`lets not get selfish;; OPEN

[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

lets get those teen hearts beating faster, faster ~ !
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Amore was pretty sure he looked a lot like a penguin. Everything he had on was black and white, or at least black. Tonight was going to go to The Secret. It was the hottest club that Amore had been too since he started coming to Winterthorne, and the bartenders didn't really ask for I.D. In short, it was heaven. And though Amore liked what he was wear, he was starting to wonder if maybe he should have thrown a bit more color into it. Amore didn't have his license yet, he planned to get them soon but he still had to practice a little more, so his ride to the club was the most trust worthy transportation of all time: His Feet. Honestly the boy hoped he would get a ride home from the club, preferably by someone hot; but he wasn't afraid to walk back to campus alone. Amore bit at one of his snake bites (they were locks today, in case you were wondering) out of habit. Honestly, Amore just wanted to get there and get some vodka shots, dance his ass off and then go back to the campus. Like stated earlier, maybe even hook up with someone. In short, he was just going there to have a good time. The only thing super rare about this night was the fact Amore was going completely sober. He hadn't drank anything, snorted anything or smoked anything since the day before. It had almost killed him to do so, but he wanted to go to the club with a fresh, clear mind.

Finally the club was in site, and a small smirk spread over the boys face. The only make up he had on (like normal, considering he didn't really wear make up) was eyeliner. It was behind his glasses. Oh yeah, Amore wasn't wearing contacts today, so his real eye color was showing. Moving quickly across the street, he joined the line and waited for his turn to see the bouncer. Instead of an I.D. like some people had to show, Amore was one of the smarter people. Instead, he just pulled out a fifty and was allowed in. It was great how corrupted some people were, that they would do anything for greed. Like let a sixteen year old teen into a club that you should at least be eighteen to get into. But oh well, Amore was fighting for world peace, not world boredom. He wasn't going to complain.

Once in the club, Amore went straight to the bar. It was better to get toasted before you started to dance then the other way around. "Two shots of vodka, please." The bartender didn't even think twice about refusing to serve the underage minor, he just made the shots and slid them over. Amore paid the man a little extra and then knocked back the two shots rather quickly. A light weight he definitely was not. Green eyes scanned the room from behind lenses as Amore tried to find someone interesting to talk too. Amore was still sitting that the booth, debating whether he should go dance or not. He decided he would wait a few more minutes before going out there. "Bartender," Amore said, waving the man down, "may I have a white Russian?" Amore smiled and the man began to make the drink. Amore would at least be wasted by the end of the night. When the drink was set in front of him, Amore picked it up and took a sip of it. As the song continued to play, Amore couldn't help but to sway with the music. Amore would have to go find someone to dance with sooner or later. Sitting down all night at the bar just didn't seem like an attractive idea.

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[JACKSON SALES]

I T S C L O S I N G T I M E
and i know who i want to take me home

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Jackson both loved and hated to tend the bar some nights. There were nights where every girl in the room hit on him, skirts hitched up too far and chests popping out of the material they called shirts. But then again, there were the night where everything was so electric, the people and the music and the alcohol mixing together in a way that screamed harmony. Tonight was one of those nights. The tips were flying, and not just because he was forced into singing a night early because the band the club had book was a no-show. The crowd noticed his appearance and literally chanted his name until his ass was onstage. To be honest, he was somewhat of a legend in these parts. People would venture out just to hear him sing every week, with was both flattering and odd. Of course, being an attention whore like his best friend, he loved it, and it only added fuel to the fire while he was on stage.

But that had been an hour ago, and the beat from the DJ was causing pandemonium. Jackson knew he didn't have to work that long this very night, but figured he would work until whenever, considering he had nothing better to do. His tips were astronomical, mostly from woman, but the few guys were trying to show them up, leaving outrageous amounts of money for him, along with phone numbers. When Jackson was behind the bar, he was a different person from the regular Jackson. He was lively, energetic, a smile always plastered on his face. Rarely did he drink while he was working, but tonight he took a few shots to get himself loose, so he could enjoy the night along with the many people in the club. And by the looks of it, the bouncer was still letting people in. The club wasn't extremely packed, per say, but he could see from his spot that it was rather difficult to get from the dance floor to the bar. Which, of course, when people made it, ordered the first thing that came to their mind. Usually, it was something not difficult to make, but Jackson could play his cards right, add something extra, and get tipped better for it. He'd been working at the bar for almost two years now, and there was hardly ever a dull moment. Hell, how could there ever be a dull moment in a damn bar? Exactly.

