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Post by dillion on Feb 9, 2005 23:41:18 GMT
He tried his best tos tand still na dlisten while she talked, but that was a truggle for him. Finally she was done and he grabbed her arm again and started off down the street again, breaking into a run. He coudln't wait to get to the club! If they were early enough, they woudln't have to wait in line long either. There was always a line to get in and he ha to try and talk his way into getting Jordan in too. It was a club for 16 and older and Jordan wans't 16, but he was sure he oculd talk his way into it. Normally once he started talking he could get his way. Payton said it was just because it got him to be quiet for once.
"Almost there! Suds is great, you will love it! You clothes can get wet right? Gotta take of your shoes when you go in. Floor is water and bubbles come down fromt he celiling! Its the best! Wriled is next best after Suds. Live band, but no bubbles"
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Post by JordanCortes on Feb 9, 2005 23:45:37 GMT
"Yeh, my clothes can get wet. And my shoes come off too, most shoes do you know?" Jordan muttered as he asked about her clothes. When he said something about bubbles, Jordan smiled widely and was instantly hyper.
"I looove bubbles! Except when they get in your eyes, no then they aren't as fun. No where near fun. But, if you pop them they're just as fun! Oh, and making bubbles is fun too! Did I mention I like bubbles? Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's go!" Jordan pulled Dill and started to run in a direction. Then she stopped and looked at him, "Why don't you lead, I don't know where we're going."
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Post by dillion on Feb 11, 2005 20:40:41 GMT
He took the lead and started running off down the street. They had been going for a few mintues when they could see blue lights ahead and soft music could be heard. As they got closer a small crowd of people could be seen. Dillion darted into the middle of the crowd, bouncing up and down as he tried to see what was ahead. They waited for a few moemnts before they reached the front of the line that was forming, a rather large man standing there looked down at them. Dillion flashed him a large grin.
"Mate! Remember me, Moore! Dillion! Yep, thast me, Been here before, normally with Payton, looks just like me. Two of us. Know you remember that, have to. Everonye remember the Moore's. live downt he street, thought I would take my friend here. Not from London. Here or Wriled, but here won. Bubbles!"
The man at the door stared for a moment, not very sure how to ract to the red head. Dillion opened his mouth again and before anything came out, the man pushed the door open.
"Just go in."
Dillion grinned brightly and grabbed Jordan's hand and dragged her inside where a small crowd of people were removing articles of outer clothing, and some their shoes. Dill didn't remove anything, he liked the sound his shoes made when they were wet.
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Post by JordanCortes on Feb 11, 2005 20:46:06 GMT
Jordan laughed aloud as the man just told him to go in, she didn't see why he just let him in like that though. It's how Dill normally was and she saw no difference in the way he spoke to the guy then in the way he spoke to her. As she was jerked inside, she didn't get the chance to take her shoes off. Oh well. As they entered the acutal club, her shoes were soaked. Blast, she thought. But she didn't mind that a the moment.
"Come on!" She called over the music to Dill as she dragged him on the dance floor. She had told Dillion she didn't know how to dance, but she forgot how the music took over her mind and soul and started to make her dance.
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Post by dillion on Feb 22, 2005 18:02:52 GMT
He ran down the three steps that lead to the main floor of the club, jumping off the last step and sending water splashing as he did. The floor was overed with about 4 inches of water, put over din lights that moved around and glowed different colors. From above there were lights too, only from above sheets of bubbles and foam were coming down. The club was already crowded with bodies moving to the beat of a DJ that was playing int he corner. The musid was very fast and chaotic with not words at all.
"Best club there is! So fun! Lights great! Get soaked! Wont dry out for days! Best time ever!"
He started to jump around, his pants form the knees down dripping at this point as he jumped in a circle waving his arms above his head.
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Post by JordanCortes on Feb 22, 2005 21:14:42 GMT
Jordan smiled, threw her hands up in the air, and moved with the fast music that pulsed around her. Her hair that was up in a pony-tail slowly coming down. She didn't mind, all she cared was that she was having fun for once. The music lived through her and she felt as if she was going to burst, not because she was tired and out of breath, but because she wanted to continue to dance. Her feet itching to dance to her music, to her steps. She wanted to salsa, to tango, but this was fine. This was going to have to do. Jordan enjoyed this, she enjoyed spending time with her friends...she hadn't done it in awhile.
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Post by dillion on Feb 23, 2005 17:58:58 GMT
Hard it ignore music like this. Blasting. That was how he liked it. Louder the better. Everyone was dancing, moving. Could feel them all around, but colored lights didn't give off much light so it was hard to see. He was still jumping around, sending water flying. This was the best club. Didn't need to take a shower when you got home! After a while he reached forward and grabbed Jordan's hand and pulled it down so that he could push her out so that she spun before he pulled her back in. He grinned again and started to jump around her. He always jumped when he danced. Especially when there was water on the floor to jump in.
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