do it as well, even though it wasn’t as good as hers because he wasn’t that flexible. “When I said girly, I meant these,” He twirled on his toe, connecting his hands over his head. With embarrassment he stopped after a moment, going just long enough to show her what he meant. “I did that a bit too well.”

He smirked when she blushed from his eye. Score one, Cody.

“I'm 19, actually. And yes. I'm going to be in my sophomore year. Dance is definitely on my list of favorite things, but I haven't made an actual decision as far as a career goes. I'm just winging it. It pisses off my parents. Which makes me happy.”

19. That made them five years apart. Well that wasn’t too bad. Actually, it was perfect. He didn’t know why, but it just felt right. “So that would be why you don’t have any alcohol and have water. Don’t you have a fake ID? You’ve gotta rebel against society, Blondie. It’s the only way to live.” He paused for a moment before continued. “Is your list of favourite things very long? I’m probably on there, aren’t I?” A quick wink was thrown at her, then he became very confused. “Wait. Pissed has a different meaning here in America. What does it mean? In the United Kingdom, it means getting drunk, which I pretty much assume you don’t mean, otherwise that would be very weird if just winging your career made your parents drunk. Actually, never mind. I suppose that could work.”


"What about you, Brownie-boy? You're just this twenty-something year old, savvy bar-hopper?"


Cody grinned. “Jolly good guess. Just about nailed it. I’m twenty-four, no major and not in school, so I guess you could call me a savvy bar-hopper. I’ve been thinking about going into something that’s probably really boring to you. I’ve been in love with plays ever since Year Eleven when we read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I’ve been thinking about either being an actor for strictly plays or a playwright. Haven’t quite decided yet, but my parents are behind my every decision so I don’t have to worry about them.” He shrugged.

tags: you!
notes: now that there is no tinychat lolol
words: three-nine-seven

[NAYELI ROY]

Cody copied her move and she had to bite back a gleeful giggle.

“When I said girly, I meant these.”

He spun in a classic ballerina pose and looked a bit bashful when he finished. She snickered.

“I did that a bit too well.”

"Not quite, Brownie. Your technique is all off."

“So that would be why you don’t have any alcohol and have water. Don’t you have a fake ID? You’ve gotta rebel against society, Blondie. It’s the only way to live.”

She shrugged.

"I don't have much interest in alcohol. Don't get me wrong, I can drink with the best of them. But I don't find it necessarily enjoyable."

“Is your list of favourite things very long? I’m probably on there, aren’t I?”

He winked at her again and her eyebrow raised as she gave a wry smile

"Not yet, hun. Not yet."

“Wait. Pissed has a different meaning here in America. What does it mean? In the United Kingdom, it means getting drunk, which I pretty much assume you don’t mean, otherwise that would be very weird if just winging your career made your parents drunk. Actually, never mind. I suppose that could work.”

"It makes them angry. Pissed is the same as irritated, aggravated, annoyed, ticked, etc. Although, I'm sure I make them quite mad enough to drink themselves into a stupor."

Cody shot her a bright grin.

“Jolly good guess. Just about nailed it. I’m twenty-four, no major and not in school, so I guess you could call me a savvy bar-hopper. I’ve been thinking about going into something that’s probably really boring to you. I’ve been in love with plays ever since Year Eleven when we read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I’ve been thinking about either being an actor for strictly plays or a playwright. Haven’t quite decided yet, but my parents are behind my every decision so I don’t have to worry about them.”

Nayeli listened with patience, her smile growing wider, until it could have melted an ice sculpture with pure, warm and fuzzy happiness.

"I used to do choreography in the plays we did in high school. Theater is such fun. I love Romeo and Juliet. It's a beautiful story. When I was younger, my nanny would read parts of it to me every night. And when I got older, I'd read it, cover to cover until I fell asleep. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them."

Elle finished reciting, and blushed darkly. She hadn't meant to recite the whole verse. Despite the fact that she had more-or-less memorized the whole play, she didn't like it to be known. It withdrew the hopeless romantic in her.

God, she was so mental.

[CODY PAXTON]

"Not quite, Brownie. Your technique is all off."

“Well that’s a relief. I was afraid I’d turned into a ballerina.”

"I don't have much interest in alcohol. Don't get me wrong, I can drink with the best of them. But I don't find it necessarily enjoyable."

“Alcohol? Not enjoyable?” He looked flabbergasted. “Well if that’s what you say.”

"It makes them angry. Pissed is the same as irritated, aggravated, annoyed, ticked, etc. Although, I'm sure I make them quite mad enough to drink themselves into a stupor."

“That makes more sense.”

She recited one of his favourite parts from Romeo and Juliet. “Act three, Scene two!” He nearly shouted, before blushing and hiding his face. “I shouldn’t know that, I shouldn’t know that,” He muttered quickly to himself. Cody glanced back up and caught her eye. “That’s a good passage. A personal favourite, actually.”

tags: you!
notes: xx
words: one-four-four

[NAYELI ROY]

“Well that’s a relief. I was afraid I’d turned into a ballerina.”

"Somehow, I don't see that happening."

“Alcohol? Not enjoyable? Well if that’s what you say.”

He looked a little scandalized and she smirked.

"I take it you enjoy drinking? What's your favorite?"

“Act three, Scene two!”

Cody blurted, looking quite excited. His face turned very pink and he looked away from her, mumbling to himself. When he turned back, he was more composed and she beamed at him, with her signature, Nayeli-Roy-heart-melting-mood-lightening smile.

“That’s a good passage. A personal favourite, actually.”

"I like it too. Although, I really enjoy Act one, Scene five and Act two, Scene two."

[CODY PAXTON]

“I take it you enjoy drinking? What’s your favorite?”

Cody grinned. “Correct. I do enjoy a bit of Amaretto Stone Sour, though a good shot of tequila is always a great way to unwind.”

Then she flashed him that smile. Oh god that smile. He could stare at it all day.

"I like it too. Although, I really enjoy Act one, Scene five and Act two, Scene two."

He pulled his brain from her and searched it. “Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”

He held back a blush. “The part where Romeo first catches sight of Juliet…” He started, then trailed off. “And then Act two, scene two…”

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!”

He wrung his hands slightly. “I told you I loved the play…”

tags: you!
notes: xx
words: four-oh-four

[NAYELI ROY]

“Correct. I do enjoy a bit of Amaretto Stone Sour, though a good shot of tequila is always a great way to unwind.”

"Tequila is good. Although if you really want a good time, Everclear is the way to go."

Elle smiled a bit smugly. He wouldn't be expecting that. She may not enjoy drinking now, but there was a time she had been into it. Encouraged by her brother, of course.

“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”

Cody recited beautifully. She had to stop herself from sighing girlishly as he gave her a little smile.

“The part where Romeo first catches sight of Juliet… And then Act two, scene two…
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!”

He finished and looked a bit shy. She grinned at him.

“I told you I loved the play…”

"I can tell.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself."

She sighed thoughtfully, thinking back to her years in high school, reading aloud in Literature classes. How she had loved it. No one was so into it as Nayeli. She could remember memorizing some of the passages, somehow easily understanding the long forgotten language.

"How is it that you got into Romeo and Juliet? I mean, I remember reading it in classes and most boys would openly groan at the mere sight of the book."