enjoytheCITY

[h.annah g.race]

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It’s amazing what a person can miss in two years of living somewhere. Hannah had been in Los Angeles for almost two years, and she still had yet to see the rest of it. Ever since she moved here, she had been on jobs for small magazines and ads, trying to work her way up to the big times. In fact, the was pretty much all she did. Sure, she went out sometimes, with a few friends, to a local bar, but it was never anything really fun. Plus, she hadn’t really explored the city yet. So tonight, Hannah had made up her mind to go out into the city and find somewhere to party.

When most people say party, they mean going out, maybe with some friends, drink and meet someone. Hannah had the drinking in mind but not the meeting someone. With modeling going on for her, the last thing she wanted was someone distracting her or making her angry. Hannah wasn’t really one for a lot of male attention. She could do without them for the most part, but she still had that occasional one night stand. To make it easier, she wasn’t in it for the emotional, it was too risky, she was in it for the physical, less risk involved.

It seemed like that as long as emotions were involved in something, someone always got hurt. The hurt would be different in each situation, but it was always there. It was just how things went in Hannah’s mind, looking at the type of relationships that she had seen. Her parent’s marriage, well, that was an ending that Hannah never wanted to happen to her, so if she could keep any sort of emotional relationship away from her, then it would be all for the best.

She reached a club that seemed to be really great. The sound of music was heard loud and clear even from where she was standing on the street. The line outside the door seemed to go on for a while, but it was worth a shot. Pretty soon, Hannah found her way into the clubs doors and looking around. It was fairly nice, not overly done, but nice. She was suddenly proud of what she thought to be her overly dressy dress. It seemed like this was the type of club for that dress.

Biting her lip and deciding where to go, Hannah finally started to walk towards the bar. It felt good to finally be twenty-one and able to drink, well, at least legally. Age hadn’t stopped her before, but at least now she didn’t have to bother with fake ID’s. After asking for a simple rum and coke, she sat down at the bar and looked over her shoulder at the dance floor. It did seem to be a lot of fun tonight… So maybe she could find a man, but just for dancing, nothing more. Her drink was set down in front of her and she smiled a thanks to the bartender before picking it up and bringing to her lips for a long drink. Between the jobs and gym, Hannah hadn’t found time lately to go out with her roommates, so this drink was almost like heaven to her. Her brown eyes looked back over her shoulder and watched the floor with interest, sitting there for a moment longer just enjoying finally being out.

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[Talan♠McInnis]

Could Talan love his job any more? Every night was a party for him and even the slow nights were pretty full at his club. He owned one of the hottest clubs in one of the best cities in the world. Yes, there was a lot of work involved, even if it might not seem like he actually did that much work. He was just good at always being on top of everything. Then he was allowed to cater to celebrities, which was awesome. No matter what though, it was regular nights he loved most. He liked just getting out on the dance floor and keeping it real with real people. Sure, they were mostly aspiring models, or actress, or singers, but they were still real. It also meant there was no paparazzi or overzealous fans to worry about.

Currently, he was up in the DJ booth bobbing his head with the music as he observed the DJ. He messed around with the stuff when they were closed, but he wasn’t nothing special at it. So, sometimes he found himself up here just watching and taking in everything he could. It was a truly unique way of playing music. He probably would never have the guts to try it out while there were customers there, but who knows? He would, of course as for a professional’s opinion. The regular DJ would be a good person to ask. He was very good and Talan paid him well.

Looking out over the crowd, he decided he needed to let loose and dance, but first, he would go check out the bar and see that everything was moving along easily. He sashayed over and noticed things were a bit hectic. They were having trouble keeping up with the customers. There should have been another bartender, but he had come in drunk as hell and he promptly fired the guy. He normally would wait until they were sobered up to see if they had some reason they had done that, like a family crisis or something, but this guy had done it before and his reason was simply that he was an alcoholic. Talan was pretty sure the guy would slip his own drinks while on the job too, so it was all for the best.

The two people bartending at the moment could probably handle the chaos of it all, but Talan decided to slip behind the counter and give them a hand. He had bartended quite a bit himself and was very good at it. Before long, they had everybody served and things were back to being completely smooth. They shouldn’t have any problems for the rest of the night and if they did, he would gladly make himself available for helping them once again. Now he had the issue of finding more bartenders to deal with. He would worry about that later though. Tomorrow he work on it.

He slipped back around the bar to watch the people having a good time on the dance floor. There were girls he saw at his club on a regular basis who beckoned him to come dance with them, but he wanted to meet somebody new. He always wanted to meet new people. He hadn’t sat down, but leaned against the counter with his elbow propped on it. One of the many girls he knew came up to him and put an arm around his neck. Moving one hand to his cheek, he stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. His eyebrow raised at her words and she pulled away with a giggle before moving back to the dance floor. He shook his head with a grin and straightened the collar of his white dress shirt.

He looked around once more and noticed a particularly attractive female sitting alone and watching the people dance. He walked over to her casually enough and leaned against the counter next to her. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked kindly. He looked back to the bartender that had served her and when he caught the man’s eye, he gave him an indication not to make her pay drinks. It was something he did every now and then. Ok, probably often. It was alright though because they made so much money that it wasn’t really a problem. Besides, it was coming out of his own pocket.

[h.annah g.race]

Her brown eyes continued to watch the floor, a soft smile on her lips that she hadn’t even noticed. Everyone was having a good time and a part of Hannah really wanted to join them, but the other part wanted to finish her drink. She turned back to face the bar and took another drink, loving the familiar taste of the alcohol. So far, in the twenty minutes she’d been there, she’d found a new favorite place to go out to.

When she heard a question directed towards her, her attention shifted from her glass to a rather attractive man next to her. Her first instinct was to ignore him, it was what she normally did. She didn’t usually want to be with a man, they were all pigs to her, but tonight was a it different. Hannah would be nice tonight, maybe she’d get the dances that she was wanting so badly. “I am, actually.” She offered him a gentle smile, a little flirty even. It had been a while since she’d used that smile.

Then she noticed his eye contact with the bartender. It was odd, but Hannah didn’t bother thinking about it. It never even crossed her mind that he could be the owner of the club. She pictured club owners as slightly older than this guy, with expensive suits and well, just not him. She took a sip of her drink and then looked back to him. “I’m Hannah.” She introduced herself with the same smile, keeping her promise to herself to be nice.

It didn’t seem like it’d be too hard. He had so far been nice. Hannah was expecting a drunkard to come up to her at some point, trying to get some. So this guy was a huge step up from that. Plus, his eyes had remained on hers as far as she could tell. So maybe this act of hers could become genuine. Maybe.

She turned in her seat to face him, her legs crossing as she did so. Hannah eyed him, sort of sizing him up. She’d learned how to tell character from the years of experience she had gotten reading the lawyers at her father’s firm, but this guy was hard to read. Oh well, she’d eventually see what he was interested in as the night went on. She reached her hand up to run through her long brunette hair, a habit of hers as she waited for him to introduce himself as well.

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