Off the Job

[[Jeni Lee : Danny : Graci]]

Graci stepped out of her 2006 Mustang GT and ran a manicured hand through her dark hair. She was clad in a pale pink tank top that revealed her lower stomach and a somewhat tight fitting denim mini-skirt that was shorter than fingertip length that revealed her long bronze legs. She picked up her Coach purse and rummaged through it, pulling out four twenty dollar bills a ten and two fives. She was always labeled as "rich girl" back home, which she was. However, she didn't flaunt her money around like most spoiled Daddy's girls. She touched up her perfect makeup and made her way into the club.

The warm air from inside hit her face and made her smile. She loved going clubbing. She knew her limits...now, after a somewhat 'rowdy' experience she had recieved from drinking a bit too much booze and getting a little too 'friendly' with a couple guys. She liked to flirt, this was definately her favorite past time. Her soft, sweet voice, soft locks of brown hair, and sweet, ice melting smile drew men to her. At age 21, she was able to legally drink and get into clubs...however, she had snuck into many bars and clubs back home, and had danced at a couple as a 'fun' thing to do. Although she did sometimes get rambunctious, she wasn't a 'ho' or 'whore' or 'slut' that she was sometimes labeled as.

Her spiked heels made a distinct noise as she made her way to the bar where she spotted several men, some of which were quite attractive. She flashed a flirtacious smile and then turned to the bartender who had gotten her attention. "I'll take a strawberry daquari," she said, her words rolling off her tongue in that You know you want me flirtacious accent.

A young man, about twenty two, approached her, moving behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. He whispered something in her ear and she giggled softly, her hazel eyes flickering. She smiled and nodded as she whispered "maybe later" in his ear, her soft lips brushing his cheek as her past words lingered on her tongue.

She sipped her drink slowly, tapping her nails upon the bar. She was off duty for now, however the next day she would be a member of the staff in the place, not only just a member of the club.

[[.Chance.Scott.Luke.]]

The door of his uncles old green Chevy pickup,slightly dressed in rust closed with a soft click.Scott himself was dressed in a faded red and yellow jacket and jeans,the jacket had the insignia of his old high school,the left side,with the name,Stars Hollow High, neatly printed on the right side.He never really was one for bars,preferring to curl up on the couch and watch a game and chug back a few beers with his uncle.But tonight his baseball team had won a game,that he,had been thoroughly expecting to be wiped across the floor at.They had actually won by a landslide,and Scott had managed to escape going out with the guys.It wasn`t that he didn`t like them,he loved his team,but when drunk these guys had a tendency to drink and drive,and that was just the kind of stuff Scott drew away from.

His hair was cut in a neat buzz,but not short enough as where you could see his scalp.Key dangling from his hand,he made his way into the building,squinting slightly against the dim light when he got inside.The bar looked good,and that`s where he headed.Steps measured and unique only to him,his brown work boots made a soft tapping sound upon the floor.Spotting an empty seat he sat down,waiting patiently for the bartender.

[[Jeni Lee : Danny : Graci]]

Graci took another sip of her drink and tossed her chocolate locks behind her shoulders. She heard the soft sound of shoes rising and falling near her, and then a body taking a seat. She glanced sideways and saw the form of a man. She rolled her eyes from boredom and glanced over. She offered a friendly smile that revealed her beautiful teeth. She fidgeted with her necklace and then took another sip of her drink. She was here to have a good time, to escape the pressures of the 'outside' world, and that was exactly what she was going to do.

[[.Chance.Scott.Luke.]]

Scott caught her in the corner of her eye,and saw her smile.He returned one of his own,slightly more laid back then hers.He wasn`t the most social guy,but he could be,you just had to pry him out of his shell.

[[Jeni Lee : Danny : Graci]]

She smiled to herself more than to the guy the next time. She offered a small wave as she sipped her drink again. She stood slowly, adjusted her skirt, and made her way towards the man. "Hi there..." she said softly. She extended her manicured hand..."I'm Graci." She wasn't looking for anything 'serious', not at the moment anyway. She wanted to have a good time...

[[.Chance.Scott.Luke.]]

He turned,facing the bar.He thanked the bartender quietly for his beer and took a sip,hunching slightly in his seat.This was fun.Well...it was supposed to be fun,but so far ,Scott could now certify there were at least 300 tiles on the floor.He turned quickly at her voice,a small smile forming on his lips,though he hid it."Hi Graci." he said,taking her hand and giving it a firm shake."I`m Scott." He never really had a way with girls,somewhat to shy,or to busy to actually notice them,or if he did,have time to do something about it.

[[Jeni Lee : Danny : Graci]]

She smiled. "Nice to meet you too." she said, her words soft, but audible. She ran a hand through her dark hair and took a sip of her red colored drink.

[[.Chance.Scott.Luke.]]

HE nodded slightly,taking a gulp of his amber hued beer.The taste was somewhat generic but he didn`t mind.A low sighed escaped his lips,but he looked up at her slightly curious.

[[Jeni Lee : Danny : Graci]]

She caught his curious stare, and she gave a puzzled look. "What, is something wrong with my face?" she said, her hands instantly moving to her face.