my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — a hand ran through the teenager's hair as she grinned at the bar-tender casually, "¡Uno mas!" she asked with a serene smile on her beautiful face. Jesse watched as the older man rolled his eyes, muttering quietly twenty-one my ass, kid needs to be in school. He was right, she was far from twenty one, but it didn't stop her from coming here today, needing a drink or two. She licked her lips, reaching out to take the drink (whiskey on ice), and sipping it, relishing in the familiar burn down her throat. Why bother with frilly little drinks, the italian preferred her drinks hard. She grinned, before pushing away from the bar when a new song came over the PA system, creating a delighted smile on the face of the teenager. She easily sashayed onto the dance floor, the gold bracelets on her left hand clinking softly, her heels chiming in as she winked at one of the more professional male dancers on the floor, crooking a finger. Instantly he moved towards her, a wicked grin on his face, offering a hand to her, and the moment she touched his hand the dance began. They swung in circles, dips, and twirls, fanciful techniques thrown in only once they realized the level their partner was at. As the song ended, she allowed him to keep dancing with her, smiling faintly at the attention that they were gaining, her years of competing professionally allowing her to keep up easily. It was almost like being able to be on the floor again, dancing with a partner, competing to see who had the most talent. By the time the third song ended though, she pulled away, "Gracias, chico." The italian and mexican bred dancer said, before turning away, smiling when she heard the familiar laugh of her body guard as he came up beside her at the bar, ordering himself a beer, "Soy muy bonita, y talentosa, no?" She asked her body guard, and uncle, Alec. He laughed, rolling his eyes, "Sí, Jesse, sí." He agreed, amused, before leaning against the bar, turning to watch the kids dancing. Jesse turned around, leaning lightly against her uncle's arm, "Tío Alec," He turned at his name, raising an eyebrow, "No bailas?" He grinned, shaking his head, "Tu eres talentosa, pero no balio." He said, sipping on his beer. Jesse rolled her eyes, before ordering a fruit smoothie, cutting herself off. As the drink was placed in her hand, she took a sip, enjoying the sweet, cool texture, "I think you'd like it if you just tried," Jesse said, switching to english with a faint accent that was somewhere between italian, and mexican. Her purely mexican uncle laughed with a roll of his, "I disagree." Jesse rolled her eyes but dropped the subject, resting against the bar with her uncle, relaxing.

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credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] ---Tiffany Alyssa Lang---

i'll keep you my--- In the short time Tiffany had been attending Cry Wolf High, she had already acquainted herself with some of the better clubs in town. It payed to make friends with the right sort of people (or in many parents' eyes, the wrong sort). Every weekend was spent in town and sometimes a few weekdays. Curfew was more of a suggestion than a rule. And, with a bit of magic, her fake ID was pretty convincing. Tonight was no different. She'd gotten together with a group of friends and they'd all headed into town together. Next thing they were all in D.B.A., chatting it up, drinking it up, and dancing it up. It was a night of pure, unadulterated fun. No one would be able to stop her from having a good time. Not teachers, not bar tenders, and certainly not idiotic men that didn't know how to respect her wishes. The witch never went anywhere without her wand and she wasn't shy about using magic in public. Of course, she knew better than to do anything extravagant. A memory charm or two wouldn't hurt though, especially when it came to getting what she wanted. "I'll be right back! I need another drink," she giggled, abandoning her girlfriends on the dance floor. With confidence Tiff sauntered over to the bar, hopping up on a seat and flashing the bartender a winning smile. "Can I get a Heineken?" Sliding him her fake ID she faced no more challenges than any twenty-one year old who happened to look one. Sure she was only sixteen, but with a bit of magic to change the date she had a pretty fool proof plan. Humans could be so easy to fool. "It's my birthday today." Who could deny such a pretty face on her "twenty-first birthday"? As long as the vampire a few feet away didn't recognize her from school and call her out, all would be perfect. ---dirty lil secret

