` sippin on gin and juice , SHILOH

[NATE BASS]

OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME,

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Nate had grown to hate the beginning of month for two reasons.

The first reason, by the first of the month, most of his pay was spent and he was left with 20 dollars for food. And second, when the first fell on a Friday, he had to spend his night along eating ramen noodles and drinking the cheapest beer he could find, which unfortunately was Budweiser. But his dreaded first week of the month was starting to look up. Not only had a girl asked him out for a few drinks, she had even slipped in there that she would be the one buying them. This little fact was always a plus for Nate since he was notoriously known as being a cheap date. He was the one online looking for restaurant coupons and hitting on the waitresses while he paid so they would take a few dollars off their bill. That was the main reason why Nate went through so many ladies.

However, Nate planned to treat this date a bit differently. After logging off his very old, barely working computer, Nate had practically ran over to his friends house. Although he would let Shilog buy him a few drinks, he wasn't going to be the guy getting drunk of a woman's money. After begging for at least fifteen minutes, his friend coughed up fifty bucks and some change to go along with it. That was enough for a couple drinks and enough for him to keep his dignity. Unfortunately, the lending of the money came along with a bet. If Nate didn't get laid tonight, he would have to owe his friend double the loan. So Nate was under a lot of pressure tonight, to say the least.

With fifty bucks and a clean outfit, Nate walked to Hydes. Yes, walked. Since his Honda was in the shop getting repaired after a nasty rear ender, he had been walking everywhere in the city. Over the past few days Nate had found places in Las Vegas that he didn't even know existed. The alleys of the city were more entertaining that the strip itself. So when he got to the club, Nate was extremely shocked. Not only was the line half way down the street, it was barely moving. Almost every scantily clad girl in the line looked impatient and had obviously been standing there for half of the night. But with good bartending connections and a sweet smile, Nate was able to easily slip past the giant bouncers and into the pounding club.

With a feeling that tonight was going to be a good one, he pushed himself through the club and the bar. His plan was to buy the first drink to make a good impression but after that, he would welcome the free drinks. While sliding into one of the booths, Nate grabbed one of the bills from his pocket and slid it along the smooth surface "Amaretto sour please, very dry" He said firmly, eyeing up the bartender in the mean time. Definitely a nice rack yet unfortunately fake "And a whiskey on the rocks for me please. The cheapest you have" He murmured before sliding the money toward the bartender and prying his eyes away from her cleavage.

When the drinks arrived, Nate left them untouched before him. Sliding around on the bar stool, Nate took a moment to scan the crowd. What he saw was the usual, drunk, horny and young men and women ready for almost anything as long as it included sex. Not wanting to look too desperate to dance, Nate turned himself around and took his drink delicately into his hands, praying that tonight he wasn't the guy in the club to get stood up.


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[SHILOH BRIGHTON]

KEEP SAYING WHAT I WANNA HEAR,
GET THIS LAPDANCE HERE FOR FREE

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Lately, Shiloh had spent more time at the Vegas bars than in her own bed. What was more terrible than that was that she wasn’t even sleeping when in said rumpled-disaster bed. Everything but sleep occurred under the tangled sheets she’d had since forever. Shiloh had reflected upon this little known fact and its recent forays while she sat in her bathroom sink applying eyeliner. The outing in question, that required the prepping, was simple enough. Drinks and small talk with some mouthy guy who she was sure would end up plastered before she did. Or thrown out before she was. That was great, actually. The best part. It meant she could depart when he got sloppy or fell asleep on the bar top. He’d never know any different and she’d probably get a good drunken night’s rest. The only hitch was that he had her number, so some responsibility was involved: she owed him a successful evening of getting completely obliterated.

Shiloh liked nothing more than to deliver and she was going to do exactly that.

But first, custom. She had a routine on nights like this. Showering about an hour before estimated time arrival. A bit of pre-date stretching. (The judgment of preventative medicine or good planning depended on who was making commentary.) Arranging her clothes neatly at the foot of her bed. Walking around for about a half-hour in her underwear as she did blow-dried her curls to a pale imitation of tamed. And finally, somewhere around fifteen minutes past the actual time she should have left, Shiloh made herself decent and grabbed her keys. Decency, as luck would have it, consisted of very little effort. Any qualms with such were unimportant; she wasn’t looking to receive public approval on whether or not her dress was apt to give a peek or two. Shit happened. That was life. She was wearing panties, no other concerns necessary.

