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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 29, 2010 22:46:06 GMT -5
  So, the original plan for that night had been for Danny to take her out for the old pass-time of hamburgers and a milkshake. However, after the set when Lana was in her hotel room getting ready, a knock sounded, and she was invited to a party just three floors up - which, she had to admit, sounded pretty good to her. There would be no police involved because the room was one of those big ballroom type rooms, and it had been specifically stated it would be a party in the rental. The kids hosting the party were just going around inviting last minute people and well, the whole band of can you find me, because they wanted to be known for having the coolest party with the good band. Whatever it was, Lana just wanted to go. It wasn't like Lana was the type of party girl who ended up taking her clothes off because she was that piss drunk and danced on tables. No, nothing like that. Okay, maybe once. But her bandmates had saved her.
Hopefully, Danny wouldn't mind these change of plans, and she silently contemplated it now as she wandered downstairs after receiving his text message that he was here. Waving gaily at him, Lana proceeded to bounce over to him, pushing hair behind her ear. "Hey." She breathed with a smile, eyes wandering down his body as she scoped him out, "I know we were supposed to get something to eat... but there's this party I got invited to. It's all last minute, yeah, i know, I know. But maybe you want to go check it out with me?" She asked coyly, using her best puppy dog face. It was a long shot and she knew it. Afterall, Lana of course barely knew the guy, and what if he wasn't into partying like...okay, now that was funny, and not even Lana could keep a straight face at that thought. He was a young guy on a music tour. Of course he partied...right?
It was plenty of information to digest, so Lana left him to it, not pressing for an immediate yes or no answer.
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; well it's not too bad...
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 30, 2010 0:23:17 GMT -5
Danny stood with hands in pockets -- curiously unladen with reporting-type materials, save for his wallet and phone -- and his head cocked in that appraising manner of his. "A party?" He gave a small nod, feigning consideration as an excuse to take his eyes off of her. As before, the girl who was not-so-subtly courting him was something like breathtaking to behold, but he kept such thoughts from presenting on his face.
"I'll have to cancel the violin player's appointment at the restaurant..." He stepped into the building with her without another word. Parties were a love-hate relationship. He hated most of the people he encountered, but he loved a crowd.
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 30, 2010 22:28:01 GMT -5
Grinning, Lana stated "Well, maybe he could just show up here and play. I'm sure he'd be a absolute hit." seeing his hands in his pockets, Lana, carefree, looped one arm through his, walking into the building with him. It was times like these that she was glad she wasn't in some big time band...yet. Those celebrities were always being attacked by the paparazzi and Lana was sure if someone recognized her from the band any type of rumor would be started about how Lana was holding onto him. She easily guided him with her towards the elevator, pressing the little button that called it for them. "Just so this isn't totally awkward or anything, we both know how to party, yes? Because I mean, I'm the pro of partying so if you need lessons, I give you a trial week before I make you pay me." she laughed, letting go of his arm as the elevator doors slid open, inviting the pair in.
Once inside the elevator, as she waited for him, Lana freely pressed every single button of the 28 floor hotel. Meaning, now the elevator would stop on every floor. The good thong was they were only goigtothe fourth floor. But Danny didn't know that...
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; well it's not too bad...
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 30, 2010 22:49:45 GMT -5
Danny allowed himself to be handled and lead about, stiffly. If this girl was planning on a night of tugging him from cluster to cluster of unfamiliar faces for introductions and gossip, she'd have a surprise about as pleasant as wet converse shoes. He followed her to the elevator, allowing himself at least to enjoy his proximity to her.
"I don't need any lessons in -- what the fuck?" He'd caught sight of her button-bashing spree with the elevator directory.
Confession time. Danny was no fan of elevators. He'd been deathly afraid of them at a young age. He'd slowly weaned himself away from his paranoia in order to avoid awkward social situations, much like the one that was about to engulf him. Danny was fine in the cramped boxes, so long as the other occupants were calm and reserved. Frigging with the buttons, though, seemed like a poor idea. "Do you like screaming to your death? I'm not a big fan of it."
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 30, 2010 23:23:33 GMT -5
The look on Lana's face was that like a three year old being caught doing something naughty. Her eyebrows were raised, and her lips formed a small 'o'. Then, she grinned sheepishly, putting her hands behind her back and swaying innocently. "I heard screaming to your death is more exhilarating then drumming! Let's go for it!" Lana nodded her head, inviting him in the elevator. Lana loved elevators - on her one trip to Disney World's Hollywood Studios, she'd ridden the Hollywood Tower of Terror elevator seven times in a row. Thrills enticed her to do the things she did. That, and getting people to laugh.
