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Post by JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD on Jun 30, 2013 11:30:01 GMT -5
As long as Jordan was pretending to be a British rock star, she might as well party like one before she was found out. Getting into the club was no real trouble, she just flashed a sexy grin at the bouncer-- the see-through shirt helped too of course. Jordan never had trouble getting in places even when she wasn't pretending to be famous, but she'd never been somewhere as nice as this.
Roped off VIP section, large chandeliers with probably real gems, thumping music and colored lights, plush chairs and little side rooms hung with drapes for being alone. It was sexy and dark and Jordan had to admit she rather liked it.
Once inside, she figured she could get a drink and then flirt with guys to buy her the rest. She couldn't really afford these prices. Maybe someone in the VIP room would invite her in. Jordan doubted she could ull off the "do you know who i am?" bit again, this time on her own. Jordan figured she'd think about it while she drunk. Though, being drunk might make her forget her fake accent she now had to use all the time in order not to blow their cover.
"Vodka tonic, on the rocks," Jordan said to the bartender, only just remembering her fake accent in time. She leaned against the bar lightly, thankful for alcohol. It would loosen her up a little bit and maybe this role would get easier to play.
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Post by JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE on Jun 30, 2013 19:16:28 GMT -5
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notes; your outfit is a picture of another character?Justin sighed as he walked down the road all alone. Having just moed to the area was sort of a bummer to the pop star who was used to the crowds and the city life, along with the life of having friends constantly by one side or another. Being alone was something hard to adjust to and that's why the social butterfly looked into clubs on day two of being in the rather laid back tourist setting town. Having found a club stated as popping, exciting, and where all the somebody's go to have a good time, Justin couldn't help but to feel excited about going. Still, as he walked there all alone after parking the car a few blocks down the road, he felt empty inside. Being alone just wasn't something a social butterfly was good at and it wasn't something he was willing to ever adjust to. Walking up to the doors he could already hear the music bumping. Staring at the line he smirked a little with the right side of his lips and began heading for the back of the line. A few steps back and there was a hand landing on his shoulder. Justin stopped and turned to see a much larger in both height and width man standing there with a large grin on his lips below his thick brown beard. He instructed that Justin go inside without the wait in line and with a cheerful smirk he nodded and thanked the man, patting him on the back while walking into the club minus the line. Girls stared in total interest, probably more eager than before to get inside now. As much as Justin was looking for a woman to be his and only his, he couldn't ever consider a groupie or a complete fan to be the girl he settled down with. A fan would just know too much and only be in it for the fame and the say so. Justin barely gave those girls a look but did force a fake smile and wave to be polite as he usually was. Inside the club the music was louder than out of course. People danced but also talked and some even made out against the cushioned walls. Justin smiled bigger and brighter now that he was inside and looked around for a moment before deciding the bar was the appropriate place to go. Walking slowly he examined his surroundings but made it to the bar in no time at all. Leaning with both elbows on the counter tops he waved and a bartender came with haste. She smiled happily and took down his drink, serving it in just a couple of minutes. As his fingers wrapped around the cold glass of Gentleman's Jack on ice, he sipped at the harsh liquor. It burned on the way down and Justin's face scrunched slightly but he enjoyed both the feeling and the taste that was entering his body, his gut, and soon into the bloodstream. A couple of sips later and he was standing but leaning against the bar with elbows back on the counter top. Feet flat on the floor holding his slightly slanted body upright while head moved from one direction to the next. A woman's voice caught his attention and he turned to see a very beautiful girl beside him and ordering a drink. With a smile on his lips but not one forced nor was it over done, he stood up straight and leaned towards her so that he'd be heard over the music, but was careful not to invade the personal bubble space. "Hey! My names Justin. I'm new to town and read online this was a good place to meet people?" The last bit was more of an inquiry because he'd learned before that some women hated meeting new people and instantly assumed men were just trying to pick them up. Having women reply with venom in their voice he tried to be as polite yet straight forward as possible. [/size] |
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Post by JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD on Jun 30, 2013 19:42:59 GMT -5
Jordan was caught off guard when she heard someone talking to her, and she knew that voice... She turned and almost fell over. Justin Timberlake?! What was he doing down here? He belonged in the VIP section. Jordan was so close to fangirling a little, not that she was a huge fan but she never met famous people. But, Jordan remembered just in time that she was supposed to be a famous British rocker, and after staring a moment, she said, making sure to use the accent, "I'd have to live under a rock not to know who you are." She said with a coy smile.
