turnin' me on !

[VIVIENNE BREANAE SCHOLTZ]

YOUR FIRE IS BURNING MY MIND
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There was a plastic card in Vivienne's hand that had all of the information on it that she needed. It was her picture on it but the birthday that it listed was nowhere near the truth. It said that she was three years older than she really was, which was all apart of the plan. She hadn't planned to go out tonight until she realized that she didn't want to spend all weekend in her room studying for the incredibly hard calculus exam that was coming up soon. She didn't want to be stupid and fail the test but she didn't relish being locked indoors. One little night was not going to hurt anything because she wasn't going to be able to concentrate anyway, if she was stuck in her room doing that crap. Oh, she valued her education as much as the next teenager, it was easy to see. As long as she graduated, that was all that mattered to her. She wasn't planning to go to some prestigious college so she wasn't striving to be on honors or any of the special classes that the smartest people were in.

She just wanted to live in the moment right now and that meant going to a really hot club with a fake i.d. so that she'd not only be able to get into it, but get drinks as well. She knew how much she would be boned, screwed and whatever else you wanted to call it if someone found out about the fake card she was going to show to them at the front door and at the bar. But that was something about her that was not hard to establish upon meeting her; she didn't care about taking a risk. She would have rather taken a risk to be in a spot that she liked and could have fun at instead of moping around, trying to control her bored attitude. Vivienne got bored easily, if something didn't catch her attention and manage to hold onto it well enough. She could zone out and be thinking about something totally different then what you were telling her, if she didn't really want to hear what you had to say. Some people called it rude but she called it a way to keep from being suicidal. The last thing she needed was to be bored or listen to someone talk to her about boring things.

A couple of friends from Viv's high school were by her side with the i.d.'s in their hands as well. They had gotten lucky that Louise's brother knew how to do all this illegal crap and was willing to make the cards for them. She didn't know how much she was planning to have to drink tonight but this was a just in case kind of thing. The wind blew her hair off of her face and she reached up to smooth it down, flashing a smile at her friends. They were all in the mood to party tonight, although she suspected that they would all three go their separate ways once they found someone to dance with or someone to buy drinks for them. She didn't have anything specific that she was looking to have happen tonight, she just wanted to dance and have fun and ignore the drunk guys that tried to grab her butt. It didn't bother her one bit, because she knew how horny they could be. Heck, she knew how horny she herself could be. God, that sounded really bad coming from an eighteen year old girl that was still in her last year of high school.

She moved up in the line when everyone else did, getting ever closer to the people that checked the i.d.'s and more importantly, the inside of the bar. It might have just been her imagination but she could already smell the alcohol inside the place, along with the different scents of people all mixed into one. That and the cold air was coming out of the door as she stepped up, handing over her i.d. with a cute little smile, as if it would mask the fact that she was actually eighteen instead of twenty one. It was probably overdoing it a bit but she sure as heck was not going to stand up there looking all suspicious like, as if she was really doing something wrong. The entire time, she was holding her breath, half expecting for him to turn her away or see right through the fake card but he just ushered her along and she didn't stop to wait and see if her friends had made it in as well. Once she hit the inside of it, she was already swept into the music, the lights and people. It seemed nearly impossible to come here and not have a good time, unless you were an absolute prude. And Vivienne most definitely was not.


TAGGING: mike!/kay.
NOTES; ily kayyyy.
WORDS: 828.
LYRICS: morning after dark.

[MICHAEL OLIVER WILLETTE]

being out late last night, michael was more than exhausted when he woke up in the morning. and he wasn't alone. rolling over in bed, his elbow sank into warm flesh that let out a yelp of surprise. pulling away quickly, he sat up in a haze and grumbled out an apology of sorts. "sorry.." rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he found that he was stark naked. a small knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips. seeing the empty condom wrapper next to the bed, it just further confirmed his suspicions. last night had been a home run. pulling on his boxers, and then his pants, he raised his arms above his head and stretched while grunting gently. turning to train his eyes on the naked girl still wrapped in sheets in his bed, he was still half asleep when he slurred out, "baby, you're gorgeous. but you've got to go. i got shit to do. people to see.." it was a load of bullshit, but what the blonde didn't know wouldn't hurt her. right? a laugh rose from the girl's throat as she sat up with a smirk. "look around, you're at my place. we drove your car here last night. you said something about not wanting people to know where you lived.." frowning, michael rubbed at his eyes again. glancing around, he took in the pictures of friends, and college trophies. grunting again, he just shrugged. who cared. he didn't even remember this girls name, let alone the events of the night before. so wasted, he had driven here drunk, something he never, ever did. and was thankful that he hadn't killed or hurt someone else. sure he drank on his nights off, but he tried to be semi responsible about it.