"Come on, you'll be okay. You can hold my hand if you get scared, buddy." She smirked, holding it out to him now.
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; well it's not too bad...
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 30, 2010 23:49:40 GMT -5
Daniel felt his insides quaking as he joined her in the claustrophobic's night-mare that was the elevator. "I should take the fucking stairs." He didn't care if he looked cool in front of her or not. Elevators are bad news. He closed his eyes as the machine started, leaning with the curve of his spine against the wall. The weightless feeling of this thing was bound to put him on the edge of vomiting.
"So who am I going to have the pleasure of meeting tonight? Three hundred of your closest friends?" His tone was dismissive. He would have done a better job disguising his mood if he hadn't been scared shitless. He was making assumptions about her, yes, but stereotypes existed for a reason. ----- Notes: It's so much easier to make him an asshole when I can identify with his trauma. XD |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Dec 1, 2010 0:02:06 GMT -5
His tone was suddenly hard and cold, and Lana couldn't help but look at him oddly, trying to figure out what his deal was. "You know, I can open the doors and let you get out." She stated easily, her voice leveled and apathetic. There was no way he was going to act like this and put her in a bad mood. Lana always had to be in a good mood. Rolling her eyes, the quirky girl's attitude was returned, and she leaned on the wall of one side of the elevator, crossing her arms on her chest. Then, at what he said, she let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "Actually, my buddy the pope was gonna be there. But with this whole attitude of yours, I think you'd be better suiting stuck in the broom closet with a bottle of baby milk."
Lana yawned as the elevator began it's array of stop on the second floor, doors opening, and waiting a few moments before beginning to close.
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; just realized i left the same note the whole time -----__-
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Dec 1, 2010 0:20:54 GMT -5
Her tone didn't do a lot to put Danny in a better mood. "I really," he muttered, absently pushing his glasses a centimeter higher, "--really don't do well when people fuck around in elevators. I'm sorry." The last part was genuine. She hadn't done a lot -- short of threaten his life with a sharp-drop and an abrupt splat -- to get his temper going.
Not that his temper needed a lot, once the fuse was lit.
"But seriously. Who invited you? Anyone from tour?" He was struggling to win back some semblance of composure, opening his eyes to meet her gaze. Well she wasn't a people-pleaser, it seamed. He had to give her that. A lot of girls he crossed paths with went out of their ways to please him, as if it would make him look past the fact that 80% of their act was contrived. |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Dec 1, 2010 6:53:08 GMT -5
"What are you scared of?" The question was serious, and not to tease. She knew of people who were scared of the enclosed space, or that they could die... but really, there was no way that elevators just dropped and stop working out of nowhere - that was only in movies. She stood from her leaning position on the wall, just as the elevator stopped again, this time on the third floor. "We're almost there, anyway." Lana stated at last once the elevator doors shut again, the box starting to rise.
She shook her head at his next question. "Nah, some kids were going around getting people to come and knocked on my door. Then one of the guys recognized me and, yeah." Lana laughed. "Grant might be there, and maybe our guitarist." She said unsurely, ready to step out the elevator as it stopped at their destination.
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; noo.
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Dec 1, 2010 7:30:12 GMT -5
"Mostly the splat at the bottom," Danny said.Actually, his fear was even more irrational than that. Like many people who experienced this phobia, he couldn't say why elevators scared him. They just did. News of their approaching departure from this demon-box was a welcome relief.
In an effort to distract himself from the terrifying matter at hand, he turned the conversation to another question which he hadn't asked earlier in the day. "So is it weird being in a band with your ex? Does it create a lot of tension?" There was a slight element of probing to that question, feeling out what situation he might be staggering into soon. Going into a party with alcohol and old lovers did not register as a wise decision if Grant was liable to start a fight. |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Dec 1, 2010 19:20:45 GMT -5
"Well, I don't want to splat, and since we're in the elevator together we'd be splatting together. My life is very valuable, here." Lana smirked, obviously joking as her hand slowly found it's way to her leg, ready to begin tapping again, this time to one of her own "can you find me"'s song. It was such a natural habit to Lana, the only time she realized she was doing it was when someone gave her a dirty look or asked her what she was doing. At his next question, Lana let out a laugh and shook her head. "Actually, Grant and I were friends even after we broke up. We were never awkward or angsty or whatever." She shrugged and shook her head again.
