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Post by flightlessangel on May 9, 2009 19:12:31 GMT -5
The music bounced.
Off the walls, bodies, bar and lights.
The hardcore beat taking over the movement of the bodies.
Teagan lifted his camera up to snap a photo of a couple dancing, their bodies so close it was hard to distinguish between an individual's sweat. The lighting in here made the human skin look trippy, flashing five or six different colors with every beat, a dancing technicolor vision in action. In his picture, the blues, purples, and greens had been present, illuminating the hair and skin of the man and woman in the photo, the sweat on human skin was glowing brightly in the light, luminescent against the paler colors of the nightclub. Teagan glanced around, letting his camera fall to his chest with a thunk. The ceilings, although not incredibly high like some clubs in London, were home to what seemed like hundreds of lights and flashers, making Tiger-Tiger seem like an electric jungle.
Fitting, no?
He picked up his camera to shoot another couple grinding in the corner, loving the way their bodies meshed together as one. This was the reason he photographed. He could see humans as they really were; the natural, animalistic side of humans as they should be. Teagan may not have been a great fan of reality, but he adored the way things should be. And in his mind, the rash and innate way of man was this-- body upon body, losing themself in the music.
That could, of course, be the musician in him talking. But only a little.
He turned his body to the bar to take some normal-lighted shots, his eyesight coming to rest on a young woman seated at the bar, looking like she was around his age. Teagan smiled to himself, bringing his lens up to his eyes. She had a gorgeous profile. After snapping a few satisfactory photos, he moved closer to her, letting his camera swing across his chest. He took a seat at the bar next to her, ordered a beer, then turned his face to look at the girl he had just photographed. He gave a bright smile and saluted his beer bottle at her.
"Hi. I'm Teagan." He took a swig of his drink, smile still present and blue eyes shimmering.
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Post by alex on May 10, 2009 15:59:45 GMT -5
Alex loved clubbing, she really did. The lights, the music, the pretty people, the drinks...oh, and the dancing. Yes, definitely that. Given her job and eclectic hours, she didn't get to go out much, and absolutely relished the chance to look pretty. Alex had her favorite skirt on and everything, a testament to her mood. No heels to accompany it, but that was just as well. Even with them, the petite woman would still only be normal height. Besides, this way she could get lost in the crowd, and that was kind of fun. Probably better no one saw her dancing, too. Her sense of rhythm was a little bit lacking, particularly after the first few drinks. Not that she minded, oh no--she was having fun.
Alex had just come back to the bar from the dance floor, and was still a little breathless. Thirsty, too, but there was a quick cure for that. She was well into her second strawberry cosmo, making her flirting with the poor girl next to her even more shameless. This was a good point to be at--enough for her to be even more cheerful, but not enough for her to start her speech on Daft Punk. Or worse, string theory. No one wanted to hear that. It was enough that she was hitting on anyone who'd stop and listen. Besides, the other chick at the bar was remarkably receptive, and hot. This might turn out to be a lovely night indeed.
A guy sat down on Alex's other side, and she studied him not-so-discreetly. He was cute. Pretty eyes, great smile. Looked like a decent guy, too. Not that she was the best judge of character when sober. She lifted her cosmo in return, and grinned widely. Attention was never a bad thing. Not for her, anyway. "Alex," she replied to his introduction, and then got down to the important things. "Nice camera."
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Post by flightlessangel on May 13, 2009 18:09:47 GMT -5
Teagan grinned, letting his fingers fall softly to the edge of his camera, stroking it absentmindedly. "Thanks. It's a Takamine CP132SC classic." He had to shout slightly over the music as it thumped trough his body, the bass raging across his chest and into his heart, jump-starting his blood. He looked over on the other side of Alex, to a rather attractive girl. Her face was red, partly from drink, partly from embarrassment, and Teagan was smart enough to connect the dots. The girl in front of him swung that way, apparently. He shrugged. She was still pretty. And he had enough experience with people that if they were open enough to flirt like that in public, especially with a few drinks under their skin, they were more likely to pose for him.
He wasn't one to waste time; as he spoke his Aussie accent became more apparent, more so from the yell over the music than actually speaking. "If you're up for it, I'd like to take some pictures of you. I mean, other than the ones I shot back there." He motioned behind him, just in case she had noticed him snapping pictures of her profile. No sense in her thinking he was some sort of creeper, right?
He shook his head at the bartender when she walked by, asking if he wanted something. He didn't like to drink if he had his camera on him. One, it left him less perceptive, and could easily leave him camera be stolen, and two, his hands got shaky and any pictures he took came out like crap.
He turned back to Alex and tilted his head, both hands ready on his camera. The light in here was gorgeous, especially around the bar. The reflective counter top made for both a light and face-catcher; he could see Alex’s face in the counter and the mirror behind the bar, making for an interesting shot. His fingers itched to take it, but he knew at this distance that he needed to ask permission first. This, of course, made his fingers twitch even more from their spot on his camera, twiddling like dancers on the square surface. He rolled his shoulders, trying to stop his ADD from kicking in. He hadn’t had a chance to get his subscription filled (he didn’t even know if it was valid in Wales), and had been off his medication for a few weeks. Not…very…smart.
It felt like ten minutes had passed by since he had asked Alex his question, but in reality it had been only a few seconds. Another side effect of not taking his medicine; he wasn’t sure on how time worked any more.
He opened his mouth to speak again, only realizing he had not given Alex enough time to answer after he finished his sentence. “And when I say pictures I don’t mean like, touristy stuff. More like art. And you look like the type of girl who understands art. What do you do anyway? You have calluses on your hands.”