He had just seen a piece of eye candy float to the bar, and was going to take his order before a girl, who didn't look a day over fourteen grabbed his arm and demanded the most outrageous drink. It was all too obvious she'd looked the drink up online, because normally people went for the basics. He sighed, mixing up her drink and giving it to her, receiving a fair tip to which he smirked at. Eye candy had ordered two shots of what looked to be like vodka, but he was not sure. Their vodka supply was somewhat low, thanks in part to Jackson kicking a crate over in his argument with his best friend. Oops.

Jackson sauntered over to eye candy, watching as he turned around to order something else. His eyebrow raised at the choice. "Bold choice," he told the eye candy, determined to call him that until he actually learned the kids name. He looked interesting, and ready to have a good time. Obviously, he had come to the right place. Jackson handed over the drink, adding a bit of Jackson-flavor to it. It was his way of flirting while behind the bar, and usually, it was a hit. He'd seen the kid all of two seconds and was already interested, which never happened. Jackson smirked, showing his charm, the arrogance from when he performed on stage still showing. "Can I get you anything else?" He leaned closer, watching eye candy sway to the music that just happened to be his song. The boss wanted to be able to play his music when Jackson wasn't there, and said he'd pay him an extra amount to whip up a CD. Totally worth the money.

Jackson kept his position, somewhat close and somewhat far from eye candy. The bar was still busy, but with nearly everyone working, he could afford a little flirting time.


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[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

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Amore spotted a girl farther away on the dance floor who seemed to be having a good time. She wasn't very attractive, but Amore decided that if he got desperate for someone to dance with, it would be her. But when Amore actually looked at the man taking his order, he realized he was pretty damn hot. Not one of those scary bartenders that should be walking around with an eye patch trying to make young teens walk the plank. Amore was definitely glad that he ordered another drink now instead of going off and dancing; of course he was still going to go dance sometime tonight. "I like strong things," Amore replied simply. He tried not to get all giddy over cute people, sometimes clingy people were just annoying. Amore liked the taste of the white Russian. There was something different, but a good kind of different. Amore smirked after the taste, swirling the glass around a little while looking up to the bartender. "You make a killer white Russian." Amore mused, taking another sip from the glass. If he kept getting drinks like that, he really would be wasted in no time. The bartender smirked, and something about it made Amore want to start panting. Luckily he didn't. When he leaned closer, Amore could see his face better. "Yeah. Definitely cute." Amore thought to himself. This time, it was his turn to smirk and playfully lean away.

Biting at one of his snake bites again, Amore pretended he had to think really hard on if he needed anything else."I don't know, you seem to be really busy tonight..." Amore trailed off, looking at the other customers. He honestly didn't want the boy to leave, but he wasn't going to seem desperate. Finally he thought up something that didn't seem desperate. "However, I would love to know the name of the maker of this fine drink, if that isn't a bother?" Amore took a larger swallow from the drink this time, letting is slowly go down his throat. It was seriously delicious. Amore hadn't stopped kind of swaying the music, it slowed down a bit though. Amore wondered if the bartender was a dancer. Well, not professionally, but if he liked dancing. Some guys were weird and didn't, those were the guys Amore tried to steer clear of. He was a dancer, he liked dancing. Again, not professionally, but at clubs and what not. You met a lot of cute and interesting people that way. Amore made sure that he didn't look disinterested while he let his thoughts wonder away from what was going on. He didn't want to loose the other boy's attention because his mind tended to go it's own direction. Amore was trying not to guzzle the drink, but he alcohol was his thing. Well, that and pot.

Speaking of pot, Amore thought. He was starting to get a craving for it. It wasn't any secret to anyone that knew him, or at least heard of him, that he was a giant pot head. Amore was fighting back the urge to ask the bartender if he knew anyone around here that would have some handy. Sure, he could go outside and grow it, but he didn't feel like spending another fifty getting back in. "This might seem, well, random," Amore began, leaning in a little as well before continuing, "Do you know if anyone here deals pot?" Luckily Amore didn't get nervous or embarrassed easily, or else he would probably be blushing like a retard right now.

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Notes: Forgive me for the short post >__> the next one should be better.

[JACKSON SALES]

I T S C L O S I N G T I M E
and i know who i want to take me home

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Jackson always admired people who believed in going big or going home. And sure, maybe he should admire himself as well, but Jackson was not the arrogant asshole people pegged him to be all the time. He could be a shy demon, too. Which is what Jackson assumed this eye candy was, just by looking at him. No matter the type of demon, the aura could be read right off the bat. It was how little Jackson met up with Ezra, not only because they were a kick ass duo, but they shared a common trait, even though only one of them used it more often that the other one. And by the look of eye candy, he was obviously interested in Jackson. Score.

