NEED THE COMPANY (Darcy)

[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] Ray raised his glass happily as the female bartender pushed over another shot of whiskey. On the house, she’d mouthed to him, though he couldn’t tell if she was being friendly because it was required or else wise. Eh, no need to get involved that far. He didn’t need trouble. Plus, another guy a little past was eying her up, a much bigger guy who probably wouldn’t be at all intimidated by Ray after a few drinks in him. He didn’t need any trouble tonight. A little fun where it wouldn’t hurt, sure. It didn’t really matter as long as no one got hurt. As in, himself. Call Ray a heartless jerk, but he was just your average guy. He liked women and the occasional guy. He couldn’t help it. So long as no girl was all to klingly, he was willing to give them a good night. Any guy that needed a little company, come on over. His apartment’s tight space was an easy enough place to hang around. The boy drank the whisky without regret, letting the sweet affects of alcohol take over his system, make him cooler than usual. He could see a few women glancing his way, but he currently wasn’t interested in any of them. He didn’t want an easy, not tonight. But he sure as hell needed company. And this was where he would find it. -------------------------------------------------- Tag-Darcy Words-280 (Sorry) Lyrics by Foo fighters Wearing-above -------------------------------------------------

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[DARCY MARIE KEHL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/tvsvE.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px;] kill you up with my lyricals WORDS 316 TAGGED RAY NOTES -- Boom, ba-boom, boom boom... the bass pulled on her heart as she swayed with her arms up to the rhythm of the music. People all around her were pressed up tight by her body. They all seemed to be in sync with one another as they let the music induced high take over them. Darcy closed her eyes for a moment. The humidity and the music. This was her heaven place. She could die happily right in this spot. Oh but ew. Why was the DJ playing this song? Darcy was snapped out of her woozy daze and thrown back into reality. All around her jumped sweaty, horny individuals with no sense of control over their bodies. A little disgusted, Darcy made her way out of the dance floor and made a bee-line toward the bar, where a familiar face had popped himself up. Casually, she sat beside him and ordered a Guinness. She didn't have a gig or anything tomorrow, so she can afford to drink a little heavily. Once the bartender served her her drink, she gave her a quick little wink of appreciation. She took a large swig of the curious black drink and refocused her attention toward the man sitting beside her. "You're Ray right? From Tell 'Em No More?" It was said more like a statement than a question, but she really didn't care. Before Ray could answer, she added, "You guys have a really sexy sound." She smiled widely, and took another swig of her drink. Only a few hours before, she was determined to go to the club and leave without anyone. But now she wasn't so sure. The club had brought in an amazing crowd (as it usually did) and she wasn't sure if she even wanted to go home a lone. Maybe just a one night stand. She hasn't had one in a while anyway. Who's it going to hurt? call me verbal criminal

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] Ray was giving a casual wink to a fellow down below, but turned back as if denying the guy even a wink back. Playing hard to get was not one of his better games, but it was an occasional bait that worked. However, he quickly assessed and changed his plans when a young female walked over near his stool and sat down. He raised a brow curiously, then turned on his usual smile. Ah, game has changed. Forgetting the guy at the table, he turned to the girl and sat waiting patiently, hoping she would say something. He waited for her to order and would have said something if the silence had lasted any longer, but she spoke directly to him instead of ignoring or using casual conversation. He smiled a sweet smile, and nodded. “And you, my beautiful, are Darcy. Kehl and the creeps, correct? “ his voice was smooth like velvet, eyes calm and calculating. His mind had instantly jumped onto the board that he might soon have a hook. And if not, and his bait didn’t work like he wanted, he could always go fishing again. But she was a damn good beauty, and despite the fact that he tried his best to stay away from other performers, he wouldn’t mind taking this one in. Ah, and so came the words that would help him all the more. He smiled seductively at her, and if she happened to be kidding, he could always pretend the same. “I always like to hope so. Sound is the gateway to the soul, I like to say,”he said. Or, in far to many people’s case, the mind. He wasn’t going to push too far too fast, but he kept himself calm and reserved, always the boy ready for action but ready to leave if necessary. He didn’t need a risky run. To much stress involved. -------------------------------------------------- Words-318 Tag-Darcy Lyrics by Foo Fighters ------------------------------------------------

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[DARCY MARIE KEHL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/tvsvE.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px;] kill you up with my lyricals WORDS --- TAGGED RAY NOTES -- She could still hear the music pumping and she could help but tap her foot to the rhythm. There was something about music that has gotten the whole community on some kind of high. It was a glorious feeling and Darcy couldn't help but try and make some connections. "Gateway to the soul?" she said a little smugly. Darcy had always thought that the eyes were the gateway to the soul. But music could be it too. With all the magical things it does to you. Darcy gave a little shrug, as if to say, 'Okay, I guess I agree.' She took another swing of her drink, and let her senses embrace it, just like the music on the dance floor. "Ahh... a Guinness always gets me in the mood ..." her voice trailed off and a sneaky grin appeared on her face. "...to dance." she then laughed. Darcy loved toying with people, especially ones that she wanted to take home. It was no doubt that this was going to be casual, and Darcy would think nothing of it. Like many other people experience, this is part of a rock-star lifestyle. She got up from her bar stool and pulled up her jeans a bit, since they hugged her body tightly. It was a good thing she decided to wear her favourite American flag tank-top. Otherwise, it would have been way to hot in the club. Momentarily, she took another long swig from her drink and then faced Ray. "Care to dance?" call me verbal criminal

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] Ray swung lightly, though it was basicly to himself. He twitched his fingers on the surface of the bar table, beating lightly with the sound of the music. It was one of his more annoying habits, but it wasn’t as if this was going to be a long term relationship. At least, he hoped not. He was a cool guy, and he didn’t mind the idea of a relationship, at least, he wasn’t afraid of it, but it wasn’t on his top ten things to do for the next couple of months. Anyways, Darcy didn’t seem like the kind of girl that was into that thing. The sound of her voice brought his attention back to her and he grinned and laughed. Pretty lame, he supposed. But he was getting fairly buzzed, and sometimes said and did stupid things when the feeling came to him. Big confidence booster, it was. He shrugged it off, hoping it wouldn’t ruin his chance. Ray raised a brow at her comment and then laughed when she finished. Playing though it was, it wasn’t harsh or vile. He could stand it. He was a big boy. Ray drank what was left of his whiskey and then slid it back to the bartender. If this was a fluke, he’d get some more. Otherwise, he needed to be sober enough to feel out this terrain. He got up off his chair and did a play bow, then backed up. “Always a pleasure, my darling,” he said. ------------------------- Words-256 Tag-Darcy Lyrics by Foo fighters

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