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Babysitting the Viper was both a privilege and a punishment. Speed and the ability to kill oneself in a shaky inhale were Shiloh’s favorite aspects, naturally. However, the vehicle did tend to attract attention. Unwanted attention and she didn’t need a nine-to-five, Joe Blow in a faded uniform throwing his goddamn badge around. Cops were on the top of a very short list Shiloh kept with the vague title, “Shit I Really Fucking Loathe.”

Making another surprise appearance from the obscure list of undesirables was Delay. So, when Shiloh pulled up to Hyde’s and strode from the parking lot with a clear purpose, only to discover a line like the one for the Garden of Eden…well, she was instantly irritated. She didn’t feel like snaking her way through the many impatient bodies crowding the front. She also didn’t feel like flirting with men five times her size just to drink with some random who she wasn’t even entirely sure was attractive, entertaining or worth the suicide mission.

The text couldn’t have been more welcome.

i have arrived. tell the bouncers you know bass and they'll let you in right away.

There was a word for the way she felt at that moment and it would have been impressed had she not received countless glares of death as she cut through the line. Invitation for conflict tended to distract her and there were a few catty remarks on the topic of her dress (or lack thereof) that might have persuaded Shiloh to turn around had her “friend” not been literally less than ten feet away. Or so she guessed. Her spatial judgment wasn’t always the best: her driving record could attest to that.

Once she stood in front of the bouncers, barely up to their chests despite her heels, Shiloh said without missing a beat, “I’m a friend of Bass.”

Like the movies, the two burly men nodded in approval and left a tiny gap for her to slip through. Slipping through was cake and within seconds, she was shrouded in darkness and surrounded by the sounds of bass relentlessly thrumming the walls. She dodged a couple glued by more than the lips and emerged into the club’s main area. The specimens in attendance were all relatively common. Flashy sugar daddies in the tables with their pimped-out barely-legal girls. Call girls hovering nearby just in case there was some sort of sudden blowjob crisis. Tons of single-minded males proving that social evolution was a myth.

She spotted a leaning figure at the bar, drink in hand and appropriate look of alertness on his face. Shiloh made a little mental bet with herself that it was Bass. Winning either way, really, she shoved her way though a few dancing pairs before inconspicuously sliding onto the seat next to him. Spinning herself toward the bartended, she noticed a lonely drink nearby said guy. Bingo.

“So….date stood you up?” She whistled a low little sound, feigning pity or whatever it was that people expected to convey with that gesture. “That blows. Why don’t I take that drink off your hands? I’m thirsty and you’re lonely. Next one is on me.”

STATUS: done!
WORD COUNT: 848!
MUSIC: lapdance - NERD!

[NATE BASS]

OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME,

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Once Shiloh came into view, Nate knew he had to step his game up.

The girl that slid into the bar seat beside him was not what he was expecting. In fact, Nate wasn't expecting a lot. A girl that drove cars and spoke of them a lot, was not supposed to look like this. At the very least, Nate was expecting a good looking girl with a bad sense of style. But Nate was almost floored when he saw the outfit of the girl sitting next to him. The dress was barely covering her petite frame.

Instantly, Nate started thinking of things to say that would impress a girl like this. Already she knew about his ghetto Honda civic which probably led her to believe that he was dirt poor. The two things that Shiloh already knew about him were the things that Nate usually hid about him. Among other things, he lied his way out of almost anything. He was late for work? Instead of telling the truth and admitting that he slept in, he rambled on about traffic to save his ass. If he met in a girl in a club? He would perfectly tailor himself to be in her interest, even if everything he said was completely false. And over the years, Nate had gotten pretty damn good at lying. His lip no longer twitched when he said something untrue and more and more people were starting to believe every word that came from his mouth. And from the look of Shiloh, Nate was going to have to be pretty damn impressive for him to get any kind of action.

Before even saying hello, Nate had to get a good look of the girl who was keeping him company at the bar. His eyes slowly looked over every inch of her body, taking a few extra seconds on her bare legs. The dress was short, but Nate was never the one to complain about a short dress. He loved the attention that the girl he was with received. The more attention she got, the better Nate felt about himself. Because he was the one sitting next to her, not some hot shot who came to the club by himself.

