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Post by Milk on Jun 22, 2010 11:46:42 GMT -5
Jenna could hear the people outside the bar before they even stepped inside. She grinned eagerly, excited to hear this music her friend had been raving about for months now. Naturally, she had had to come with some sort of protection, god forbid something happened to the blind daughter of some noble wolf. Her friend had managed to convince the guys to stay outside, that they'd be perfectly okay inside the bar.
Her friend lead her inside, prattling on and on about how gorgeous the lead singer was. "I mean he's the most attractive man I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot of men!" she laughed and Jenna grinned. By now, they were at the bar. Jenna was seated and sipping a water. "I can't wait till the day I manage to bump into him and hopefully bump against him all night long!" She continued and Jenna simply nodded.
Jenna was beautiful. Dark locks of brown hair and milky blank brown eyes- she was blind. This was all against creamy pale skin and naturally pink lips. Jenna had no idea how pretty she was though. As far as she could tell, she was normal- two eyes, a nose, mouth, et cetera.
Her friend sounded pretty though, but very easy. Jenna thought her to be blond or some sort of fun dyed color, but her friend, Leela, constantly told her she was a brunette. Jenna simply couldn't see that though.
"What is this band called again?" Jenna asked, sniffing. She frowned deeply to herself- her body guards had come inside nonetheless. Leela didn't notice.
"Dante's Downfall, and the lead singer is Dante, and he is absolutely perfect."
Jenna smiled. "So I see, Leela," she said with a chuckle.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 22, 2010 12:22:40 GMT -5
"Put the the bottle down and get you're ass downstairs, Dante!" Zane bit out angrily, the man poised over Dante's bed, who was presently laying on; while drinking a bud, which was very hard to do by the way. But he had years of practice.
"You need to relax, man." Dante said in a bored tone, taking a deep pull of his cig before tossing it out the window on his left.
Zane instantly went bazerk. "You want to start a fucking fire!"
Dante rolled his eyes with a deep sigh, finally peeling himself off of the bed and running a hand through his messy hair. "Just chill, I'm up already." And he was up in a place that was very uncomfortable at the moment. Damn morning wood. "I need a quick shower." He muttered before walking past Zane toward his small bathroom.
"You have exactly five minutes until the show! You don't have time for a god damn shower! Just fucking put a shit on and deal with it!"
"Easy, man. I'll be there, don't worry. Just go downstairs and tell the band that I'm on my way." Dante said nonchalantly. "The more time you spend here yelling at me the more time it's going to take me."
Zane glared at him, and Dante was sure it took everything the man had not to bare his fangs. "Just hurry the fuck up." He finally bit out before practically stomping down the stairs.
Dante snorted out a laugh before heading to the shower. Putting it on full blast and stripping his pants before stepping under the icy spray. He inhaled a deep hiss as the water his him before grabbing a bar of soap and beginning to wash.
But damn the man really needed to get laid. Zane that was, Dante got laid almost every night, sometimes more than once. Hell, sometimes more than twice.
He made quick and washed his face before shutting off the shower and grabbing a towel, hurriedly drying himself. Not bothering to glance in the mirror he walked back to his room and grabbed the first pair of blue jeans he saw, tugging them on before grabbing a white wife beater from one of his drawers and pulling it over his head. He ran his hand carelessly through his still damp hair, knowing that the ladies like messy bedhead look which really was fortunate, seeing as how every time he went downstairs it was usually after he had just woken up.
Dante glanced up at the clock on his wall. He had exactly one minute. Hurriedly pulling on some socks and his black biker boots he grabbed his packs of cigs as he turned the corner and ran down the stairs, pulling one of of it's pack and putting it in his mouth.
He was a chain smoker, and there wasn't a time that he didn't have a cig sticking from between his lips. He was a bit easier on the alcohol, though many still said that he had a problem. Fuck, even if he did he really didn't give a shit. Everyone had they're poisons, and at least his was fucking cigs and alcohol and not crack and heroine.
Entering the main part of the club he looked up on stage and found his band mates already in place, waiting for him. Bulldozing through the crowd he ignored the seductive smiles and grabs of the women. He was used to that by now. After two years of it it was just something that didn't phase you anymore. Not that he didn't appreciate it, hell he'd most likely fuck one of those 'adoring fans' tonight.
As his band mates saw him they started up, the intro to they're most popular song 'Nazareth Bound' causing the crowd to scream in joy, already beginning to sway to the tune. Dante finally jumped up on the stage, and right as his cue came.
Grabbing the mike he began singing, his tone low and eerie as it drifted through the small bar. He stared down at the crowd with a half grin before the tune shifted and the band took on a much heavier sound.