She paused a moment, trying to look cool, as if she weren't star struck. "I'm Jordan." Jordan said, "Cheers." She held up her glass in his direction and then took a healthy sip. She had just met a super star in a club. Her sister was missing but this was certainly an adventure that had many positive twists thus far.
"Ya know they have a VIP section for ace people like you," Jordan said, adding "...me...us." Remembering that she too was supposed to be a muscician/singer. The club wasn't hard to get in, most of Aspen was famous or rich, or the people who worked for them. But stars got to go upstairs. Jordan shrugged lightly, still trying to act like all this was normal.
"I haven't been in town long either, but you know how it is, going around for tours, interviews, vacations," Jordan laughed lightly, feeling like a bit of a movie star, she was playing a role. "I'm always rather knackered from flying so much."
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Post by JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE on Jun 30, 2013 21:30:39 GMT -5
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notes; your outfit is a picture of another character? The girl turned around and instantly he felt the affects of her being a fan. He smiled though because she didn't attempt to force herself on him or wrap him in a hug. Hugging wasn't really Justin's thing and especially when it was a complete stranger. So rather than being turned off or feeling the need to get away, he was happy and smiled at her before letting out a little chuckle at her response. It wasn't often that someone didn't know who Justin was. Thankfully though that never really got to him and despite being known all around the world, or near to, he remained a humble guy. The type of guy who wanted to have fun in fact and he was aiming to have an exciting night for once. It had been about a week since Justin really went out and had a good time. Writing music and preforming made it difficult and then getting ready to move wasn't exactly the time to party either. "Nice to meet you Jordan." He said with his smile remaining on his lips and next thing he knew his drink was also going in the air for a cheers. Sipping a little bit more the drink was almost gone and the ice clinked to the sides of the glass as it became damp to his fingers touch. It was placed down on the counter and a bartender came over to refill it. He thanked the guy with a nod and a tip from cash in his back pocket. As he handed over the bill he heard Jordan comment on the upstairs level. Head and eyes tilted up but as soon as he looked down and was looking at the pretty blonde again all he could do was shrug. "Sometimes it's nice to get away from that life. I don't mind acting normal." The last bit of his comment sounded a little strange. "Not that people who aren't celebrities are normal in a bad way." He laughed at himself as he seemed to struggle over something appropriate to say. Thankfully Jordan stated something else and it was easy to change the subject. Sitting down on one of the stools, Justin picked up his glass and began drinking some more. His face scrunched up a little bit again and the glass went back to the counter just as he replied to Jordan. "You sing?" His face lit up with happiness because Justin absolutely adored a woman who was both beautiful and also had a singer's voice. On top of that, a woman that could play an instrument was absolutely amazing. "Do you play anything? Or ever want to learn? I have quite a few instruments I've learned to play in my free time. It be fun to teach someone. Especially a girl as pretty as you." As the liquor moved through his system more it loosened Justin up and also made him much more flirtatious. He had a feeling though that Jordan wouldn't mind. He hoped she wouldn't have a hard time going along with the flirting. All he could do for the moment though as he waited for her reply was smile, eyes locked on hers and struggling not to look her body up and down. [/size] |
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Post by JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD on Jun 30, 2013 21:41:31 GMT -5
She chuckled, "Yeah maybe but you'll get mobbed down here. You don't have to be famous to get in, being rich certainly helps, but you're an international star." Mostly she just liked the idea of being alone and special with him, but either way, she was chatting with Justin Timberlake of all people. She couldn't wait to tell Ray, even though she might not even know who he was... Ray was ridiculous like that.
Jordan drank more as he got all excited about her being musical. Technically speaking, Jordan had a decent voice, but she wasn't a singer, and nor could she play an instrument. This undercover musician deal was such a bad idea but she had gone too far now. "Yeah, back up vocals and drums," Jordan said, deciding she could sing and drum on the dashboard pretty well and that would have to be enough. "My mate does the main singing and guitar." She said. Maybe they were some sort of British hard rock, that didn't necessarily mean they had to really sing sing, and there was always autotune.
And then Jordan realized he was flirting with her. Justin Timberlake was flirting with her... She smiled at him, sweetly and seductively, "Well, I'd learn anything you were willing to teach me." She said, taking another sip from her glass. Jordan had always been a good flirt, at least that wasn't difficult, remembering the British accent was however.
