``nathan||it's a careless whisper !

[livv renee lior]

[/color]” She said without hesitation, the bartender walking away to make her order. Livv was the girl who ordered something feminine in the beginning, once she began ... she didn't stop until she was passed out on her bed. things have to pick up tonight She thought as the man set the drink before her, winking sweetly before walking to a few girls clad in what could only be considered colored plastic wrap that they'd twirled in until it covered from their breasts to their asses. Shaking her head before taking a sip, Livv smirked at the girl's. Feeling as superior as she had been raised to feel. “Excuse me, when is this release party supposed to start?” Livv questioned the handsome bartender, sipping at her drink after she spoke.

The crowd became larger, strangers filtered around her meeting up with more strangers that they were familiar with. Livv continued to sit at the bar, her legs crossed sensually while her pillow-like lips wrapped around the rim of the glass. Her eyes scanned the crowd, the entrance more than anything else. She wanted to approach someone that struck her fancy, or at least catch their eye. Something interesting had to happen tonight, one more night of unpacking and the twenty year old was sure she would go absolutely insane. [/ul]
notes! ack. awful starter. sorry.
lyrics! idk
word-count! four hundred and twenty eight
outfit! c l i c k !
tagged! nathan jay grimm
status! complete[/size]

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[nathan jay grimm]

dust the apple off, savor each bite
and deep inside you know adam was right

The day hadn't been very busy, most of it was spent crunched over a table sketching out some drawings, colouring in a few of them and then scraping some if satisfaction was not achieved. Of course the odd customer came in for a tattoo, some really interesting requests, others simple and quick. Of course usually those simple and quick tattoos were for the girls, and sometimes it drove Nathan a little mad waiting for them to psyche themselves up for a tiny cat scratch that would last hardly five minutes. It was all worth it in the end when they'd look in the mirror and smile, before giving Nathan a hug, peck on the cheek and then a little flirtacious five minutes before leaving. It wasn't like that with the guys obviously! With them it was, job done and a hand shake.

The big pro about being a tattoo artist was that you controlled your own hours, and the shop rarely opened before ten in the morning, so going out for the night was no problem. Being a confident social butterfly, Nathan knew quite a handful of friends so whenever there was a party, word would go around, people inviting people, friends of friends and so on. Eventually word would get to Nathan and he'd be invited, because it seemed his apperance was enough alone to make him everyone's friend. Someone completely different compared to most of the people in the area, however, it was easy to see that Nathan was a babe magnet with his body shape and tattoos, so naturally guys would want to hang with him because he was "the man" and attracted the chicks which later on would allow them to talk with their selected girl.

A huge gang of them managed to meet up by the tattoo studio just as Nathan was locking up. There were about five girls, and six guys including Nathan. They all walked down the street and along the various sidewalks to get to the club they enjoyed most; Ampersand. It was laid back and more relaxed than the rest, and for one thing they didn't pry on Nathan thinking he was troublemaker. After waiting a couple of minutes to enter, the gang walked in and made their way to the bar once everyone was together. They all bought their drinks whilst two of the girls went to go find their usual spot, a table practically in the middle of the club with one large and very comfortable leather couch surrounding the table in a semi circle. Nathan had to wait the longest for his drink. The bartender had only managed to drain a single whiskey before needing to change the empty bottle for a new one, which took some time. Hanging bottles up on a wall was a tricky process, especially if the pin was dodgy.

Eventually Nathan was served his whiskey and coke with ice. He paid and received his change. A perfect example of babe magnet hit him right there as a group of girls, four at least started to comment on his visible tattoos. See, Nathan was only wearing a simple but smart tee shirt, with jeans, a belt to hold them in place, and a pair of smart shoes. So the tattoos on his arms, were visible. Good thing he wasn't wearing shorts or else he'd be a there for a while. He didn't mind being pulled aside for a few moments for his body art to be admired; it was an unnatural thing, being covered in different colours. Some of his friends raised their eyebrows and gave him a cheeky smirk with a thumbs up.

They knew Nathan was a charmer, and if he worked it usually he was successful at bagging a girl, or two, for the night - but he always remained a gentleman and that's what his friends figured made him so irrestiable to the ladies. As much as they tried it never seemed to work as well as Nathan made it, or look as easy. Finally able to walk away and return to his friends, Nathan zig zaged through the crowd to get to his table, putting down his drink and sitting on the end of the couch next to one of the girls. Now it was time for him to relax, but just as he got comfortable, the girls wanted to get up and dance, so out he shimmied to let them go, walking to the balcony where he watched them walk down the stairs to the dancefloor. It was crowded, absolutely jam packed, so it was clear Nathan wasn't going to go anywhere near it tonight.

He sipped his drink as he watched the girls, and then a few strangers who were also dancing, watching some attractive girls in some pretty dresses and then looking at the girls who were just unnattractive due to their sense of style; a dress practically up their arse crack, and pulled so far down to reveal their clevage it was almost gut renching, although it was a clear indication they had a good set of puppies, the lack of self respect put most men off. Nathan shook his head as he took a sip of his drink, listening to his mate comment on the slags that could have come out in their underwear and it would have made no difference to their choice of outfit, seeing as they were practically spilling out and revealing flesh that strictly for the bedroom and not a nightclub.

The subject however, quickly turned to the rumours of the latest LaLaurie family returning to the town and moving into the old house. God knows how a conversation changed from sluts to that legend but it did and the guys wern't even tipsy yet! Really? They've got some guts, don't you think? Nathan replied as his friend nodded. I think it's sick what they did. I mean, I know it was considered normal in those days but, the extent they took it to was stupid. In a way I'm sure some people think they deserve their fate. Nathan's friend agreed and went on again about it, before mentioning the Fairchild family, which made Nathan's eyes widen a little. Oh man, yeah. I wonder how they're gonna feel about two; is it two?; two LaLaurie coming back he spoke.

this post is closed and tagged for liv lior only. nathan is dressed tonight in the following garments and the lyrics are credited to avenged sevenfold