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my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — Jesse grinned at her body guard, leaning against the counter, sipping a drink as she watched some of the others dance. She tapped her fingers along to the beat, swaying slightly as she did so. She giggled at some of the more drunk individuals, before glancing back at Alec, "I still think you should go dancing." She teased, laughing faintly at her uncle's glare before seeing before seeing a familiar witch from school walking up and ordering a drink, flashing a fake id, adding that it was her birthday. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for the bartender to come back with the girl's drink, before speaking up, "Put it on my tab, chico." She declared, smiling at the witch, "You're . . . . Tiffany, right?" She asked, smiling with her fangs, and looking up to order a bloody mary, and seeing the 'tender give her a certain look and come back with her drink, spiked with type O. She sipped it slowly, licking her lips, before looking back at the witch, and grins, "I'm Mickela Ricci, but everyone calls me Jesse." — She looked at Tiffany, taking another drink, before looking back at her body guard and rolls her eyes, "Oh, and this idiot who refuses to dance is my uncle, Alec." She added, causing her uncle to shoot her a dark look, before smiling again, "Guess I'm not the only one who likes to go out and find a place to get away with going out for a drink, huh?"

tagged: tiff/open | outfit: here | notes: next should be better.

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] ---Tiffany Alyssa Lang---

i'll keep you my--- Did someone just offer to pay for her drink? Tiff glanced around, blue eyes landing on the vampire she'd passed in school on more than one occasion. A little disappointed that it wasn't some cute guy willing to buy her whatever she wanted, she forced the pout off her face and managed to upturn her painted lips in a smile. Either way it was a free beer, right? And as long as she stuck with beer the night was still young (get some hard liquor in her and the girl would be wasted on two drinks tops). "I've got a reputation already?" Her brow arched, smiling morphing into a smirk. The fact that the older girl knew her name was both pleasant and surprising, especially when she couldn't return the favor. She had a bad habit of mentally assigning people nicknames that had something to do with a physical attribute and as such, names were rather difficult to remember. It was less surprising that she might already have a reputation though. After the very public incident in the dining hall with Renny and Nico, word traveled fast. Or maybe the vampire had been there at the time, an innocent bystander as food was flung and a certain shifter's claws came out. "Thanks for the drink, Jesse." Picking up the bottle, she held it up in a slight toast before taking a sip and letting out a slight "mmm." Now that was the good stuff. Turning in her chair slightly to survey the dance floor and hopefully spot her friends, the second introduction made her nearly choke on her drink. The last thing she wanted was beer coming out of her nose! Thankfully she managed to get it down with a few coughs before laughing, staring up at the big guy like he was the most entertaining thing she'd seen all night. "You brought your uncle to a bar? What happened, big guy? Couldn't get a real date?" Five bucks said back in the day he'd taken either his mom or his sister to the prom. ---dirty lil secret

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my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — Jesse offered the girl a half amused smile when she looked around to see who'd just paid for her drink, shrugging as if it was no big deal, a faint grin on her face, a tip of one fang flashing in the strobe-like lights going on. She brushed a hand through her thick hair, nodding with a laugh as the girl asked about her reputation, "I heard you made a shifter go ape. didn't hear the story behind it, but that there was a major food fiasco. I don't eat the cafeteria's crap - so I didn't see it go down," The half latina half italian vampire declared, a hand on her hip as she watched the dance floor, shrugging at the thanks, "No problema, es nada." She responded with a shrug, before grinning when the girl chocked and took a jab at her uncle who narrowed his eyes in response. — She giggled shaking her head, "Oh, no, no. mi tío es muy talentosa para las senoritas. He just has to occumpany me when I go into town. He's the head of my guard, and my daddy doesn't like me to be in town with out a few body guard present so I made him tag along so I could go party." She explained with a laugh, smiling delicately, at her uncle. Alec narrowed his eyes as she added, "Tío, maybe you should go find one of the other guys. Hablas para ellos. If I need anything, I'll text you." She asked sweetly, eyeing her uncle until he huffed and walked away muttering in spanish. She grinned at Tiff shrugging her shoulders as if to say 'family, what can you do?'

tagged: tiff | outfit: here | notes: nada

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.