the city is at war
bless the young and rich


NOAH `


The upbeat tempo of Cobra Starship created an atmosphere inside of the club that could only be described as chaos. Buoyant as the music, the patrons of the club all danced heatedly with each other. The main focus of the room was the rave located on the crammed dance floor. Darkness was all around them, with the exception of an array of strobe lights that flooded the club with a display of explosive color. Although, this chaos as exactly what Noah Stone needed to complete his night. Against a pillar in the back of the expansive, crowded room, a small white package was exchanged for three twenty dollar pills. Noah stood mostly in the pillar's shadow, wearing a simple dark wash straight legged jean, and a pair of black and gold Creative Recreation high tops. On his chest was a light gray tee, and around his neck he loosely wrapped a very simple, darker gray scarf. His blond hair was shaped in to a slight frohawk, just as it always was. Taking a small glance around him, Noah made a discrete nod at the man whom he had just dealt to, and swept away from the scene nonchalantly without another word.

Noah had pocketed the bills by the time he reached the swarming bar, where he quickly found a vacant stool and perched himself upon it. An extremely attractive bartender approached him, and in between their flirtatious small talk, Noah managed to order a single Yager bomb. Within the span of thirty seconds, she delivered his drink and went along her way without much more conversing. Bartenders sure do know how to make their tips, he thought to himself, watching the woman work a few stools down from his own. Although, his mind was soon drawn back to what had been set in front of him. Cheers, Noah thought briefly as he dropped the shot of liquor in to his glass, proceeding to chug the contents without hesitation. "Ah," he spoke through his teeth quietly, feeling the burn of the alcohol in his throat.

Hopefully, this night would be a good one.


live it up while you can
.. we all lose in the end

NOAH STONE `


Rather rapidly, five fingers tapped continuously on the surface of the grunge, metal counter top anxiously. Noah had been watching his fingers move, up and then down, followed by a faint tap as each made contact with the hard surface, for a few short minutes; although, they felt like an eternity to him. Now glancing up, Noah began to observe all that there was around him, and as he did, his fingers ceased their antics. Across the way, the boy's hungry eyes stared as the exotic body of a dancing girl flowed with the music. Noah made a quick mental note that if he were ever to design dresses, he would make them much more scandalous. It's a crime for her to be covering that up, Noah thought to himself, eyes remaining on the movement of her chest. He couldn't really help himself, so blame what hung between his legs, and the alcohol, if you insist.

Although, with the passing of a few more seconds, the girl was swept away by a body-builder-type whom she clung too very affectionately. Obviously, all hope of making any sort of move on that particular girl vanished. Not to say that his mind did not continue to wander after she had left his line of vision, but simply that he was not exactly in the mood to be beaten on. Feeling the effects of the alcohol and the Red Bull within his blood stream, Noah took a deep breath in. Cigarettes, sugar, and the faint scent of a delicious perfume. Turning his head, Noah was intruded to know just exactly where the scene came from. Viola. The girl that sat beside him at the bar was not exactly Noah's "type", but that did not stop him from checking her out. He glanced slyly at the fragments of her body that he could obtain, and then directed his eyes towards her own, porcelain face. Leaning in towards her, he placed his lips just mere inches away from her ear, then whispered: "Can I buy you a drink?" in a deep, husky voice that nearly obscured his light British accent.

NOAH `


Noah was much more clever than most gave him credit for. Yes, he may not rake in the best marks in school, but that surely didn't rule out intelligence in him. Truth is, Noah would much rather spend his time doing things that he enjoyed: riding horses, hanging out with pretty girls, smoking weed, than going to school. But, of course, obligated by the force of his father's determination and will: here he was, struggling on. Yeah, maybe Noah did sometimes take advantage of what was handed to him, for many other people would die to live in his shoes, but in all honesty, he very rarely thought of it that way. Multiple private schools all over London and now the United States, with their incredibly expensive yearly tuitions, well... public school had just never been in his equation.

