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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 21, 2013 12:44:40 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2013 12:44:40 GMT -6

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The weekend has rolled around once more. And this time, Miss Anya had a night off from waiting tables. She couldn't help but to smile at the thought of having a night to herself and whatever she decided to do with it. Anya didn't do much outside of school and work, she mostly hung around with her aunt and they would watch movies, chat about different things. Stuff like that. Tonight wasn't going to be one of those nights, however, since her Aunt Prue was out of town at the moment. Their dog Bruno was fast asleep at Anya's feet, as she sat in the living room and watched a bit of TV. She could always work on her art, but she didn't feel like it. Anya wanted to do something outside of her home. It wasn't very often, that Anya wanted to go out and about.

What can I say? She can be a bit of a homebody at times. Anya inhaled slow and deep, as she took a sip of her soda and had started to think about what she wanted. She could go to one of the bars, but she did that last time. She wanted to do more than just drink, like dance. A bright little light-bulb seemed to go off in her head. The decision was then made, she was going to a club for a while. And with that in mind, she downed the last of her soda and had jumped off the couch.

Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Anya hopped into the shower and washed herself up. The hot water felt good upon her skin, relieving a bit of the ache in her muscles. Once she was done, she dried off her body and blow-dried her hair. As soon as it was dried, she pulled all her hair back into a ponytail. Then, while wrapped in a towel, Anya went back into her room and opened up her closet. Bruno had apparently woken up from his little nap and wandered into her room, probably wondering she was up to. She looked around and through her clothes, trying to find something suitable for a night like this. She ended up with a bustier top that showed off some of her midriff, a pair of dark-wash jeans, and ankle-high boots. Fingerless, lace gloves adorned her hands. A little bit of jewelry and accessories was added to the ensemble. She did not need a lot of make-up, though she had made sure that her eyes would stand out a bit. Once she was dressed, a bit of her perfume was needed. After that, Anya then grabbed a couple of essentials (phone, money, I.D., etc.) and said bye to Bruno. He wagged his tail and licked her fingers.

It didn't take her very long to make it into the club. Loud music was pumping through the speakers and the dance floor was about half-packed with writhing and grooving bodies. It didn't seem to annoy Anya in the slightest, until she moved through the crowd to get to the bar. She felt a hand or two on her bum, even one smack upon it. She turned and glared at the man in blue who was responsible. He had held up both his hands in surrender and she went on her way. Once she made it over to the bar, she waved over one of the bartenders and he walked over. "Jack & Coke." she said with a smile. Nodding his head, he moved to fix her drink. She turned around and looked out at the dance floor.

SONG CREDITS: Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie"

OOC: Anyone care to keep her company or try their charm? Haha..

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 24, 2013 17:41:48 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 17:41:48 GMT -6

Cooper was at the little club, deciding that he wanted to get a break from his little sister(whom had moved in with him recently) as well as try some of his dance moves. Shoot, he didn't need to try any of his dance moves. After all, he was a dancer and had been for eighteen years! He knew he could move and groove if he needed to. More like if he wanted to. Which was nearly always.

The young man, clearly in his early twenties, was wearing a pair of faded-out blue jeans, held up by an old brown leather belt, and a pair of brown cowboy boots. He also wore a red plaid button up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His broad shoulders and chest filled in the shirt quite nicely. Of course, any firefighter's shoulders would fill out a shirt like that. Or at least, the active ones. No, he wasn't a real firefighter, but he was a volunteer one.

He sighed as he exited the dance floor, a little sweat dripping down his face and neck. He blinked it out of his eyes as he leaned on the bar, next to a dark haired woman. As the woman ordered, he wondered what he wanted. After a moment, he shrugged. "A beer, please," he stated, his country accent thick and his voice deep. He looked over towards the woman and offered her a smile.

That was until he realized that she was actually very pretty. His face turned red and he moved his brown eyes from her face down to the bar. Great, he just had to be right next to a pretty woman, didn't he? That was just his luck. He already had a hard time talking to women who weren't pretty. How was he going to talk to her. After a few moments, with his beer in his hand, he opened his mouth. No sound came out. He sighed and closed his eyes, taking a large swig from the beer, and then beginning to speak. "Y-you're m-m-mighty beautiful, M-miss. Certainly an ey-ey-eye c-catcher, that's for s-sure."