"You like strong things, eh? That's lightweight compared to some shit I've seen people order," Jackson told him, not mentioning that he had drank everything ever made at the bar, more than once. Not because he couldn't get drunk, but so he could warn people of how fatal some mixes could be. Normally, people would ask their two favorite things would be mixed together, and sure, they were fine apart, but people didn't understand how awful they were together. But, Jackson would do as asked, always providing a glass of water too, and every time, it never failed that people would drink it. Call it instinct, Jackson calls it people being too stupid to know their alcohol. Which, sadly, was most people that entered the club. Most of the veterans who came in knew what the bartenders knew, and for that, Jackson was thankful.

Jackson smirked again at eye candy, tipping his head in a sign of thanks. "Not too often someone requests that. I'm a little rusty," he admitted, handing over napkins to the semi-drunk girl who spilled her drink on her when she went to take a drink. He smiled at her before turning his attention back to eye candy. He waved a hand, signalizing a dismissal at his statement. "Not even supposed to work tonight. Well, I wasn't supposed to sing, but they made me. That track you're sway to," he added, just to brag. "Yours truly." He waited until the song finished exactly five second later, the DJ pointing to him, announcing, "That was your own wonderful bartender, Mister Jackson Sales! Ladies, and gents, tip him well!" The DJ winked at him and Jackson laughed, looking back at eye candy. "Nice to meet you," he added, smirking even more.

He leaned forward to answer his next question, which eye candy seemed apprehensive to answer. Lips dangerously close to the kids ear, he made himself heard over the new music, but still quiet enough to not be heard to the same semi-drunk girl who was peering up at the board behind Jackson, figuring out what to order. "He's upstairs. Surrounded by his little gang. Not usually someone you want to mess with. Wait until the end of the night, right before we close up, then head up there. You'll get it cheaper and with less hassle." Pulling back, he eyed the boy before smiling, turning to take the girl's order. Even she didn't understand the meaning of taking it easy, and he handed her a water too, ignoring her glance but not showing his amusement when she gulped it down soon after. Typical. "So," he asked, "Do I get a name, if it isn't a bother." Sure, he was flirting, but he was also testing the kid. A little fun never hurt anyone, correct? Yes!



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[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

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Amore pouted in a rather playful way, taking another swallow from his drink. "Well then," Amore said, running his tongue over his bottom lip to get the taste of the white Russian from it... and to tease, of course. "Next time I'll make sure to ask you for a heavyweight drink. Don't wanna look like I can't handle something... rough." Amore's pout had went away before the word 'rough' and was replaced by a smirk. Amore found himself wanting to intrigue this bartender. It wasn't exactly an unusual feeling, Amore liked to be intriguing, but he really wanted to be for this particular dude tonight. Silently, and barely being noticed even by himself, Amore made a promise to get into this guys bed before the week was up. Amore did wonder, however, if this guy was actually flirting or just trying to sell a couple of drinks by tagging the guy alone at the bar. Amore hoped for the first. He didn't want to get his hopes up and then crash miserably. Sorrow was a look that Amore didn't look good in, and possible one of the only things in the world that he would actually admit to hating. "The only thing wrong with some strong drinks is that they taste horrible. You can't just mix things together, it's an art. A skill," Amore drank from his glass again, "I bet your a man of many skills." That was a 'take it how you want to' compliment. Amore knew how to flirt, some people even considered him a whore for his lack of forcing commitment on people. He just believed in free love. If sex was such a bad thing, then these parents who preached against it wouldn't have kids.

Amore watched as Jackson handed some napkins to a girl. She held Amore's attention for a second as he wondered how someone could be such a sloppy drunk. Even when he was buzzed he at least could keep his drink in the glass it came in. But as soon as the other boy started talking, Amore's attention was turned back on him. Amore listened as he drank some more, his wish to not guzzle the drink was gone out the window in eagerness to try a heavyweight drink. It wasn't like he'd get too buzzed from some shots and one drink; he had been drinking for a while. But what the bartender had to say, truly surprised Amore. He was a singer? That made him even more attractive. I guess you could say Amore had a thing for musicians, especially the ones that actually had talent. And being he had been swaying to the song since it had come on, Amore knew this boy could sing. Jackson Sales. Sounded eerily familiar. "Damn. Looks like you're a man of many talents." Amore said, returning the smirk. Amore kept thinking over the name, trying to place it to where he had heard it before. It didn't take long before it had clicked. Jackson was another student at Winterthorne. Of course Amore wasn't going to mention that just yet. No real point to. "Mm, pleasure is all mine." He had been saying that a lot recently.. but this time Amore added in a slight flirtatious tone to it that he had been using pretty much the entire night. The last time was with Kjara, where he was stoned off his ass.