"See, after we broke up we still had this mixed music class in school." She swallowed and took a breath, "And for one of your finals, it was a group project. We decided to write a song together. That's that song Stars that I feature in." She grinned. "Awkward? Nah. He's a good friend. I think some of the other girls are still in love with him...but not me. Been there, done that."
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; noo.
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Dec 2, 2010 22:47:44 GMT -5
Dan examined her face as she talked, relying on the escape to keep his mind off of the potential puddle of blood and guts he might be reduced to before the night was out. It really didn't work with his image to be this brand of chicken. As soon as his feet were on floors that didn't move, he'd be able to win back some composure. The fact she was seeing him in such a state made him feel less lively to get anywhere, even if Miss Payne had clearly initiated the flirtation.
"Well that's mature and convenient, being that you're stuck on a bus with him. Do you get along with the other girls well enough?" Playing the proper reporter helped, too. He finger-combed the curling brown hair from his brow, his eyes catching the girl's fingertips as they started up the drumming again. That was charming, at least. "--Does the finger-drumming drive anyone on your bus nuts?"
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Dec 4, 2010 15:11:42 GMT -5
Lana couldn't help but laugh. "They just treat me like the little sister of the band. They're all really cool girls, actually. I must say, Grant knows how to pick 'em." Lana grinned, stepping off the elevator as the doors opened once again, this time to level four and here their feet would meet the generic carpet that seemed to be installed in every hotel Lana had ever stayed at. Gladly she stepped out into the light of the hallway, waiting for Danny as she blushed about her whole finger-drumming thing. "I try not to do it but it's just a habit... you know, drummers keep beat with everything." It was true. If they walked, their walking had a beat to it. If they were typing, so did the typing. Breathing? That too. "Sometimes they tell me to cool it if everyone's trying to sleep and I'm tapping away loud as hell on our wood bunks in the bus. Or they have to take away my silverware until the food comes at a restaurant because I use those as drum sticks."
Lana began walking, nodding her head towards one end of the hallway where the music was clearly coming from loud and clear.
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notes; noo.
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Dec 4, 2010 22:54:53 GMT -5
The breath that Danny drew when he exited the elevator was as sweet as the first gasp in Adam's lungs, 6,000 some-odd years ago. The hunted feeling of paranoia instantly began to bleed out of his body through his lips and nostrils. The boy shook off the lightness in his belly, pausing in the hallway to finger-comb his hair, yet again, and to readjust his glasses... Yes again.
Fine. Nightmare aborted. Time to move onwards. He urged his feet into a quick step to catch up to his -- date? He wasn't sure -- as she waltzed with all that confidence towards the source of the throbbing default party bass line.
"Oh come on," he said, slipping up alongside of her. He could resumed the conversation now, *for realz with names. "I'm trying to turn you into this edgy drummer girl goddess. You've gotta give me something juicier to tell all your fans about. Pulled hair. Chick fights. Something."
He glanced up at the door from which the music was pouring out, side-stepping as a pair of tangled lovers reeking of booze and good times lurched out past them, down the hall. The smell of hard alcohol gave Danny just the faintest tremor of concern. He looked at his hostess, telling himself in his head what the rule for tonight was; no more than two beers.
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* For realz with names: reference to the adorable KimyaDawson's dialog with an audience member in a live recording of her song, 'I Like Giants'. "Nice to meet you, for realz with names." It's founded for Danny to think about it because I think he'd really love Kimya if he ever got to meet her. My boyfriend and I say it all the time now so it didn't occur to me that this might be pretty freaking obscure until after I'd typed it. Thought I'd clarify. |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Dec 5, 2010 19:36:39 GMT -5
Smirking, Lana eyed him, letting out a little "Oh?" An edgy goddess? "Well, see. I already have two out of three down. The edginess, the drummer girl. But I mean, if when writing your article you happen to want to mention that I'm a goddess as well? Go for it!" As well, Lana sidestepped the drunk struck duo, happily waving at them as she called out to whoever the guy was "Good luck!" Before she took Danny's hand proudly and pushed open the door of the room, the music blaring loudly before it got shut again, only a dull beat to those outside.
Inside was a different story. Sure, Lana had expected a party. But this...this well, was a party. There were people spilling from everywhere, the smell of alcohol in the air, then there was dancing going on and in some corners people were doing other types of dancing...like the backwards polka. If you caught her drift. Grinning up at Danny, she gave his hand a light squeeze before gently letting go, preparing to ease herself through the crowd. "Ready to party with an edgy drummer girl goddess?" she shouted over the music, laughing.
outfit; clicka the hereee
notes; O.o i'm so confused, but otay! i's just going with the flow.
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