He was just trying to make friendly conversation. His shoulders and back were clearly tense from being around her.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 25, 2013 12:14:18 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 12:14:18 GMT -6

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One song drew to a close and another took its place. Anya had started to drum her fingers lightly against the bar, when a man in plaid and cowboy boots walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. She noticed the man's footwear before she saw his face and choice in shirt. She couldn't help but to smile, looking over his way. His accent didn't go unnoticed, when he spoke to the bartender. Same with the changing color in his face, when he saw her. Probably the same reaction she was due to have shortly. Very shortly. She bit her lip, feeling like Anya was a schoolgirl again with a crush. She may seem tough and all of that, but when it comes to guys (especially attractive ones), it's different.

The man in cowboy boots spoke up. "Y-you're m-m-mighty beautiful, M-miss. Certainly an ey-ey-eye c-catcher, that's for s-sure." She resisted the urge to blush for maybe, a couple of seconds before her cheeks betrayed her and turn into a lovely shade of red. "Well, thank you. I'm flattered..." Anya responded with a shy smile and nod. She felt someone lightly tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the bartender with her drink and the man's beer.

She smiled, as she took ahold of her drink and moved to pull out money. The bartender waved her off. "Save it for when you're done for the night." he suggested with a smile. As the bartender moved to attend to another customer, Anya took her first sip and liked it. Some people make the drink way too strong or too weak for her taste. This time, the bartender had made it just right. "So, who might you be or shall I come up with a nickname?" Anya said, in a friendly and light tone. Anya could call him Mr. Cowboy Boots the entire time, but the man might not be so happy with that, so she would like to know his name. "I'm Anya." she added with a smile. Just as knots began to form inside her stomach.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 25, 2013 20:28:58 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 20:28:58 GMT -6

Cooper smiled as she thanked him. It was clearly a shy smile, one that was barely there. It was noticeable if you looked close enough, though. He drank some of his beer, taking small mouth fulls, casually downing it.As she asked the question, he nearly coughed. A nickname, huh? Only his sister and his best friend had a nickname for him. He could just hear the two of them calling him 'Coop' like they had been since they were little.

"Cooper," he said, just loud enough over the music. He sighed in relief as he realized he didn't stutter that time. Than again, he only said one word. Well, that was better than nothing. Even so, he felt a little light headed, as if he would pass out at any moment from his nerves. At the thought of passing out, he continued to drink, downing the rest of his beer quickly.

He lifted a hand for the bartender to come back. He needed something stronger. Something that would give him more confidence. "Whisky," he said. He looked back towards the pretty woman. "D-do you live here? Or a-ar-are you j-just visiting?" he asked, deciding that it would be best to ask, as a conversation maker. Who knew, maybe if he continued to talk, he would grow out of this stuttering problem.

He closed his eyes, knowing that his stuttering problem around girls wouldn't stop. At least, not anytime soon. He opened his brown eyes and looked back towards her. His eyes met her blue ones. He stared for a moment, mesmerized. He had never seen anybody with such blue eyes before. After he realized he was staring, his mouth slightly open, he looked away and closed the opening. "Sorry," he apologized.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 25, 2013 21:15:12 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 21:15:12 GMT -6

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Anya's shy smile seemed to grow a bit bigger, when he smiled at her. She took a couple of sips of her Jack & Coke, while the handsome man beside her took a few mouthfuls of his beer. A brief silence fell in between them, as the music had continued to play and fill the room around them. "Cooper," Anya nodded her head, repeating his name in her head. Cooper, I like the sound of that, she thought. The knots in her stomach began to slowly tighten. What can I say? She thinks that he's a handsome man. Who would not?

Cooper had seemed to be done with his beer and motioned to the bartender for something else. She seemed to smile, when he ordered whiskey. A guy who likes his booze, I guess.