A smug smirk tugged at his lips, and a small light flashed in the boy's oceanic eyes. The girl whom he had offered a drink sure did jump to conclusions. Noah could not remember saying that he wanted to intoxicate her so that he would be able to have wild, drunken sex with her. Although, many girls often lead to this conclusion, and often enough, Noah was just as willing to follow through with the act as they were. Spare a few bucks, buy a few drinks, get laid. In all honesty, guys who often played the same cards as Noah did were criticized as players, or even womanizers, but when it all came down to it, the girls whom Noah took home were very willing companions. He surely didn't force them to smile, flirt, and drink the drinks he offered to pay for.

Undoubtedly, though, the words that the girl had strung together were what you could call "fuel to the fire" of Noah's ego. The boy drew back into his own territory, giving the girl her necessary space to regain an expression that would appear as comfortable. Right now, she looked pretty nervous. Noah observed her as she spoke, and even though his vision was slightly delayed thanks to Mr. Liquor, the boy was able to determine that she was indeed not a picture of his normal hook-up. Not that he had only offered her a drink in order to take her home, no. He was just bored, and entertainment came in many different shapes and sizes. Noah had noticed that she, like himself, was definately underage. Unknowing of if she knew his own age, Noah could only feel as if he had a slight advantage in this conversation.

Unnerved, and still smiling smugly, the boy retaliated, "Whoa, baby, I never said anything about taking you home. Your side of the bar just looked a little lonely, that's all." Noah gestured to the empty space in front of her on the bar, "But if you don't drink, you don't drink. I guess that people like you really do exist in a place like this." Noah felt a temptation to reach out and brush his finger tips against the back of her hand, but was not sure if he cared about the consequences or not. Without much more hesitation, Noah followed through with his thought. Obviously, he didn't care.


-ooc- Oh wow, sorry, I didn't mean to write that much! It just sort of just kept spilling out. x| And yes, he was talking to her.

NOAH `


As the girl recoiled from his touch, Noah glanced down and smiled softly. In a way, he was rather amused by the fact that she would not allow him to become any closer to her than he was right now. No leaning in, no touching, no nothing, it seemed. She has got to be underage, Noah thought to himself pensively, his eyes flickering across his porcelain face as he thought. The way that the girl acted gave Noah the impression that she was a tad bit intimidated by him, and the age that he faked. Hell, any teenage girl in their right mind should be intimidated by a seemingly of-age man in a bar. Noah could really care less what she thought of him, rather it be that she thought he was a pig, a player, or whatever it may be.. he was enjoying himself, in a somewhat twisted way, by playing with her emotions. Or, at least, attempting to. Who knew if he was succeeding. At least, Noah assumed that he had gained some success simply by the way that she reacted to him.

As the girl questioned his age, Noah answered without delay, a very well played out act, one that he had used many times before, "Today is my twenty second birthday, actually." He resisted asking her to help him celebrate, feeling as though he would save his A Game for later in the evening, if, that is, she hung around.

NOAH `


Contentment swept away the smirk from Noah's dull lips. For a second or so, he restrained himself from making a comment at the girl about the fact that it had been she who had initiated the coldness. Well, not technically, he thought with a faint sigh. The girl had never been cold to him, which was probably more than he deserved in the current situation; but instead, she had just been very foretelling of how the night was going to go. No, hands off, alcohol at a distance, don't take me home.

As the girl beside him stood up from her stool, Noah drug quickly spun his finger tip around the rim of his damp glass. "I appreciate the moral support," Noah finally chimed in, although keeping his back to her without avail. "You be sure to have a fair and decently sober night, too, alright?" Vision now spinning, Noah tilted his head back and shot the girl a small smile. You're such a drunk, Noah thought to himself. Leaving was her choice, and he had most likely driven her to it. Chasing after her would probably not be the best choice given his intake of the liquid goods tonight, and he came to the conclusion that she, as a girl he had no sexual interest in, was not worth the stumbling.