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Post by alex on May 14, 2009 15:05:17 GMT -5
Teagan's description of his camera meant little to Alex--photography wasn't exactly her specialty--but actions were always supposed to speak louder than words, anyway. He held it more like a pet than an object. That was a language she understood perfectly. She liked some of her toys better than people, too. They always got upset when she said so, but it was a fairly common attitude. Teagan's accent was a little bit of a surprise, but a nice one--them dirty foreigners had to stick together. Alex's own Boston accent wasn't nearly as noticeable, but she'd been in Wales for a while. Every time she made a comparison, she was amazed on how local she'd gotten. Of course, with a few more cosmos she'd probably lapse back. Not that she minded.
Alex's ever-present grin only grew more infectious as Teagan blurted out his proposal. He really was adorable, and so eager. Not that she blamed him, of course. Being admired and called pretty was one of her favorite pastimes. It was awesome when other people realized this properly. So what if she was a little bit of a camera whore? Teagan wanted pictures, and Alex liked having hers taken. It was a perfect match. She watched his fingers play with the camera with a good deal of amusement. He was nothing short of antsy. Obviously needed to get up and dance. That's what clubs were for, after all. That and the drinks. She had polished off her cosmo a minute ago, and was considering a refill. Good drinks here.
Finally Teagan paused--or ran out of breath, Alex wasn't sure which--and she gave a quiet giggle. "It's cool," she replied, waving off his apology. "and I'm a mechanic. Car repair mostly, these days. But are the calluses really that really that noticeable?" They were something of a mixed blessing, really. They might make her life less painful, but she'd never have pretty, soft hands. It was still a tradeoff she was willing to make.
"Ah, don't answer that. Tell you what," a hint of mischief crept into Alex's voice, and her eyes sparkled. "I'll let you take those pictures if I can take you up on the dance floor after. Deal?" So what if she was hitting on him? The poor girl on her other side had to be relieved. Besides, it wasn't exactly a hard bargain, and she'd let him take the pictures anyway.
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Post by flightlessangel on Jul 7, 2009 20:05:47 GMT -5
Ok, so I’ll probably write this apology a million times… But I’m sorry for taking so long to reply. Like a month of more. I hurt my arm pretty bad (Pande might have mentioned that somewhere or another) and then I couldn’t get online for a while due to both technical and… emotional problems, to say the least. Sorry again. So my reply won’t be very long, since I haven’t practiced in a while.
He liked her smile. It reflected not only her willingness to pose for him, but the drink that lay low in her glass. And it was honest. He hadn’t met many smiles over his cross-country hike that, at any rate, were honest. Most of them stayed in limbo between wanting to be honest and being the farthest away from honest a smile could possibly be. Venomous, even. Teagan sighed, enjoying her smile as he rambled on and on about the trivial things running through his mind.
He shook his head, eyes apologetically wide as she asked if her calluses were as noticeable as he put them out to be. “No, no, no… I just notice little things like that. They make the big picture you know, the little things. Like a leaf on a tree, or the olive in your glass… You can’t have the big picture, the right understanding, without the smallest of details…” He stopped himself, realizing he was going into another one of his rambles again. And after she had told him to not answer the question. He had missed that detail. What a hypocrite he was, right?
He saw her eyes sparkle with some kind of mischief, and she asked him to dance. He felt his face fall into an embarrassed smile; he looked down at his twiddling thumbs. “Uh, well… You see I’ve got two left feet, yeah?” He chuckled before looking up at her with a kooky twist to his left eyebrow, his smile soft. “Not much of a dancer in me…” He looked at her face for a moment, and his eyes drifted across her shoulders. But she had a beautiful profile, and the pictures he could get from her… He heaved a sigh. “But, if that’s the only way…” he shot her a charming smile. “Then hop to it, yeah?”
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Post by alex on Jul 8, 2009 20:56:02 GMT -5
((It’s fine. I haven’t been around too much myself, with far less valid reasons.))
He did talk a lot, didn’t he? Not that Alex minded, she could ramble on and on with the right subject. Hell, another few drinks and anything would be the right subject. She watched him as he spoke, not wholly understanding what he was talking about but at least able to nod in the right places. Of course, Alex herself was a detail girl, at heart. Nothing as pretty as a video card. But that wasn’t artistic, really, more practical. Not that anything she made was practical—usually the opposite. She was always stuck between the extremes, or far outside both of them. Yep, she was a weird one, alright. Her mother always said so.
“Hey, it’s cool,” she told him, giving an easy shrug. “Give me a few more drinks and I’ll wax poetic on string theory. No one wants to hear that. ‘Pared to that, the little details are just normal,” Not entirely true—she had an asshole of a friend in college who had a point of getting her drunk just to record said ramblings. But he didn’t need to know that, and she didn’t need to get smashed enough to start up. Didn’t even like string theory, doubted he did either. Besides, she still needed to get herself home in one piece.
Teagan’s admission, combined with the liquor, produced another giggle. “Then we’re perfect for eachother,” the girl replied cheerfully. Her balance was questionable enough when sober, and her dancing…well, she was famous for it, and not in the flattering way. Not that it stopped her, of course. Dancing was fun. Besides, she liked this song. It would be a shame to waste it. Alex hopped up off the barstool, all smiles and bubbly excitement. Grabbing Teagan’s hand, she attempted to pull him up. “So I’m forcing you into it, huh? You poor boy,” she replied with mock seriousness. Well, mostly. She’d probably end up stepping on his foot before long, and it would all go downhill from there. But why worry?
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