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Post by JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE on Jul 2, 2013 19:34:14 GMT -5
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--------------------------------------------------------------- the dj on stage switched to a different song and did an incredible job on blending them together. justin's head turned to glance over, just for the sake of looking at the man on stage. his eyes were there for a brief period of time and in no time at all he was looking at jordan again. her comment made him chuckle but and he let his shoulders shrug a little before picking up the drink and taking another sip. it was almost done by this point but he wasn't about to have another drink and get totally wasted. that would just be embarrassing and since he was new to the area it didn't seem like a good idea to get smashed and look like a complete idiot to the very first person he'd met so far. so he kept the glass close to himself so that the bartender wouldn't feel the need to try and refill it just yet. meanwhile he replied to jordan's statement while at the same time standing up. "lead the way then." he said with a very cheerful smile while standing there and waiting for his tour guide to lead the way, even though it was very obvious where they had to go. justin was intrigued with the fact that jordan knew how to play the drums more than the fact that she could sing. a singer was sexy by all means but a woman that was able to play the drums and well was a major turn on to this celebrity. he smiled happily at hearing this but also about the fact that she was willing to learn something new too. knowing it usually wasn't the best idea to bring a fan back to where he was staying without knowing much, much more about them, he made a mental note that so far he was only visiting without truly knowing whether or not he would be moving there, and he could always easily switch to a different resort in the area if anything got weird. so far though, justin felt incredibly at ease with the girl and wanted to know more about her as well as have some company for a change. "well in that case you definitely need to come by, sometime. like i said i'm new to the area so i don't have anyone to hang out with and you seem like a really nice girl." his smile lit up a little bit but trying to keep it cool and calm he shrugged and let his smile fade a little bit. finally sipping the last of his drink he placed the glass down on the counter of the new bar. eyes glanced over the scenery which was now below him and then looked around for the first time at the upstairs area. it seemed a lot more laid back and he was thankful for taking jordan's advice about going upstairs. he found cushioned chairs that were along the wall and nodded towards them and for jordan to know to follow. sitting down he leaned back into the chair, arms on the slightly high arm rests and head turned to be able to peer upon the beautiful blonde's face while he talked to her. so you need to tell me more about yourself. i'm sure you know a bit about me but i don't know anything about you. no offense meant in that by the way." he chuckled a little bit, feeling a tiny bit rude by the statement but knowing that he truly meant nothing by it. "and you have to promise to let me hear you sing and play sometime." another bright smile appeared on his face right before opening up an arm and with the other hand patting his lap to indicate that the now rather buzzed justin wanted the girl to sit on his lap and not in the chair beside him. there was a flirtatious smile on his lips as he waited for her answer to his non-verbal inquiry slash invite.
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Post by JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD on Jul 2, 2013 20:05:55 GMT -5
Jordan figured being with Justin Timberlake of all people would definitely get her in the VIP lounge. They walked behind the velvet ropes easily. Jordan swung her hips as she walked, not too much more than usual, but Justin was behind her and she wanted him to have a view. At his insistance that she come over, Jordan smiled. "Anytime." Had she really just been invited to hang out with a celebrity? Jordan was ready to fall over on some level. But he wanted to know Jordan, the British rockstar, not Jordan the midwestern soccer player freshly graduated from UCLA. She took a deep breath and nursed her drink lightly as his compliment almost flew by before she registered it. She simply smiled at him, her biggest flirty smile.
"Oh but there's no mystery if I tell you about me," Jordan teased lightly, stepping closer to him as he motioned for her to sit on his lap. Jordan was more than happy to comply, slinging one arm around his shoulders to keep herself in place. Jordan sipped her drink with a free hand while she figured out what to tell Justin. He could try to do research on her made up band and know she was a fake... but maybe she could say that she wasn't a major band and hence the lack of websites?
"Well, I'm part of a British rock band, we're getting fairly popular in Europe, but we haven't really crossed over to America." Jordan said lightly, shrugging. "Her Majesty's Pleasure," Jordan said, wishing she could remember Ray's explanation of what that technically meant... something about the queen keeping you in jail however long she felt like it.
But she really didn't want to talk about herself, she was far more interested in him, and what his pleasure was. "But small talk seems silly when I'm in your lap." Jordan said coyly, perfectly willing to flirt with him. It wouldn't be hard.
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