Partay! (Tam & Megan)

[lawl2]

Amanda has never even seen the Kick. Well probably one when they passed by it on the way to go to Richmond, but that doesnt matter. She had never really got a good close look at it, but it was beautiful. Lighting up the night, lots of noise and partying, just her place. She had invited two people, Tamara Goerge and Megan Hooker. She had never really meet them but heard they were alot like her, so she wanted to get to know them. She got out of the the taxi and handed the sixty dollars to the driver. She walked over to the sidewalk that led to the Kick. She smiled again but this time a devious smile, a ttrickery smile. She walked over to the big guy stading there. "Im 21, and Ive been drunk before"

[/b]. THe man sighed "Wheres youre ID?" He asked. She sighed also and handed him a hundre dollars she stole from her roommate. "I dont need to show you an ID, do I?"[/b]. He shook his head no and let her in. She stoood and waited for ehr frineds dressed in this outfit[/center][/size]

[Tamara George]

Tam drummed her fingers impatiently as she waited for the taxi to come a halt. Some IDIOT had clipped the back of her beloved convertible earlier and the day and then, by some magical feat, the thing refused to work. She hated going to the mechanics, more because she had no idea what they were talking about and they knew that...and appropriately abused the fact, as well as the frequent lecherous advances from ugly beer-bellied greasy condescending twats. She could help but wrinkle her nose at the thought.

As much as many people would refuse to believe it, she didn't just shag ANYONE, she had standards, just like she had standards when choosing shoes or clothes, tonight for example, although short and tight, the lack of any lycra could keep her pleasantly out of the way of idiots thinking that they could pick her up with an 'oh so charming' grunt and leave out so much as offering to buy her drink.

Weirdly enough though, people simply didn't get this reasoning. They just assumed she was some dumb blonde who dropped her knickers at any moment. This was not true. They had to be appropriately good looking and possibly even working too...preferably single...and not too old.

She was in oddly reflective mood today. Funny the affect threatening to shove a stiletto up someone's arse could have on your mood.

She got out the car, paying before moving towards, completely bypassing the queue and ignoring the disgruntled noises as she gave a flirty wave to the bouncer and walked in. She was particularly in the mood for a party but she was sure she would be after a couple of shots. She didn't really actually know the people she was going out with but hey, what was life without SOME adventure?

"Hullo darling," She said pleasantly, drink miraculously in hand by the time she'd spotted and reached the blonde.