Jackson had leaned closer as well, and Amore held his breath. Amore could feel Jackson's breath on his ear, making him closed his eyes and fight back a shiver. It was hard to pay attention to what Jackson was saying, but some how the little hippie demon managed to do it. Amore was patient, but there was no way he was going to go talk to some scary guy with a gang just for some pot. He'd just grow some when he got out of the club and smoke it then. Amore fought open his eyes when the bartender pulled away. Once Jackson had turned away from him, Amore allowed himself to give a small shiver that he had been trying to fight. His ears were possibly the most sensitive thing he had, worst then his neck. Amore slowly let out the breath of air he had been holding, glad that the pot hadn't deteriorated his lungs so he wasn't gasping for air. "Thanks. I think I'll just grow some outside." Amore said, mainly to himself since Jackson, like said, was busy. Amore looked off to the side, looking at the dance floor and trying to spot a back up plan in case Jackson was just selling drinks. Unfortunately, none matched up to him tonight. Hearing him talk, Amore turned back around with an eyebrow raised. "Eh, no DJ's will be announcing me, so sure," Amore said, smirking. "Amore, at your service." replied the younger demon boy as he finished his drink, finally.

"So, along with singing and making incredible drinks, is dancing a talent you have?" Amore asked, looking over his shoulder to the dance floor. Amore was damn determined to get out there before this placed closed down. He just hoped Jackson would be with him. He wouldn't mind waiting till he got a break from work of course, even if he wasn't supposed to be working. Amore never had a job, but that was probably going to change as soon as he found a cool one.

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[JACKSON SALES]

I T S C L O S I N G T I M E
and i know who i want to take me home

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Oh lord. The kid was a charmer, that was plainly obvious. Jackson raised his eyebrow at the comment, something below starting to stir in interest. "Oh, never. Whimps are not meant for the bar." What was bad is that those were the people who hovered the bar in interest, ordering the drinks they look up online and spend most of their time in the bathroom either at the club or at home, or sometimes outside puking their guts up. Those were the people Jackson usually made fun of. Sometimes his best friend was one of those people, to which Jackson would save the laughs for when he was sober or hungover, usually the later, where Jackson would tell him all the embarrassing things he did the night before. What was better was that Jackson could really never get drunk. And if he did, depending on the alcohol, it was for the most two hours tops. He always remembered the previous night, remembered what he and everyone else did, and usually was the person to drive people around. Damn regeneration.

Not that it was a bad thing. It was why Jackson could look someone in the eye and tell them he knew the bar the best, knew every drink they served, including mixed. It was why the owner was considering making him manager, regardless of the fact he was still in school. Jackson smirked. "I am a man of many talents," he told eye candy, raising an eyebrow at the intended double meaning. "Worked here since I was sixteen. Pretty much know everything there is to know about this place," he added, still a smile plastered on his face. And sure, he was trying to please, but honestly, eye candy was practically having eye sex with him. Who would not? Hmm? Exactly.

He waved again to the 'fans' still cheering for him, looking again at the DJ who bumped a new track. Smiling, he looked over at his newest fan, shrugging. "It's an art." Simply stated, he left it at that. Looking around at the various people, he turned to look at the door, where the bouncer had finally stopped letting people in. Turning again, he saw familiar faces from the castle, smirking in their direction when they waved. He was no mister popular, people just liked to brag they knew him. Jackson knew who was loyal to him, he knew who his friends were, and he did not mess with anything really other than that. He was a man of simple terms. Looking back at eye candy, he sure as hell hoped he could trust him. He seemed worth it.

He ignored the pot comment, because, really, it was no big deal. He'd done it plenty of times, but nothing really happened. The feeling stayed for a few seconds before leaving him. Besides, people were funny as fuck when they were high. Jackson had many pictures of his friends and peers getting high at the random parties they always had. He did not ignore the other comments, however. "Poor thing. I could get him to if it'd please you," he told him, smirking. Finally, eye candy had a name, but to be quite honest, eye candy was more fitting. His eyebrow raised. "My service, eh? I might take you up on that," he added, a twinkle in his eye.

The DJ was playing all sorts of music tonight, but everyone seemed to be into it. Bodies were weaving in and out, from the floor to the bar to the DJ stand to everywhere else. They were packed tonight, like usual, which always meant getting paid more. Besides, Jackson was technically into overtime, considering the boss only wanted him in tonight to sing. But, with the flow of people entering even after he was done, he gave Jackson a pleading look and of course Jackson accepted, always liking the extra money. Plus, this was going to be a lot of extra money, with his performance and all. It was a good night for sure.