A soft whistle came from Nate's lips as he finally dragged his eyes back to Shiloh's face. He didn't have many words for what she was wearing or the way she looked. All he could do was chuckle and take another sip from his drink before he could muster up a sentence "I look like a moron sitting next to you" He said with a smirk, pushing her already ordered drink toward her with a nod. Nate placed his drink down on the bar and ran his finger around the rim of the glass "I have to say. I am very impressed. I was not expecting the girl that asked me out for drinks so be so fucking smoking" He said in disbelief, letting his eyes wander from her face once more.

One thing Nate knew was that he needed to get liquored up. Not too drunk, but tipsy enough to make many advances on Shiloh. Not that he really needed liquor to put himself out there. Downing the rest of his drink, he firmly placed the empty glass on the bar in order to get the attention of the floating bartender. Once the bartender was in ear shot, he ordered the same thing for the both of them Although wanting to convey that he actually had money, if he continued to buy the drinks, he would be broke in ten minutes. Turning back to Shiloh, Nate let a smile curve onto his lips "I don't really have much to say" He admitted "So far, you've upped me in both your outfit and your car." He smirked, a playful look in his eye "But there are a few things you can't win at. Can I challenge you to a drinking game? The winner gets to chose his or her prize." Nate was well aware of what he wanted his prize to be. It was sitting right in front of him and looking way too hot to handle. If she took his challenge, he was sure he was going to win. He was a bartender after all and spent almost every shift taking shots with his customers. After taking another large sip from his glass, Nate looked to Shiloh with a cheeky grin "Oh and I bet I'm a better dancer than you."

[SHILOH BRIGHTON]

KEEP SAYING WHAT I WANNA HEAR,
GET THIS LAPDANCE HERE FOR FREE

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The body language of the young man next to her was felt without her ever looking over to confirm. Shiloh had anticipated as much, especially given her choice of ensemble for the evening. So the secret smile that bloomed along her tiny mouth was merely acknowledgment of the success that her haphazard planning had been. Strangely, the tunnel flutter of butterflies kicked up in the bottom of her stomach. It wasn’t often this happened. Usually in situations that Shiloh happily discovered that she might have been a little over her head to begin with. Over her head but pleasantly surprised by the outcome. Nate, as she’d imagined him, was unimpressive. Cute but standard stock. One of those things that is enjoyed for the small amount of time in possession but never spoken of again in polite company; the epitome of a good one night stand.

Affecting a pretend-coy look of lowered lashes, she gratefully took the drink offered to her and slid it to a stop in front of her. She tipped back a swallow before venturing forth in their small talk. After the alcohol made its way down her throat and wherever else, she laughed quietly at his remarks and slowly spun her stool to face him. This was a good move for two reasons: one, their knees came so close that she nearly bumped into him and two, it gave her the opportunity to cross one bronzed leg languidly over the other. Almost initiating “accidental contact” and giving a bit of a hint as to just where her mindset was. Very effective methods that she’d found worked best in situations where awkwardness and rhetoric reigned supreme.

“Don’t worry, it’s been known to happen,” Shiloh replied with the slightest twist to her mouth that implied she was joking without actually having to do ego damage-control. There were few things in the world that turned her off more than fragile egos. “Although, I have to say, for someone that’s on first name basis with the people who let me in for free, I’d say you have a hard time looking like a moron.”

There was a pause as she considered his upfront compliment. The truth of the statement was evident, she supposed. But it was even more impressive to witness a man so unafraid to come outright and speak on something most were too afraid to contemplate. Afraid for reasons she really didn’t know. Shiloh was hardly as intimidating as she played. Or pretended. “The impressed factor is mutual. I didn’t expect the civic owner to be fuckable. I came for some shitty banter and a few free drinks but I stand…corrected.”

The conversation quickly took a turn into comfortable territory or rather, familiar territory. Drinks. And dancing. She was both a happy participant in both activities, granted a little more adept at one than the other. That was the drinking aspect. She drank entirely too much for someone of her stature and occasionally, (not often) she paid for it in hangovers, missed jobs and nights on her bathroom floor singing old elvis songs to herself. So she decided to play along. After all, what could it hurt? It’d just mean faster, less stilted means to the end that they were both aiming for.

