ya i'm a rockstar, so what? [open]

[STAR JACE O'HARA]

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[/i] She smiled softly, blushing a little bit. Start me off with an absolut bull right now, eh? Make it an open tab will ya? I'll be sure to tip you at the end of the night, don't worry. She flashed him another wink and a smile and got to work on the drink once he brought it to her. The blonde turned and watched the dancing crowd for a bit as they danced up and down. Butterflies swirled in her stomach. She loved this atmosphere. It gave her an adrenaline rush and she loved every minute of it.
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[alex]

Alexandrite twisted in front of the mirror, eying the outfit with his custom, critical expression. The crop top leather jacket exposed a few inches of his pale, milky white stomach, the low-rider jeans only exposing a touch of hip. He'd been called stereotypical gay more times than he could count. Didn't care anymore now than he had then. His black onyx and hematite choker, single feather earring, silver bangles and belly piercing completed his look. The singer grinned, turning on heel to grab his keys, his boots clicking against the floor as he walked out. Alexandrite paused at the door, giving the black Labrador puppy on his bed a stern look, it just stared at him with its usual, all to innocent look, and suddenly he was glad it hated the taste of perfume, it was probably the only thing that kept it away from his clothes and shoes. Alexandrite slid into the seat of the Ferrari P4/5, the engine purring as he turned the key. He loved the snarl of the engine the moment he pressed on the gas, like a angry animal, representing power and speed.


The radio shut off as the engine went quiet, the lights flashed through the windows of then Nightclub, multicolored and electrifying. It was all part of the mood. Alexandrite smiled crookedly as he pushed open the door, pressing the button the remote lock, pausing to listen to the confirming beep before he stepped in. A car like that, all but in a spot light where it was parked in the reserved staff area, was all too tempting to risk. The singer weaved through the crowd easily, nodding at the bouncer that looked at him from the front door. Alexandrite was typically a eye-catcher, with a slender build, pale delicate skin, glasz eyes and a small stature of only 5'1, but after the first time of watching someone get mauled by the new bouncer, no one was going to mess with him. Whoever the guy who had helped him out was, he packed quite a punch. Alexandrite grinned at the thought as he finally escaped the dancing crowd.

"Hey. Alex, mind taking over for me?" Alexandrite rolled his eyes as he approached the counter, that certainly hadn't taken long. "Its Alexandrite, crétin," the singer ignored the confused look from the person he was insulting, taking his place behind the counter as he walked off, still confused, to restock the stores. "Bonjour madame," Alexandrite kept the greeting brief as he focused on the crowd, his glasz eyes flickering as he tracked the ones that hadn't ordered in a while, only a few seconds passing before he decided that it would be a while before they ordered again. Alexandrite wasn't entirely sure how he'd gone from a singer and a model to a bartender, but it was a easy job, fun at times, absolutely infuriating the rest. The singer chuckled softly as he watched the other bartender walk halfway to the stores before freezing, the indignant squawk making it clear that he'd just riddled out that crétin, meant moron.

Alexandrite turned back around, a half smile on his face as he absently whipped down the counter, singing along with Buttons, by The Pussy Cat Dolls, under his breathe. "I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe, but you keep frontin', sayin' what you gon' do to me..." His counter-tenor voice hit the notes with a ease that had amazed his voice instructor, not to mention the random strangers that heard him sing, but it was usually his boldness that left them shell shocked. Things like singing along with Pussy Cat Dolls. Alexandrite shook his head at the thought, offering the girl a smile before he continued scanning the crowd. Normally he'd be in a different mood, bright, friendly, talkative, but at his job, he was almost a different person entirely. Unless you got him talking of course.

Word Count; 663
Status; Complete
Muse; Great
Listening To; Master Plan- Adam Lambert & Buttons- Pussy Cat Dolls
Song; Buttons- Pussy Cat Dolls
Tags; Star O'Hara
Notes; Why do I think that the advise of having her not call him 'Alex' can go unspoken? Unless she's feeling cheeky of course...
Car
Outfit

[STAR JACE O'HARA]

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