Post by Cryssalis on Dec 16, 2012 22:02:52 GMT -5
Roni made her way down the sidewalk, hands in her black pullover as she made her way towards work. She wasn't worried about the leering faces of men as she passed, her headphones pumping Sleeping With Sirens into her ears.
Once she reached the club where she DJ'd, The Night Owl, she was greeted at the door by Butch - the big, tough looking African American man who had more tattoos than even Roni did.
"Miss Roni." Butch said, smiling at the girl. Roni grinned, holding out her fist for a knuckle bump from the large man. "How's your day going today?"
Roni tugged out a headphone, shrugging, "Swell. Mind if I head in?" She nodded towards the entrance behind his bulk, and he graciously stepped out of her way.
Roni went inside where her best friend, Cathy (the bartender and owner of the club) greeted her. Cathy had wild, multi-colored dreads and exotic green eyes with tan skin and lip piercings. "Hey, man." Cathy said, leaning across the bar, which caused her shirt to ride up and expose her slender hips and her tattoo that went from her hip up to beneath her left breast, a spiraling mix of stars and other symbols.
"Hey, mind if I put my stuff behind the bar?" Roni asked, raising her brows. Cathy smirked.
"Come on over, babe." She replied, pushing the swing door open so Roni could slip in. Even though it was only seven, the dance floor was crowded and the stand-in DJ was playing some stupid club music. Roni made her own mash-ups for the dancers, and that's why (even at seventeen) she was popular here.
Stashing her jacket, iPod, and phone behind the bar, Roni exited the bar area and made her way through the crowd. She was wearing a torn up dark blue-gray shirt that rode just around her rib cage, hanging over her shoulder and revealing her intricate tattoo. Her pants were low-riders, revealing her dimples on the small of her back and her muscular abs. She wore her favorite combat boots on her feet, the laces untied at the top.
"Hey, kid, move on out." Roni teased as she climbed up into the DJ booth. The stand-in grinned and gave her a clap on the shoulder before vacating the area. Roni stopped the music and - even though the quick pause of no music upset the crowd - plugged in her headphones and set up her equipment. A laptop, turn tables, and a volume control board was all she used.
Soon the entire club was moving as one entity to a steady, fast beat accentuated by random voices, moans, and gasps coming from the speakers. Roni's mash-ups were out of the ordinary, but they were sexy, alluring, and easy to dance to as well. Roni leaned back, listening to the mash-up through her headset.
Once she reached the club where she DJ'd, The Night Owl, she was greeted at the door by Butch - the big, tough looking African American man who had more tattoos than even Roni did.
"Miss Roni." Butch said, smiling at the girl. Roni grinned, holding out her fist for a knuckle bump from the large man. "How's your day going today?"
Roni tugged out a headphone, shrugging, "Swell. Mind if I head in?" She nodded towards the entrance behind his bulk, and he graciously stepped out of her way.
Roni went inside where her best friend, Cathy (the bartender and owner of the club) greeted her. Cathy had wild, multi-colored dreads and exotic green eyes with tan skin and lip piercings. "Hey, man." Cathy said, leaning across the bar, which caused her shirt to ride up and expose her slender hips and her tattoo that went from her hip up to beneath her left breast, a spiraling mix of stars and other symbols.
"Hey, mind if I put my stuff behind the bar?" Roni asked, raising her brows. Cathy smirked.
"Come on over, babe." She replied, pushing the swing door open so Roni could slip in. Even though it was only seven, the dance floor was crowded and the stand-in DJ was playing some stupid club music. Roni made her own mash-ups for the dancers, and that's why (even at seventeen) she was popular here.
Stashing her jacket, iPod, and phone behind the bar, Roni exited the bar area and made her way through the crowd. She was wearing a torn up dark blue-gray shirt that rode just around her rib cage, hanging over her shoulder and revealing her intricate tattoo. Her pants were low-riders, revealing her dimples on the small of her back and her muscular abs. She wore her favorite combat boots on her feet, the laces untied at the top.
"Hey, kid, move on out." Roni teased as she climbed up into the DJ booth. The stand-in grinned and gave her a clap on the shoulder before vacating the area. Roni stopped the music and - even though the quick pause of no music upset the crowd - plugged in her headphones and set up her equipment. A laptop, turn tables, and a volume control board was all she used.
Soon the entire club was moving as one entity to a steady, fast beat accentuated by random voices, moans, and gasps coming from the speakers. Roni's mash-ups were out of the ordinary, but they were sexy, alluring, and easy to dance to as well. Roni leaned back, listening to the mash-up through her headset.