Shiloh threw back the rest of her drink and slid her glass to the bartender who’d just returned with the drinks Nate ordered. Taking a long sip from the new one, she set it down with a loud clink. She motioned for the bartender with a little flicker of her index and middle finger, a challenging grin settling there as she leaned on the counter towards him, keeping her eyes on the boy opposite her, “Get us a few rounds of shots. On my tab, please.”

Reaching out, she sympathetically patted him on his knee, the black fabric smooth under her fingers. Shiloh let them linger a little longer than necessary before saying, “I’m game for both. And I’ll win both. So, I’ll let you choose the prize…though I’ll be collecting it.”

STATUS: done!
WORD COUNT: 676!
MUSIC: lapdance - NERD!

[NATE BASS]

OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME,

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Nate Bass was always game for a little challenge. Even if he knew he was going to win, he was playing with a girl and that was all that mattered. In this case, he was against someone who thought that she had won already. She had spotted the way he oggled her and bought her drinks, Shiloh probably thought she had it in the bag. But Nate was determined to show her that he was worth more than his good looks. He could, in fact, drink a massive amount of alcohol and still pull off a dance. Nate was just hoping that tonight wasn't a night where his stomach chose to refuse what he was drinking.

Putting the thought of chundering to the back of his mind, he picked up his next shot glass. The moment Shiloh started a tab, Nate felt a weight list off his shoulder. He had only bought four drinks but he was already running low on cash. He was hoping to save just a bit of cash for a cab ride home so he wouldn't have to walk the streets of Las Vegas drunk and alone. So he was more than happy to accept the two shots before him and slide the first one down his throat without hesitation. Nothing was getting in his way of winning this competition tonight.

However, when Shiloh suggested he make up the prizes, Nate knew that this was a win win situation. Before he even reached the club Nate had thought of suggesting this challenge and had prizes in mind. Of course they suggested taking their clothing off, but what did Shiloh expect? Money? Nate was as broke as a guy living on the street and knew the only thing going for him was his dick. Instead of blurting out the prizes right off the bat, Nate put his hand to his chin and stroked it thoughtfully, giving the allusion that he was thinking long and hard about what the winner would take home. Nate knew what he wanted; a lap dance.

With a smirk on his lips, Nate tuned to Shiloh and took his second shot into his hands "Hmm.." He said underneath his breath, letting his eyes rake along her body in a more than suggestive way "Let's make it one competition. You have to win both to take the prize. We'll think of a tie breaker if things get sticky" He said with a smile, his pun causing him to chuckle softly. Nate turned his attention back to Shiloh as he ran his finger around the rim of the shot glass "If I win..we sleep together and you give me a lap dance" He said firmly, not wanting to waver at all on his decision. With that kind of prize, Nate knew he would have to win. Thank god he had eaten before walking to Hyde's. Tearing his eyes away from Shiloh, he looked around the club as if he was looking for a prize for the lovely lady sitting across from him "And if you win...we sleep together and I give you a lap dance." He couldn't help but laugh at himself. Sure, he knew how to dance, but stripping was not his forte. One would think that working at a strip club would lead to Nate knowing a bit about seductive dancing, but he was lost on the matter. Either way, if he won or not, Nate was getting lucky tonight.

Before Shiloh could respond to his prizes, he clinked his shot glass against hers "Cheers!" He yelled before putting the glass to his lips and letting the liquor slide down his throat. He pushed the two empty shot glasses away from him and flagged down the nearest bartender "Can you keep the shots coming? We might be here a while" Nate said before slipping the bartender the money he had left. What a night this was shaping up to be.

[SHILOH BRIGHTON]

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The guy had ego. Nothing else, maybe, but he certainly had ego to spare. That, as his luck would have it, was a turn-on for the girl who normally made boys cower behind their fingerprint-smeared shot glasses. She smiled into the remaining sip of her drink. The night looked to already be a success. She wasn’t going to have to work too hard to get Nate smashed and it also appeared that she was getting a lap dance, courtesy of said boy. Getting laid, for once, seemed like the least of the prizes. Who would have guessed?

