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Post by REMY NICOLE BENSON on Jul 31, 2010 23:43:10 GMT -5
 
ugh! remy rolled over and looked at her alarm clock, mmmhhhmm, it was four twenty nine in the afternoon, thankfully, remy had a blackout curtain on her window so it looked like it was really late in the afternoon. she curled into a small ball on her bed and wanted to go back to sleep. No, no, no... she had to get out of bed, she had started sleeping the day away. At least that was what her father had started telling her. remy, come out sailing with me one morning. or come have lunch. she shrugged it off and told her dad 'sure, one day' and went to get ready to go out. she just did not want to deal with her dad right now, not ever. she was fine with him and her brother being best friends together. it really had no effect on her.
remy would probably do the same thing she did last night, except she would go to Zanzibar tonight. there were people that she had not seen in a little while she had been to house parties more than the club lately. maybe she'd see donnie, he was always fun at zanzibar. she smiled to herself and rolled out of bed and grabbed her bath robe. she tied it tight around her small frame and made her way to her small kitchen to make a cup of coffee. she was going to need something to wake her up. after she made her coffee and then herself a cup she sat down on her sofa turned on the tv then took a sip, mhm, that is good her voice soft. she was going to have to have another cup.
she looked at her phone, almost eight... time to shower and get ready. remy never took long to shower and get ready. earlier that day, well erm, evening she had decided on wearing a gold sequined mini dress, with her black heels and handbag, with her mother's anchor and sparrow necklace she took from her mother... before she passed. remy still took it hard even though it had been over 9 years since her death. her brother jonah had taken it bad and went to rehab, but remy hid behind her anger and hurt from her death. now she was letting go of it all. she had finished getting ready and had gotten to zanzibar before ten. remy walked up to the bouncer, hey johnny, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then walked right into the place. there was suddenly lots of noise and people, and less light. tonight there was a black light on that made the white glow like crazy, including teeth and a lot of the bleach blond girl's hair was glowing, remy laughed... they looked funny.
she leaned on the bar she caught the eye of the bartender and he came over. remy had seen him before, but he wasn't the usual bartender. she just smiled and said, gin and tonic, please she was sweet and he had her drink in a matter of minutes. remy stayed and talked to him for a few minutes and then left because he was boring and no fun. she scanned the place, hoping to run into a familiar face.
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Post by DONNIE JULIEN GUTIERREZ on Aug 2, 2010 15:26:13 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] OH, I'M READY FOR IT !Some people have jobs that they can't wait to get away from, like when people rush out of the office at five o'clock on the dot. In Donnie's opinion, those people were poor, unfortunate souls. Mr. Gutierrez considered himself lucky, for that poor, unfortunate souls seemed to greatly outnumber people like him, who actually enjoy being at their work, even when they're not working. Of course, not everybody got to work as a DJ at Zanzibar. Donnie wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten hired at the hottest nightclub in Santa Monica. Perhaps it was his good looks. Or his charm. Either way, they loved him there. He knew how to work the crowd and make them adore him, and even better, make them never want to be anywhere else than Zanzibar. Maybe he was so good at it because he himself practically never wanted to be anywhere else than Zanzibar. Hey, it was a bangin' place.
It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and normally Donnie would already be at the club, but he was on an emergency grocery store run for the essentials: lucky charms, milk, and top ramen. "What the hell, how can they not have beef," he muttered to himself in irritation as he scanned the top ramen aisle from top to bottom. Whatever. Chicken would do for a week or so. He paid for his goods and ran them back to his apartment. Donnie's apartment wasn't anything fancy like some of those that belonged to the rich folk in town, but he was happy with it. It provided him with a place to sleep, and it wasn't too far from Zanzibar. After jiggling his key in the lock for a few minutes, which was required to make his door open, Donnie let himself into his apartment and put away his groceries.
After realizing that his cell phone was dead, Donnie plugged it into the charger to realize that he had a new text message from Remy. He sent her a text back, pleased to discover that she would be at Zanzibar tonight. She was one of the few girls he liked to hang out with, mostly because she wasn't a dumb skank, and she was pretty laid back. And since the other DJ was working tonight, Donnie would be able to hang out with her and relax. The other DJ wasn't as good as Donnie, it was true, which was he only worked two days a week and Donnie worked the rest of them. That was a situation that Donnie was perfectly content with, for he loved his job, and he knew he was good at it.
He poured himself a bowl of cereal, wolfed it down in a matter of seconds, and then went to the bathroom to survey himself in the mirror. Donnie wasn't picky about his appearance by any means, but who didn't like to look their best when going out on the town? His attire consisted of jeans, a colorful plaid flannel shirt, and a black jacket. And of course, his white-rimmed glasses. Contrary to popular belief, Donnie actually did need his glasses. They were prescription. Sure, he had contacts, but those damn things often dried his eyes out so much that he looked stoned out of his mind. And Donnie was certainly not a stoner. After splashing some water on his face and running his fingers quickly through his hair, Donnie headed back out the door. The walk to Zanzibar only took about ten minutes, and of course he didn't have to wait in any line. He nodded to the doorman and stepped inside.