"D-do you live here? Or a-ar-are you j-just visiting?" A moment came and went. "Here, with my aunt. Attending the local college, as well. What about you?" she responded, as she took another sip. Her drink was probably half-gone by this moment. If Cooper was local as well, she wouldn't really mind hanging out with him again. Not at all. She noticed that he closed his eyes for a few moments or so, which confused her slightly. Then, he opened them again and met her gaze. Now, was it just her or did her heart seem to skip a beat? His brown eyes were great, she wouldn't mind staring into those for a bit. He noticed that he was staring, with his mouth hanging open, so he looked away.

Anya bit her lower lip again, the knots tightened up again. She was definitely feeling like a schoolgirl. "Sorry," A faint blush spread through her cheeks. "It's ok, Cooper." she replied.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 26, 2013 0:50:59 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 0:50:59 GMT -6

He felt a little better as she said that it was okay. He hadn't meant to stare, it just happened. After all, he could stare into those eyes for hours. They were like a pretty icy-blue that seemed to hypnotize anybody who had bothered to look at her pretty face. He sighed and scratched the growing facial hair on his jaw line. He turned back to her.

"I live here in town. My sister l-lives with me," he said, finally answering her question. He took a drink of his whisky. "W-whats your major?" he asked, leaning on one of his legs. He was honestly curious, after all you were going to be stuck in that field for the rest of your life, until retirement. His face heated up as an embarrassed blush formed on his cheeks.

A sweet smile appeared on his face. "N-nevermindm don't answer th-that. We're here t-to have fun, r-right? After all, w-we're both young. Let's have f-fun while we still c-c-can. C-come on, l-lets dance," he stated, standing up straight and holding out his hand to escort the pretty lady to the dance floor. He was taller than her, and even taller than many of the guys, standing at 6'3".

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 26, 2013 12:34:26 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 12:34:26 GMT -6

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Cooper had apologized for staring, but she told him it was okay. If he didn't apologize for it, then she would end up doing the same thing. A moment came and went, as he let out a sigh and scratched at his growing facial hair upon his chin. She cracked a smile. "I live here in town. My sister l-lives with me," Anya slightly nodded, letting the information sink into her head. So, he was a local as well. Maybe if they enjoy hanging out together tonight, then they could see each other again.

"W-whats your major?" he had asked, after drinking a bit of his whiskey. Anya was in the middle of taking a sip of her drink, otherwise she would've answered right away. She made sure to swallow it all, before she tried to talk. But then, Cooper spoke up again and cracked a sweet smile as he talked.

"N-nevermindm don't answer th-that. We're here t-to have fun, r-right? After all, w-we're both young. Let's have f-fun while we still c-c-can. C-come on, l-lets dance," She then gave him a little nod, as he stood up straight and held out a hand to Anya. Her cheeks heated up a little bit, as she took another sip and then took his offered hand. His skin felt warm against her own, even though she wore finger-less gloves. Anya looked up at him, since he was apparently taller than she was. It did not matter so much to her.

She moved up onto her tip-toes, so she could speak and get heard - in spite of the music. "I'm an arts major, by the way." she responded with a smile.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 26, 2013 14:21:53 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 14:21:53 GMT -6

He heard what her major was than smiled. Ah, she was artistic. That was pretty cool. Of course, he was artistic in his own way. Dancers had to be, as they showed their feelings through movement instead of through words or pictures. They may be able to relate some.

He closed his hand around hers and began leading her towards the dance floor, being sure to be gentle and that there was an easy path for her to get through. After all, that was just the gentleman he was. He grew up being a gentleman, since his father wasn't and his mother wasn't around.

"I'm a d-dancer, as well as a volunteer f-f-firefighter, so I don't have much free t-time," he stated. He was slowly starting to stutter less. It was clear that the more they talked, and related, that he would feel more comfortable around her. Less nervous and clearly more fun.

As soon as they made it to the dance floor, he twirled her, lifting her hand above her head so that she was facing him again. His brown eyes were filled with excitement as he looked down at her. "Do you know how to dance?" he asked.

He wasn't one of those serious dancers. Of course, he had to be during competitions and all that, but he knew how to do all that fun dancing in clubs. And he sure hoped he would have fun dancing with her.

