Post by ireland ashlee windsor on Feb 2, 2011 15:49:49 GMT -5
[/b] Ireland’s voice said, hinting a tiny bit of sarcasm. For as long as she had known him, there were girls following him always. Ireland could definitely tell you that he sometimes enjoyed it and sometimes didn’t. But who was Ireland to say that? She was never the one to follow him, because there was no reason too, though she did have a humongous crush on him though. But now that he was here, and that she had talked to him without him realizing it was her, there was going to be some trouble and be awkward enough.
The curls of a brunette were bouncing on her shoulders as she took a step in her heels. As she took a step, a breath would seek their way through her rosy lips. Tonight was one of those nights where she decided to go out. There was only one place she could go without getting in so much trouble. She could, in fact, go inside, but she just could order any type of alcohol. The brunette could get some of the fruity types or the hard liquor. It’s where she was heading; she was actually heading to Fusion, the local club. It was a nice place, quite popular and she loved it. Oh, her name was Ireland, in case you were wondering. Ireland Ashlee Windsor. Just like the country Ireland and anything else with the name of Ireland.. She was a beauty, always had the guys looking at her now. She was one of those ‘it’ girls in the high school and now in college, she had looked nothing like she did when she was in her high school days. Times were changing and so was she. She made herself look more like how she seen in a magazine, a pretty girl who had amazing style and pretty features. Her mother was pleased and thrilled, delighted to help her daughter –only because her mom was a designer, so she always got to try on new clothes and take some for being a good model. So she had a ton of clothes from different designers and even her own mother. Apparently everyone loved the change, but there was one person who never got to see it, him because she was just another by stander to him... She never saw him again, only because he graduated a year earlier than she did. Ireland changed herself, and she was going to make herself noticed after that problem. She didn’t want to no longer be just another girl in the hallway, she wanted to be the ‘it’ girl and no one was going to stop this girl… no one at all.
Heading to the club and back to reality, Ireland walked through the doubled doors and headed straight towards the bar. She brought herself up to a bar stool, flatting the bottom of her dress so it was smooth as she sat. She flashed a smile at the guy, who came up to her and asked her what she had wanted. Pursing her lips together in a thought, she had to think about it. Her smile had returned, pushing her clamped hands onto her lap. Fruity Raspberry Rickey, please. Not a lot of ice with it though! Thanks! her melodic voice had said. She watched the guy carefully as he went off to make her drink. Her eyes went then to wander around the club. There was nothing really going on, people drinking and dancing. She didn’t mind, she only was here to have herself a good time with herself and whoever else wanted to join her. Her eyes turned back to the guy after hearing a clink on the counter. She gave the guy a smile as he went off. She was just trying to be polite, but it never worked out here. Ireland brought the cup up to her rosy lips and took a sip. It was good, and just like how she usually had it. Sometimes it was different, but most of the time it was just that Raspberry Rickey. She liked her lips as she drowned into the music, but still knew her surroundings. Ireland’s eyes went looking back around, just seeing if she knew people, or anyone. She knew she wasn’t going to see anyone from school, because she hadn’t seen any of them in a while. She couldn’t blame them though, they all have their own lives and they can make their own decisions. So that ruled out the whole ‘see if you notice someone you know’ motive. So, that thought just left Ireland’s mind, not really even caring about it anymore. She really didn’t even plan on it either. Ireland just came here just for her own amusement and possibly for some fun.
Ireland reached down into her lap, grabbing her clutch and pulling out her IPhone. Her painted black nails touched the screen to unlock it, just checking out the time and see if anyone, maybe Alana or other people, had sent her a text message. Since there wasn’t any, she set her phone back into her clutch and lifted her arm up to reach for her glass. She brought it up to her lips and took a sip of the fruity drink. Her eyes went looking around again, scanning the area as newer people came in as some other people left. Once again, it doesn’t matter to her though. Then her eyes had stopped at someone who had looked so familiar to her. A small smirk appeared on her face as she noticed him stand right next to where she was sitting, going ahead and ordering a drink for himself. It was the Whitmore boy, Vincent to be exact. In high school, she was just another face in the hall to him. He never paid attention to her only because she wasn’t ‘pretty’. So just for that, she had changed how she was, having everyone know the New Ireland at school. Wait was that Vincent Whitmore? The guy she was talking too just hours ago? No way.. That really shouldn’t be him. She would’ve known if that was him! But he looked a lot like the guy she was talking too…. That was the guy she was talking too. She groaned a bit, but nonetheless, hid it away, keeping that smirk on her face.Well, what a surprise. Vincent Whitmore.
status: finished tagged: vincent whitmore words: 1060 outfit: hurr notes: it's a bit rambly, but here you go. credits: Template goes to me.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