finishing getting dressed, he snatched the keys up from under the bed, and tipped his head at her. "thanks for last night, babe. hope to see you again.. i'll call you." turning and hightailing it out of thee before she finished her sentence telling him that he didn't have her number, he walked out the front door and headed downstairs. the sun was already beating down onto miami sending the temperatures rising. ha, who was he kidding. calling a girl.. even if he did have her number. that one was out of the question. michael didn't do relationships. one night stands were just about enough of another human being as he could possibly manage. growing up the way he did, he wasn't a real people person. kept to himself, and tried not to get in trouble. yet trouble still seemed to follow him around every damn corner. it was a shame to, because he was mad talented at boxing. even if it was an unsafe sport sometimes. it helped him keep his anger and rage under control. the time he spent bouncing from foster home to foster home taught him one thing, and one thing only. don't get attached to one person. because sooner or later, they'll only be out of your life, and moving onto something or someone bigger and brighter, or cuter, and wiser. some people befriended michael-- not many, but some. like jaelyn vanderbilt.. possibly one of his closest friends, even if he did dream of nailing her some day. he respected her, and flirted, and joked. but he was a guy, was this not a manly thing to do?

turning on the radio, mr. willette blared it on the way home with his windows rolled all the way down since his air conditioning was broke. and fixing it definitely wasn't in the budget that he had. her lived in a rundown studio apartment with a double sized bed he'd bought off from a friend that he met at aerobar for $35. there were a few lumps in it, but being a bouncer doesn't make oyu mad rich. growing up an orphan means you don't have some trust fund sitting there rotting away like half the kids in miami did. it always angered him to see some kid who barely worked for it to be rolling in cash. yet he'd busted his ass trying to stay out of trouble, and keep his job, and he can barely make rent and put food in his fridge. once he parked in his apartment building's lot, michael didn't bother locking the car door-- there was nothing worthy enough to steal. dashing upstairs, he decided to clean for the day before work later on at 6PM. granted he was a real piece of work when it came to the ladies, he did like to keep his dump looking at least as clean as it possibly could be. luckily, there were no bug problems. just lots of peeling paint, light fixtures that mismatched, a fridge that didn't always work, (hence the lack of food). and a stove that only two burners worked. the most priciest piece of property michael owned was his laptop that he'd actually won. he took care of it, and used it regularly.

later that night after showing and changing into his normal work attire, he rana brush through his hair before mussing it back up with his fingers and adding some gel. spraying on a dab of cologne, and making sure he rolled on deodorant, the twenty-three year old pocketed his phone, locked his doors, and headed on out to the club that had been his home for work for the last year or two. working there was fun when the boss man wasn't around. brady howell seemed to be dealing with some tough shit lately, so he tended to be less than friendly with the employees that he didn't particularly like. and michael being an ex-con, per say, wasn't one of his favorites. bartenders jaelyn and deco were his favorites. girls that could serve up some damn fine drinks were a plus. deco was shy, whereas jae was model material. it was no secret the blonde saw right through him. other than that, there were managers alexus and clayton. two okay people. he was especially weary of alexus being she was the governor's daughter. tonight.. was just like any night, though. he arrived and stood out front with the other bouncer who checked names on a list for those in the VIP section, others just needed an ID with a valid photo and birth date, and well... the two guys could be choosy with who they let in if they wished. they hardly got that ego maniacal. other moments, it was too funny to watch it all go down.

a few hours into it all, michael found himself staring at this sexy brunette who happened to be batting her eyelashes at him, trying to get him to move her to the front of the line. so when this young red head happened to hand him her identification, he wasn't paying all that attention as he glanced down at the birth date, and photo and then back up at her. she was pretty, which to be honest was unusual for red hears. deco was the only other attractive red head he knew. but then, something caught his eye. flipping the card over and looking at the bar code on the back, a smirk pulled at his lips. this ID was as fake as the innocent smile she offered him. however, he wasn't about to blow the whistle on this one. she was a fine piece of ass, and all he wanted was to let her inside, so he could track her down later. handing it back, he ushered her inside and remembered the name, 'vivienne'. two hours later, michael was off from work, and he slid inside of the bar. glancing around, he saw brady sitting in a booth the back, alexus was walking around keeping things in line, and jae and deco were behind the bar. as his eyes ran down the line, he spotted the other red head. she was laughing, and it was apparently infectious as everyone around her laughed too.

spotting a guy on her right trying to get her attention, michael walked right up and inserted himself in between the idiot who was looking at her like she was meat on a stick. leaning against the bar, mike knew that he was shoving the other guy out of the way, but he didn't care. turning his head towards vivienne, he lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "you realize serving minors is a felony offense for these girls. i didn't have to let you in here tonight." giving her a small smile, he tapped on the bar and deco rolled her eyes at him. fixing him up a rum and coke, she slid it down the bar and into his hand. tipping back the glass, michael took in half of the drink and shook his head as the guy that he'd cut off got angry and moved leaving the bar stool empty for him. taking a seat, he turned towards her. mm, she had to be close to twenty-one, right? if brady knew he'd let in a minor, his job would be gone.

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^{THIS SHIT IS DONE, YO. IT'S ABOUT 1,529 WORDS LONG. I'M TAGGING VIV / KAYLA. BABY BOY HERE IS WEARING THIS OUTFIT. ALL THE CREDITS ARE MY OWN, BECAUSE I ROCK LIKE THAT. AND I JUST HAVE TO SAY, ILYT, BBY.}