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OOC: I'm not sure what song should be playing, so I'll let you choose.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 26, 2013 21:36:28 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 21:36:28 GMT -6

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He seemed to approve of her response, when she told him that she was an arts major. Some people usually give her looks and ask what she plans to do with that, like it's stupid to major in art or something. It's been a big help for her in the past, so why not keep going with it and maybe help someone else like her in the future? That was her theory for now. A moment came and went, as Cooper closed his hand around hers and led her over to the dance floor. He wasn't like those people. Not at all. Anya bit her lip. "I'm a d-dancer, as well as a volunteer f-f-firefighter, so I don't have much free t-time," She nodded her head, a smile touching upon her lips. Anya seems to be doing a lot of smiling tonight. I wonder why..

"Ahh, I see. When I'm not getting creative and what not, I'm a waitress at one of the bars." she responded. Another couple of moments passed by them, as the current song was moving towards its end. She couldn't help but to giggle a bit, as he had decided to twirl her. He looked down at her, his eyes appearing to be twinkling with excitement or something, and her stomach did a little flip.

"Do you know how to dance?" Anya slightly shrugged. "Not the greatest at it, but I manage." she said honestly. It wasn't her real passion like art is, but she tries her best. That's all she can really ask for. Then, the current song finally ended. Another one began to take its place.

OOC: No pressure or anything, hehehe. Tried looking up a .gif of her dancing and all I found that even remotely suited my purpose was this.

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 26, 2013 23:04:35 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 23:04:35 GMT -6

He gave a slight laugh at her response. "It's not hard," he stated. Well, at least this type of dancing wasn't hard. Actual dancing was quite challenging and took a lot of practice to perfect. Heck, one routine by itself was a challenge, but that was the fun of it.

He watched her as she began to dance and gave her an amused look. "You look like you're p-playing with a hoola h-hoop," he lightly teased, moving so that he stood right in front of her.

He placed his free hand on her waist, hesitating for a moment, leaving his other hand in hers. He gave her a slightly nervous smile, hoping he wasn't going out of her comfort spot as he began moving her hips to the beat.

"Just l-let the music take control. And h-have fun," he stated. He began moving, his own hips and body moving smoothly. He kept it simple, his hand still in hers as the two danced around, occasionally brushed up onto someone. Than again, there were so many people out on the dance floor that it was impossible not to brush up onto someone. Thankfully, everyone was having too much fun to really care.

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OOC: Hehe, that's actually better than what I found (He was dancing in his underwear with a mask on, so I didn't put it up)

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Hips Don't Lie (OPEN) Jul 27, 2013 14:05:51 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 14:05:51 GMT -6

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Cooper's laugh sounded almost like..music to Anya's ears, though it was slight. "It's not hard," he had stated. A moment or two passed by. Well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself. After slowly taking a deep breath, she had taken a small step back from him and started to do what her Aunt Prue deemed as her 'signature dance.' Cooper watched her dance, which was basically miming a hula hoop, and had not started laughing. If she did, her cheeks would be red as a cherry and on fire like jalapeno peppers. He spoke up, lightly teasing her about it. "You look like you're p-playing with a hoola h-hoop," Anya had stopped dancing and though a smile still remained upon her lips, her stomach knots began tightening up in unison.

He moved to stand in front of Anya and her breath seemed to catch, at his close proximity to her. While still holding onto her hand, Cooper had placed his other hand upon her waist. Her heart seemed to flip inside her chest, as he smiled nervously. Was he nervous that he might be crossing a line with her? So far, she didn't think he was. For some reason, Anya trusts him and the hope that he wouldn't hurt her.

She chuckled a tiny bit, when he began moving her hips to the beat of the song. "Just l-let the music take control. And h-have fun," She nodded her head, as Cooper had started moving his own hips. "Tell that to the knots in my stomach." she admitted, keeping her tone light yet honest. Anya was feeling nervous around him, even a bit more so than she met Raira for the first time after chatting online. Anya slowly took a deep breath, letting the music lead her.

Every now and then, a movement would bring them into contact with another person. So far, however, no one had batted an eye or made a fuss about it. Just kept going with whatever they were doing.

OOC: Ahh. Hahaha now I want to find that picture