Circling the droplets of condensation from the glass until they slid obediently to the counter in little wet splashes, Shiloh murmured, “So, sleeping together is a guaranteed prize no matter who wins. it’s the lap dance that’s up for grabs. Nice. I’ve never gotten a lap dance from a guy before. I’m a little scared at the prospect…”

It was true. Shiloh had received many a lap dance from many a stripper. They didn’t bother her at all, truth be told. Moreover, she’d learned a thing or two from spending so many nights in the company of these talented women at the Pretty Kitty. They’d taught her how to do the things that meant the difference between a good night and really, really good night. For a few weeks, Shiloh had contemplated actually joining the ranks of adult entertainers. But she’d seen, fortunately, an incident involving Lotus and an unruly patron. Though she imagined herself always capable of defending her honor if need be, Shiloh would downright beat the shit out of any man who felt it was his right to handle her like that. So, all smoke-driven and vodka-wheeled dreams of being a stripper had evaporated. But not without her forging a few lasting friendships and even more permanent talents in its wake.

“Now giving them,” She proposed, slowly turning herself on her bar stool while lifting another glass to join her current shot, “That, I can do. Its not difficult. Then again, you won’t be the lucky one receiving it either. Not tonight, anyway. Maybe another night…far off in your distant future.”

Double-fisting her drinks in a manner reminiscent of frat boys across America (reminiscent really of Shiloh’s first spring break in Cancun), she tipped back two shots with relatively impressive ease. The first sign of being an alcoholic was that the alcohol stopped tasting bad. The second sign was double-fisting. Something like that. In any case, she gave herself another spin, the black material fluttering about her thighs. Terrible manners, terrible decorum. She’d be thrown right out of charm school and onto the street. Good thing that the only charming she was looking to do was right into Nate’s pants, which God-willing, wouldn’t require too much effort once the shots started to take hold. Slamming her little hand on the counter to halt her spinning about, Shiloh gave him the grin of a cat who was eyeing the canary.

“Let’s get the dancing over with. I don’t want to give you performance anxiety when it comes time for your strip tease.”

With that, she hopped off the stool and strode off in the direction of the dance floor. He would follow, she hoped.

STATUS: done!
WORD COUNT: 543!
MUSIC: obsessed - marah carey!

[NATE BASS]

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Until now, Nate hadn't realize what he had gotten himself into with Shiloh. Suggesting that a lap dance be her prize, was a very big mistake. Not only did Nate not know how to give a lap dance, but with the amount of shots he was taking, he didn't know if he was going to be able to stand up by the end of the night. Never in his many nights at a club had he met someone who drank shots with so much ease and oozed confidence from her pores. Sure he had met many a lady, but none stood up next to Shiloh. They would probably cower in her presence and puke up the number of shots Shiloh had already consumed. It left Nate quite baffled when he watched her double fist a couple shots and then proceed to spin around in her chair. Wasn't she feeling the least bit sick?

Once Shiloh slid off her seat and wandered onto the dance floor, Nate started to rethink his situation. If he was planning on giving a lap dance later on, which Shiloh was so sure of, he was going to have to stop drinking so much. But could he really show off his moves if he wasn't drunk? Nate looked to the bartender, giving him a look which was pretty self explanatory. Within seconds, two more shots sat in front of him, free of charge of course. Nate had ran out of money 30 minutes ago. Purposely, Nate took his time handling the shots. Once he got to the dance floor, he wanted Shiloh to be desperate for his company. Letting out a sigh, Nate picked up one of the shots and sent it down his throat, the burning causing him to wince. Before picking up the second glass he pu the lime to his mouth, sucking up the juices until the taste was gone. The second shot had the same execution but the burn wasn't as great and left him feeling a bit more lightheaded than before. It was dancing time.

Without a second thought, Nate slipped off his chair and turned toward the dancing crowd. Shiloh was no where to be seen but Nate wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to find her. He started to make his way through the crowd, pushing away people who got in his way. Finally he spotted Shiloh ahead of him, already dancing by himself. A smirk curled to his lips as he wandered toward her, spotting a few other guys staring at her while she danced. He was more than glad to come up behind her and wrap an arm around her torso, pulling her into his body. One of his legs snaked between hers, their bodies quickly molding together as they moved. Nate's head tilted to the side, his lips brushing against the bare skin on her neck, his teeth biting lightly at the skin. His hands ran down her sides, tugging lightly at her dress in the most suggestive way possible. While his hands continued to play with her dress, he moved his lips to her ear "Are you prepared to lose Shiloh?" He asked, his hot breath trickling on her skin "I can't wait to see your moves."