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[Liam Adam Pressler]

There was a certain sense of loneliness that accompanied a night at Labido. Mostly Liam slightly felt like a loser coming to a sex bar in order to pick up girls. But it was more than that. Liam enjoyed the honesty. He didn't want a relationship. He didn't want to take the cute girl at the coffee shop out to dinner. He wanted to fuck. And there was something fun about a building full of people that also just wanted to fuck. He didn't feel like that all the time. He wasn't a womanizer or a skirt chaser. But occasionally it got into his blood that he needed that adrenalin rush that only consensual sex with a total stranger could bring.

It was this condition that brought him to the club on this night. He leaned against the wall outside the door with a Newport between his lips. The minty smoke relaxed him and the nicotine mixed with the alcohol in his system augmenting the drunkenness. For most of the night he had just been checking out girls. He hadn't been interested in talking to any of them, it took a certain amount of "base drunk" for that. For now he was happen to just enjoy the atmosphere of pheromones. He was starting to feel like he was approaching that base drunk. He finished the cigarette and flicked it into the sidewalk, walking back inside to see what was going on.

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[CALI BELLA CORDOVA]

Cali readjusted the fabric of her black, skin tight Prada dress. She was regretting wearing it already but it had looked so perfect with her new black pumps that she couldn't go past it. Blond hair straightened and teased just the right amount to give off teh illusion that she'd literally just rolled out of a hot sex session, black smokey eye make up and clear gloss, the tall blonde was ready to shine. This was Cali Cordova we were talking about here, the girl only knew how to shine.

Attention was Cali's drug. Yes, sex was a close second but more than anything she loved to be watched and idolised. Hell, even if someone was bitching about her, they were still wasting their efforts on her and that amde her ecstatic. What did her mother used to tell her? Oh yes, no publicity was bad publicity. This evening was bound to be a good one. They always were for the twenty year old. Wherever she went, she'd keep herself and others entertained. Now, Labido wasn't the choide for a pretty little blonde in designer gear but Cali liked to shock. Sex wasn't hard for her to get. She certainly didn't need some club specifically for it but she did see a slight thrill in it. It'd most likely be full of desperate, drooling losers who couldn't get girls in real life. Either way, Cali was sure one look at her liegs and they'd all think they were in heaven. It was mean of her, it really was.

Even meaner? Cali wasn't even sure she had any intention of having sex with anyone there. The idea of driving men wild and teasing them seemed all too fun for her. Maybe if there was someone hot enough, she'd give into them but despite her constant want for sex, Cali wouldn't settle for just anyone. Looks definitely counted for something and ahving been her for a whole twenty minutes, Cali couldn't see too many that fit her requirements. Nursing a vodka mix drink in her hand, Cali's hazel eyes scanned the masses of people. All tired from dancing yet bubbling thanks to the alcohol they'd all practically inhaled. Speaking of inhaling, she could definitely use a smoke. Eyes landed on a young guy with just what she wanted. A cigarette.

Sauntering over and out the door, Cali flashed him a show stopping smile, bright eyes lighting up and lips spread int oa tight smile. "Hey" she called out loud enough for him to hear, "Do you mind if a have a drag?". Ofcourse he wouldn't. What guy would say no to her? What guy that was hanging out at Labido would say no to any girl? Just as the words left her mouth, he flicked his smoke away though and Cali was slightly dissappointed, "Or I guess not/" she laughed, turning back on her heels and walking inside infrotn of him. That was a waste ofh er time and now she needed to find something else to do.

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[Liam Adam Pressler]

Liam must have been drunker than he thought he was. He hadn't noticed the stunning blonde until she pushed past him into the club. He called after her. "Hang on there, honey!" He pulled his pack of Newports out of his pocket and shook them. "You want one? He took one out and put it between his lips, pulled out another and held it out to her.

He drank her in with his eyes. She wasn't the typical girl you would expect to find in a place like this. For one she was dressed way too nicely. Liam wasn't an expert but that dress that she had been poured into looked designer. Or something. He lit his own cigarette and then held out his lighter to her's. Liam was almost intimidated by this girl. He could tell just by looking that the self confidence she exuded went to the core. He smirked slightly taking a drag. He was jealous. He wished he could be that self assured all the time.

"So, Gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?" He spoke with exaggerated drama. Liam had been listening to unfortunate schmucks use lines like that on girls all night. The sad part was in a sleazy club like Labido, it usually worked. Liam supposed that was slightly hypocritical though, since it was for that exact same honesty that he had decided to come to the club tonight. He wondered why this bombshell of a blonde had decided to come. He again was struck that she didn't seem to be the regular type around the place. The usual type didn't dress like they were going out to a more expensive club. Here, people put less effort into their appearance. Still she was intriguing. He tried to give her his best boyish grin. "I'm Liam."