Two years he had been doing this. It'd seem like it would get old by now, but it never did. Dante wasn't a fan of much, but this, being up on stage, hearing the slow draw of the whammy of a guitar and the beat of the drums was like sex to him. Or at least in a way. Nothing was actually like sex. Sex was...well sex. And rather enjoyable.
Speaking of. Time to check out the crowd.
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Post by Milk on Jun 22, 2010 17:41:41 GMT -5
Jenna turned her head as Leela let out a high pitched squeal of delight. "Oh my gosh! This is my favorite song!" she exclaimed and tugged Jenna up. "C'mon, we're getting closer," she said and before Jenna could audibly protest, they were in the crowd.
Jenna felt a lot of bodies against her, moving to the rhythm and singing to the words. Their voices were soon drowned out as Leela and Jenna reached the closest they could to the stage. Jenna could only hear Dante's singing and the band's playing. Leela disappeared from her grasp, leaving Jenna alone in a crowd of strangers.
Jenna blinked, standing still and focusing on the music. It was a beautiful song, the eery voice around her making her sway slowly to her own beat, not quite sure if her movements matched the song. She didn't particularly care though. A calm expression took over her face, a grin spreading over her soft lips.
She simply moved to the music, not worrying herself on where her friend was, or where her guards were.
Jenna didn't stand out much in the crowd. Instead of clad, skimpy clothing she had on a simple black t-shirt and some jean capris. She wore no make up, had no implants or collagen to make her look like a barbie sex doll. Nonetheless, her simplicity drew attention to her, bringing a few male fans over to dance near her. She wasn't really interested in them, or anyone for that matter. She had had sex before, a few times, but they had taken advantage of her blindness and assumed since she was some harmless little blind girl they could walk all over her, and she wouldn't do anything. Her father hadn't been a complete moron when she had grown up, and she knew how to fight and see with her other senses. After one too many heartaches, Jenna had simply sworn off dating, at least for the time being.
Jenna danced near them anyways, since she couldn't really see where her friend was and dance by her.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 23, 2010 2:36:34 GMT -5
Dante let his eyes drift along the crowd until they came to rest on a woman swaying just below the stage. He wasn't quite sure why his eyes had been drawn to her; she wasn't anything like the women that he normally went for. Not that she was ugly, just plain. No, that wasn't it either, for she was pretty. She just wasn't made up like the rest of the women here; who many would mistake for common prostitutes. This woman was dressed simply, tee and blue jean capris. He could tell that she wore no make up, and her hair, while still lovely, wasn't made up with gallons of gel or hairspray like all the other's.
Actually, there was something calming in the way she looked.
Dante followed her movements, watching her sway slowly to the tune of his voice. Okay, maybe she wasn't that plain after all.
He felt his cock growing hard and shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting to get a boner up in front of the crowd. Hell, if anything they'd just be that more obsessed with him.
The band played two more songs before Dante announced over the mike that they were going to take a short break. Watching the crowd spread out he hooked his mike back to it's stand, and with a glance down at the woman again, left the stage and headed for the bar. He needed a good stiff drink.
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Post by Milk on Jun 23, 2010 3:03:17 GMT -5
Jenna stayed exactly where she was, unable to move. She blinked, trying to make out Leela's voice. She thought she heard her, and followed her voice. She tried her hardest not to bump into anyone, but hey, that's hard without her cane. She smacked herself in the forehead. Shoulda brought it anyways, she thought in frustration, vacant eyes fixating at the floor. She heard Leela laugh and moved towards it slowly, a humorous look of intense determination on her face.
When she finally got to the bar, Jenna found her friend. She was laughing and talking to a few other girls about doing Dante, the lead singer. Jenna scowled and moved away, taking a seat and ordering a beer. She was in a fowl mood now, disgusted with her friend. But she had known Leela all her life, so it wasn't like she could just drop her completely. Only came her to screw, god, why did I think anything else? she thought bitterly.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 23, 2010 3:17:25 GMT -5
Dante glanced over when someone sat a few bar stools down from him, mild surprise catching his gaze when he saw the woman he had been studying up on stage. He had tried to find a dark corner to sit in so no one would see him; especially not the group of women a few feet away, who were presently talking about fucking him. Not that he didn't appreciate it, he'd most likely screw them all, but everyone needed they're alone time.
He took a deep swig of his beer as he glanced back over at the woman. She didn't seem to be paying him the least bit of attention. Didn't she see him? Why wasn't she fawning all over him like all the other women did. Granted he was sititng in a dark corner but she still should have been able to see him, being so close. He watched as she ordered a beer before looking away.
He was surprised that she was even old enough to drink. She seemed so young, frail. The mere thought made him want to scoot down and sit beside her and make sure no drunken dumb ass tried anything. Which was incredibly odd. He wasn't a protective person. Not to people he had known for two years, and defiantly not to people he hadn't even met yet.