Almost immediately, a mischevious grin materialized on his face. Just the atmosphere of the place tended to do that to him. Donnie was just about to take a lap of the dance floor to see if he could find any familiar faces when he spotted Remy standing near the bar and quickly changed direction. "Looking for me?" he whispered into her ear creepily, sneaking up behind her, the grin still plastered upon his face.
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Post by REMY NICOLE BENSON on Aug 3, 2010 0:02:01 GMT -5
she looked up at the DJ booth to see who was there tonight. thank goodness it was not donnie, because, well... the other guy kind of sucked. thankfully, the atmosphere was fun and he was not too bad, so people were sticking around. remy would be upset if zanzibar was not getting enough business to stay open. it was on of her favorite places to go to at night. alone or with people, she always had a good time. she brought her gin and tonic to her lips and took a sip. as she looked around some older guy came up to her and started talking to her. remy looked at him with a dumbfound expression, i have no interest in talking to you, sorry dear she rolled her eyes and walked away from him. he was around twenty nine she guessed. that guy needed to go find a girl a little older than remy ten years difference was too much for her.
remy polished off her drink and went back to the bar for another one. the bartender smiled at her as soon as she walked up. he then asked, another gin and tonic? remy nodded her head and smiled, yes please, sweetie. even though it was pretty dark inside remy could tell the guy blushed when she called him sweetie... how cute. she took the drink from him and stirred it once then took a sip from the glass. she needed to lighten up some, probably after this drink or another the fun will begin. maybe she'll run into some friends eventually, remy wondered where they all could be. if they were here they were probably on the dance floor. remy would have been there if it wasn't for that creep. she made her way to where all of the people were dancing. she stood there for a second before taking another gulp of her drink. the bartender was good, she wouldn't lie. it was one of the best gin and tonic's she'd ever had.
she looked down at her drink and stirred it once more. right as she was going to go on the dance floor remy had someone behind her whispering in her ear looking for me? she sighed, it must be that creepy old guy again, no, leave me alone... you are old and creepy. remy had almost shouted, but in the loud club it didn't seem like she was shouting. she turned around and realized it was just donnie. she giggled and placed her free hand on her mouth. i'm sorry donnie! i didn't mean it, promise. there was this like 30 year old trying to hit on me. she giggled again before taking another sip of her drink. there was only a little on the bottom now, remy looked at it, shrugged her shoulders softly and downed the rest of it. remy held her glass up, these are good, you should have one she said with a smirk. she could feel the alcohol taking effect to her small body. which wasn't odd, remy got drunk real quick since she was only right over one hundred pounds.
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Post by DONNIE JULIEN GUTIERREZ on Aug 3, 2010 16:22:44 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] OH, I'M READY FOR IT !Donnie always took the greatest pleasure on sneaking up on people, surprising them, shocking them... The list goes on. Since he was a kid, he was always one for practical jokes. Of course, in virtually every area except for the physical one, Donnie was still a kid. He partied and played all the time, nothing much could get him down for too long, he couldn't hold grudges. Hell, even his job was more work than play. It was just how he was. So he couldn't help but to grin in anticipation at Remy's reaction, but he was a little hurt by the impatient words that came out of her mouth. Old and creepy? His face took on a crestfallen expression that was mostly for Remy's benefit, to make her feel bad for obviously mistaking him for someone else.
He gave her puppy dog eyes. "I thought we were better friends than that," he said, trying to sound hurt. But he laughed a second later, unable to keep a straight face. "Well hey, what's wrong with thirty year olds?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow after Remy explained her reaction. "He probably has loads of experience. Not that you don't." He smirked slightly, and then deftly snatched the glass from her hand, held it up to his nose, and inhaled deeply. Since he was almost certifiably an alcoholic, Donnie had no trouble distinguishing the scent. Ok, he wasn't really an alcoholic. It was just that drinking was so... good. It seemed to make everything about life better, and consequently everything about Donnie's life better.
"Gin and tonic? Ah yes, I'll have five." He spun around and ordered one from the bartender, and in a few seconds he was sipping his own drink. Mmmmm. It was indeed delicious as Remy had promised. Of course, Donnie drank here all the time, but he still hadn't had everything they had to offer, because he generally tended to stick to his favorites. This would definitely be being added to the favorites list, though. He felt a rush of pride that Zanzibar served a fantastic gin and tonic. It was quite a fantastic place, really. Donnie always loved seeing the flash of envy on people's faces when he told them where he worked. Everyone wanted his job. Or at least, that's what he thought. Why wouldn't anyone want his job, anyway?
Donnie was swaying slightly to the music, but he wasn't sure if he felt like dancing yet. Or at all. Who knew? He didn't like to plan. "Soooo, my little Remington," he said absently to Remy. Then he paused. "Remington. Is your full name Remington by any chance? It should be." He took another sip of his drink. "Anyway, what's new in your life? I haven't seen you in awhile. Like forty-eight hours or something like that. Ridiculous. I'm hungry. Did you know they don't have top ramen at the grocery store down the street?" Donnie hardly noticed that his train of thought was rather scattered; it often was, so it wasn't anything unusual for him. It was for this reason that many people tended to get irritated with Donnie rather quickly. Ah, well. Such is life.
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notes sorry it's kind of retarded. haha. i'm trying to do a bunch of things at once.
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