He couldn't help but check her out quickly. Hopefully she didn't mind. She didn't really seem like the type that would. A girl in this club, dressed like that, in those heels probably didn't mind attention from men at all. She had a nice figure. Curves and legs for days. Liam liked it. He returned his eyes to hers. She was slightly mysterious. A girl with her looks didn't need to come to a place like this to get laid. So what was she here for? Damn, what if she was just a tease? That kind of trick didn't sit well with Liam. He hated being led on. Still better not to judge a book by it's cover. Especially not such a hot book.

He took another drag from his cigarette. If he was going to be out here with her, might as well try to make conversation right? "So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Liam immediately felt like this was a slightly awkward question to ask. He wasn't quite sure what he meant by 'girl like you' but he had said it, no way to take it back now. He took another drag from his cigarette to cover his awkwardness.

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[CALI BELLA CORDOVA]

A devilish smirk graces Cali's perfected features as the young males voice called out eagerly. So maybe she'd give him a second chance. A little eagerness never hurt and Cali was in the mood for a cigarette. Turning slowly in her heels, Cali made sure the smirk had evaporated from her face and was replaced by one of indifference. Without even saying a word, the blonde took the cigarette delicately with manicured nails and held it to slightly puckered lips. Once again, she'd got what she wanted, even if it only was a small victory.

Crossing one arm across her body, she accepted his offer of a lighter, not having one herself ofcourse, and inhaled the smoke, feeling instantly relaxed. Now that she had what she wanted, Cali could quite easily have left but she felt she owed the guy atleast a little of her attention. Who knew? He could be very interesting and Cali was always looking out for new connections. Leaning against the cool brick wall, Cali let her body and her feet have a rest, ears snapping to attention at his corny excuse of a pickup line, keeping her face completely straight though. The exagerated tone in his voice suggested playfullness and Cali decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. His line was a joke, not a hopeless attempt at picking her up. Eyes travelled in his direction, "Probably just high out of your reach" she replied, a catty tone in her voice usually reserved for rivals, but followed by a cheeky grin.

Inahling and exhaling once more, Cali watched the young man as he seemed to watch her much more intensely. She was used to it. Cali had been attractive her entire life and by the time she twelve, she'd received nothing but praise and attention from the opposite sex. Ofcourse she didn't mind it, what else did she expect dressing how she did anyway? "Cali" she replied lightly, sticking her hand out delicately to shake his.

Eyes glanced over Liam quickly. He was cute, she'd give him that much. Cali adored the opposite sex. The fed her her attention fix and when you got a good one, they could give you hours of pleasure. They weren't good for much else though.
"A girl like me?" Cali questioned, raising an eyebrow, "And what exactly is a girl like me?". Bringing her drink to her lips, she washed her mouth out with the sting of vodka and happily finished it off, leaning down to place her glass on the ground. Someone else could pick it up later, that's what they were paid for. "I could ask the same of you anyway, couldn't I? Cali grinned.

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[Liam Adam Pressler]

She seemed a little aloof, but at least she joked back when he dropped the line. Liam completed his inspection of her and turned his attention else where. He either needed to get super drunk or super blitzed. 'Cause this night was starting to turn into a bust. Sure, this girl was super hot, but she seemed to have a bit of an attitude.

He shook her hand when she offered it. "Pleasure, Cali." Liam was no stranger to girls. He had been partying since he was thirteen. He had been with plenty, and learned enough to make his own judgments on women. Liam wondered if he wanted to jump through this girl's hoops for her approval. Her demeanor told him she played the game. And her looks told him she was probably an expert. Girls like this were either super chill or super un-chill. Time would tell which this girl was.

When she responded to his question he backtracked slightly. "Nothing, just, you know... Hot. You don't seem like a regular." The conversation seemed to be derailing. "Yeah, I'm not really used to coming here. I just don't have to hide my sleazy here." He grinned sarcastically. Liam took another drag of his cigarette. The nicotine wasn't really doing it for him anymore. If it had some bud in it... that would be a different story. He wondered if Cali smoked... There was one way to find out.

Liam flicked his cigarette into the gutter and pulled a joint out of his pocket. The slim cone was neatly folded. He held it up for her to see. "Tryna toke?" He lit it and took a drag. This was better than nicotine, especially with the alcohol in his system. He didn't really care if anyone came by and kicked him out of the club at this point, he just wanted to smoke.

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[CALI BELLA CORDOVA]

Cali Cordova was a pro when it came to the opposite sex. From and early age she'd had her father and every male figure in her life wrapped around her little finger and the skill had only developed over the years until the girl was practically a master. The requests changed over time from a bigger doll houes from her daddy to round of drinks for her friends or a huge discount on a hotel room from drolling males. As she got older, it wasn't just her skills of manipulation taht developed, it was also her entire body. Legs seemed to go on for days and she suddenly had curves and from the minute she did, Cali saw no harm in exploiting them.

