Los Angeles

she tacked her progress, making sure to keep up with him.
3...4...5...6...

The waitress was struggling to follow with the refills.

I keep up the drinks in a regular succession, geting into then tens.

The waitress floundered, speaking hurriedly. 'Slow down! I can't keep refilling at this rate!' she slipped, toppling forwards and faceplanting the counter because of her franticness.

Amaya bit back a laugh, averting her gaze. The way she'd fallen was simply comical..

gtg bye

okay, see ya >_>

A creature of impulse without forethought, Joachim burst into hysterical laughter.

'Ha! you lose!' Amaya shouted, grinning triumphantly. The waitress straightened, dusting herself off before hurrying away unharmed. 'Now you have to pay a price..'

"What's that?" I smirk at her, feeling I'd like it.

She scanned the club quickly, pointing to a girl with bright yellow hair and fish lips. She was clearly desperate, clinging to anyone she could, skin glinting orange even in the clublights.

Chuckling, Amaya whispered. 'Tell her she looks absolutely beautiful, and be as since as you can about it.'

"Oh,... that is just sick..." I shake my head is disapproval.

'What? it'll make her feel better.' she raised her eyebrows. 'That's the price... or are you too much of a coward?'

"If she gets clingy to me or anythin' I'm blamin' you..." I walk over to her, "Hey what's a good lookin' dame like ya doin' without anyone?" I smile but in the back of my mind, all my flight functions were primed and ready to spring to life at any second.

Amaya stood a distance away, watching them with an amused smile.

The thing girl turned on her heel, facing him with a bright expression. 'My boyfriend stood me up for another girl, can you BELIEVE him?' her mouth was agape, showing how her makeup had crusted around her lips.

ew. Amaya placed a palm over her own mouth, giggling.

Yeah I can believe that.

"What an ass, here, why don't drink those troubles to death?" She doesn't look like a good drinker, she'll be out of it after one.

I told you to compliment her, not to drink with her.. Amaya would've flared with jealousy, but she knew better.

'Suuuuure.' the girl plopped herself down at the bar, she was quite short in fact. 'What's your name?' she practically purred.

Hehehehehe suck it Amaya...

"My name is Salino Tolebos." Ah, the magic of fake names.

I get us two of the strongest drink there.

Two can play at that game..
Amaya found a seat at the other end of the bar, leaning over the counter to signal someone's attention.

'Salino?' the girl repeated, wide-eyed. 'That's sounds so cool! are you foreign?' she lifted her drink, sipping some of it. 'whoo! that's strong..'

Joachim: "Well my folks were at any rate..."

OOC Want me to play an extra?

aye

ic Amaya watched the pair in her peripherals. Merlin, the girl looked one of the orange men from the Muggle film 'Charlie and the Chocolate factory'...

'That would explain why you are so beautiful!' she blurted, downing the drink with a lazy smile.

Joachim: Oh god, abort mission, abort abort! But Amaya's not quite jealous yet...

"Thanks my flower..."

Tucker: Standing at 4 feet with skin that looked like it had been coated with oil used to make bowling lanes slippery, Tucker entered the club with hopes that were FAR above what he was capable of.

oh my god a Mcdonalds worker just walked in..
Amaya stared at the boy for a moment, swallowing to stop a retch threatening to escape her throat.

She was hiding her jealousy well.

The girl shrieked loudly with her laughter. 'You are SUCH a sweetie!' she reached over, pinching his cheek.

Joachim: Hands off, sheesh if she were passed out at a party, they'd probably PUT more clothes on her.

"What can I say, I'm a charmer.." I signal for two more of the same drink. To me, it was like drinking water.

Tucker: I walk straight up Amaya, obviously reeking of missed shower days, "Hey doll..."

ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. Seriously, this guy smelled worse than Abonacci did, and her step-Dad to use hair gel as if it were shampoo.
'Sup.' she forced a smile onto her face, going into autopilot.

'Do you have a girlfriend?' The blonde asked abruptly, eagerly awaiting the next drink. She was bouncing in her seat, clearly almost wasted.

Tucker: "Not much, want to.. go someone private?"

Joachim: "Why don't you take another drink and THEN we'll answer that!" I hand her it.

The girl nodded, downing the drunk. 'Now will you te-' she blinked, before her head landed on the counter, passing out.

okay time to run. Amaya stood up slowly, feeling her stomach churn. 'not yet.' she answered vaguely.