Irritated that she affected him so much, he found he needed to know her, at least a little, so he could know what it was about her that drew him.
And then kill it.
"How you doing?"
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Post by Milk on Jun 23, 2010 3:20:32 GMT -5
Jenna lifted her head and looked around. She looked in his direction, her milky eyes on his chest after a moment. "Um...I'm alright, I guess. I'm kinda mad at my friend to be honest," she answered. "And how are you?" she asked, not really knowing who was talking to her. The babbling of the nearby girls got quiet as curiosity fell over them.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 23, 2010 3:25:24 GMT -5
Dante felt his breath leave his lungs in a rush as she turned and faced him.
Could it be?....was she...blind? He instantly looked away, not wanting to be seen staring and then realizing that she couldn't even see him staring. He slowly lifted his head back up, studying her pale, unseeing eyes.
He was attracted to a blind woman? What the fuck?
Well, it wasn't like she was deformed or anything, he guessed that it wasn't that odd. But still. He didn't go for the fragile ones. And that's exactly how her eyes made her look. Weak. Maybe it was too judgmental of him, but he couldn't help it.
Just there mere thought of her seeming weaker than he had first thought made him angry. What would happen if a drunken man were to approach her? How would she protect herself? Not understanding the urge to protect her he stood from his stool and sat down directly beside her.
"Would that friend be the one that's presently staring at you with eyes the size of saucers?" He asked, taking a swig of his beer and ignoring her request for his name.
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Post by Milk on Jun 23, 2010 3:28:25 GMT -5
Jenna smiled and shrugged. "I don't know, I can't see her," she answered in a happy tone and took a drink from her beer. She joked about her blindness often. "I suppose she would be, I don't talk to guys a lot," she explained. "...Or you're someone from the band," she thought aloud and looked in his direction again. Her head tilted a bit to the side, curious. "Who are you exactly? My name's Jenna," she supplied, offering her hand.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 23, 2010 3:37:32 GMT -5
Dante almost choked on his beer as she commented on herself being blind. Way to go, dumbass. He thought to himself before looking at her as she offered her name. "Jenna? Well, guess you figured me out. I'm from the band." He said, staring down at her hand before taking it in his own, trying to ignore how soft it felt before glancing over at her friend. "And I think if you're friends eyes widen any more then they're going to fall from they're sockets."
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Post by Milk on Jun 23, 2010 3:43:22 GMT -5
Jenna chuckled. "I bet," she agreed and took a long drink from her beer, thinking for a moment. "So are you Dante?" Her eyes lifted again to his form, her expression calm. "I don't know the other band members' names, so I apologize if you're one of the other members. My friend isn't very informative so..." She shrugged. Jenna took another drink from her beer before setting it down. Her hands rested on the bar, tracing shapes into the wood. "She told me the lead singer was really attractive, but...I obviously don't know what that would mean," she explained with a sincere laugh. "I'm curious about what he looks like."
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 23, 2010 4:52:03 GMT -5
Dante couldn't help but grin. "Well she was right. He's very attractive. In fact I've actuallly heard women describe him; if I'm not mistaken it was something like: hair darker than a ravens wings, tan skinned, dark eyes that you can fall into and the body of a devil with the voice of an angel. Hmm, yep I think that's it." He said, his grin widening. "Must be nice, to be that good looking. I have to say I'm a little jealous."
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Post by Milk on Jun 23, 2010 11:02:13 GMT -5
Jenna was silent for a few moments, before she finished her beer. That description did nothing for her. "He sounds nice looking," she mumbled in a half-sincere tone; she still had no idea what he looked like. She knew that a raven was black, but how black? Tan, what color was that? What is the body of a devil and how dark is dark? Instead of asking these questions, she decided to just say he was good looking and move on. People usually got irritated with her when she got specific. "So I noticed you never told me who you were," she said. "Can I at least know what you play in the band, or are you a manager?" she asked, face staring down at the table.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 23, 2010 15:58:33 GMT -5
Dante stared down at her a long moment before it finally hit him. She would still have no idea what he looked like from his description. Irritation hit him suddenly. Was it because he couldn't work his sexual sway on her, or because he wanted her to know what he looked like, or more so simply know him. "How do you usually find out what a person looks like? Just by them telling you?"
((lol im trying to hint at the thingie blind people do with touching someone's face too see what they look like))
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Post by Milk on Jun 23, 2010 16:06:46 GMT -5
((i figured, lol))
"Well, if a person's okay with it, I usually touch their faces and get a feel for them," she answered. "If not, I...well, I ask a lot of questions, and that usually bothers people," she explained, swaying a bit in her stool before she turned her body to look at him. She had her hands in her lap. "So...If it's okay, can I ask lots of questions about what Dante looks like?" she asked, head tilting to the side. He still hadn't told her that he was Dante, nor who he was.
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