Oh, dancing? "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," he told eye candy, shrugging in the double meaning. "I have been told my hips don't lie, though," he added, smirking as he smiled at the man who came up along side eye candy to get a refill. Fifteen seconds later he was looking eye candy in the eye again. "Why, you have plans I need to be informed of?"



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[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

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The music was hot, the people were exceptionally good looking (all though Amore was really just looking for back up plans) and it was possible that he was going to be in for night of fun. Not that Amore didn't have fun almost every night he went clubbing-- and he almost went clubbing every night, but Amore had a few off nights were the people were just kind of... well, scary. The boy was an easy scare, fainting if he got overwhelmed by violence. Luckily he hadn't fainted any time recently. Except when Hera some how got out of her kennel and chased him down the hall (he was in mouse form). "Then I'll definitely have to prove I'm not a wimp. Wouldn't want to leave. The view is too good from here." Amore took this chance to move his eyes up and down the bartender. He wasn't exactly short.. OK, so he was smaller then most guys; he was still taller then most girls. But the point was, he was sitting on a stool and could almost see over the counter. But he could only see to right about the other boys waist. What he wanted to see was a little lower, but whatever. Amore's eyes were back on his face. A small smirk was tugging at Amore's face. Part of him kind of wished he had brought a pair of contacts with him. The glasses could get annoying when you were used to only wearing them at night before bed. But Amore's mind was wondering off from the topic he wanted it to stay on: The cute bartender. Sounded like the name of a porno..

Amore fought off the urge to bite at his snake bite. It was a flirting habit, hell, a habit period. But this time he didn't, instead he just made a small smile, showing his teeth off a bit. Listening to him talk about how long he worked here, he couldn't help the next few words that tumbled out of his mouth. Not that he was really holding back anything right now. "Experience is always a plus. No one wants an amateur." Ahh, all the double meanings was starting to make Amore wonder what he was talking about. Sometimes he wished he could be one of those super cool guys that just walked in a room, pointed at someone and said 'fuck me' and they complied. But, flirting was too fun to give up; so Amore decided he wasn't going to go the douche bag way. Besides, those guys were only like that because no one ever really loved him. This way he was at least liked instead of just fucked. Amore wouldn't trade his friends in for the world, even if it meant getting laid non-stop. Yes, Amore was a bit of a sex addict. Who wasn't at Winterthorne? Amore didn't only think about sex. He also thought about loving people in a nonphysical way, being friends with people and making people happy. But some people were made happy by the act of love, so he would continue doing it.

Amore scrunched his nose up a bit as if he was considering taking Jackson up on the offer of having the DJ announce him. Then shook his head, pulling a smile back onto his face. "Naw, no thanks. I'll stick to only you knowing my name. That's enough to please me." Amore was pretty sure some other people here knew him as well. He had been at Winterthorne for at least a year already, and had friends. But he wasn't going to start looking for people right now. Maybe later, if his plans fell through. Amore heard his comment and smirked. Amore wanted to say "I'll be waiting," but that would be just a bit to blunt for his style. Instead, he decided to take the rather shy route. He bit at his snakebite again and blushed lightly. He looked down at Jackson's hands for no real reason. His eyes were there, but his mind wasn't. "I might just enjoy that," it was in a low tone but not too low. It was a club, you had to be kind of loud at those things. Amore wasn't exactly blushing for reason, he could blush on control. It just seemed to fit the time. Amore's eyes traveled slowly back up to look back at Jackson. He noticed the twinkle in his eye, probably put there by a thought. Not that he could say much. Amore hadn't stopped thinking since the bartender had started to talk.

Amore listened to Jackson as he talked about his hips not lying. It was a smooth line, and Amore was actually drawn in by it more. But, for the first time tonight, he honestly didn't have a sexy little comeback for it. He decided to just sit quiet as a man walked up for a refill. Which was cool enough, it gave him time to gather his thoughts or whether or not he wanted to try for another drink first or go dancing. When the man was gone, practically as soon as he had arrived, Amore found himself looking back into Jackson's eyes. Amore figured he better try and word his answer properly. He didn't want too ruin the most critical part of asking someone to dance... the actual asking. Amore let his hand move from his own personal bubble to over to Jackson's, using his index finger to draw a random invisible pattern on his hand as he spoke. "I was just hoping to get you from behind the counter sometime tonight," Amore said, a small smirk on his face. His heart was silently beating faster, waiting for the answer.

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Notes: so the blushing thing was simply me being half asleep and too lazy to rewrite so it was more in character xD forgive me.