Liam didn't seem the type to play games and that was slightly disappointing. Cali thrived on games and knowing she had the upper hand. Her judgment of people was usually pretty good but maybe she was wrong? Perhaps he wouldn't jump through hoops just because she told him to but she could certainly entice him to couldn't she? A little fun that night was just what she needed and lucky Liam was now her chosen target. A knowing smirk crossed the pretty blondes face momentarily as she listened to his reasoning. Hot. The word hardly meant that much to her anymore, she'd heard it so many times. Cali didn't need a constant reminder of how beautiful she was, that was what a mirror was for but it did mean one thing. When guys saw hot girls, it encouraged them to think with their dicks and not their ehads and they were so much easier to get your way with. Sometimes Cali really thought she should have been a guy. Sex too was one of her main focuses in life and she didn't care what anyone though. She was young and beautiful and there was nothing wrong with taking advantage of it.

Cali had to let out a tiny tinkle of a laugh at Liams honesty. Every guy that seemed to step through this door was sleazy, regardless of it they appeared it or not. Atleast Liam was honest about him and sheh ad to give him credit for his bluntness. "Well you don't seem that sleazy to me" Cali raised and eyebrow with a playful grin, "Yet, anyway. Or maybe I'm just not what you're here looking for" she shrugged. Ofcourse she didn't believe this. In Cali's head, she was what every straught male was looking for but this tactic of hers often worked. Guys didn't always like girls that were full of confidence so sometimes it was a smart move to play it down a little. Cali wasn't all that great at pulling it off however because she didn't believe a word of what she'd just said. Cali Cordova was everyones type.

The girl liked to party. If you were a regular on the party scene you knew her. Some got to party with her. Others watched from the side lines wishing they could. You see, yes, she was a bitch and half the population probably hated her but they still felt the need to be near her and please her and Cali loved it. Apparently she wasn't the only one that liked to party. Taking another drag of her smoke, Cali watched amused as Liam pulled out a joint. Getting buzzed at a club was usually something Cali frowned upone. That was to be saved for peoples houses or cars or parties, not somewhere you were meant to be dancing, hooking up and drinking till you dress came off. This was Labido though and as far as Cali could see, the etiquette standards were nowhere to be seen, so why not induldge just a little? Reaching out for the joint, she raised it to her lips, took a drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs, blew out, then repeated the process. Her head felt a tiny rush but nothing too severe. Handing the joint back to her new found little friends, Cali gave him a slight nod and a mischevious smile, "Well aren't you a generous guy?" Cali replied, "I wonder what other suprises you've got hiding". Running her hand through her hair, she crossed one long leg over the other as slowly as she could to draw attention to what she considered to be her nest feature.

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[Liam Adam Pressler]

Liam smiled when she laughed at his blunt honesty. Even her laugh was kind of sexy in a way. But maybe that was just the alcohol in his system. Alcohol tended to make everything kind of sexy through the beer goggles. He watched her take a drag of his jay. He smiled. A girl that toked was infinitely cooler than a girl that didn't. Who wanted a good girl anyway? She was definitely intriguing. If she was going to flirt with him, might as well flirt back. Maybe it would be fun to see what kind of games this girl wanted to play. At least for a night.

Liam smirked at her. "Maybe you'll find out how sleazy I am." He winked. She was definitely his type. No guy would turn down a girl this hot, even if she turned out to be the biggest bitch in the world. Sometimes looks really did make all the difference. At least it let people get away with a lot more. Cali seemed to know this pretty well. "What type are you?" He asked, trying to be flirtatious. Liam had picked up girls at bars before, picked up girls at parties, so it wasn't like he was some shy school boy stumbling over himself, even if this girl was intimidatingly pretty. He knew how to flirt and play the game. It was all about give and take.

He took his jay back from her when she had puffed it twice. She even had good weed etiquette. Impressive. Liam took another drag. The weed was helping him settle. It heightened his awareness of everything around him, yet seemed to speed everything up. He felt less drunk and more drunk at the same time. That twisted feeling of clarity yet the same sense that all of your senses were just slightly off. He was just at the perfect level now. His new-found clarity made him a little bit bolder. Weed had that effect on him. Since he was young when he first started smoking, the weed helped him settle, made him more confident.

"I try." He said, grinning. He was more than happy to share, especially with a pretty girl. For Liam smoking was as much about the social experience than it was about getting high. Smoking alone sucked. Smoking with friends or even with new acquaintances was much more fun. Then you weren't alone in your high. Once you started smoking alone, that's when you started having a problem. And Liam couldn't afford to start smoking his supply rather than selling it. So he kept a personal stash just for moments like this, to share with a hot girl at a club.

"Oh I'm full of surprises, girl." He smirked playfully at her. He watched her cross her legs. They were absolutely sexy. Long and lithe, and her skin was absolutely perfect. "You just might find out tonight." He scooted closer to her slightly and brushed that sexy leg with a hand, giving her another playful grin. The weed and the alcohol had mixed just perfectly to give him the courage to come on to the girl. Maybe she had played the game well after all, and had manipulated Liam's attention. It didn't matter, Liam was enjoying himself either way.

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