HOT NIGHT OUT -- siva

[vivienne annalise windsor]

The music roared as a long limo pulled up in front of the club. Nuovo was the hottest place in Tatum, and Vivienne was one of the hottest and most eligible bachlorettes on the island. Not that any guys had a chance with her, however. She played the vixen, the flirt, but she played with her men and never went any further than a kiss or two. She wasn't the serious type, and she was innocent, despite her looks suggesting otherwise.

Heels clicked against the cement as she made her way around the long line of hopeful entrants, immediately gaining access into the club and it's VIP areas. Oh, the priveleges of being rich. Vivienne took advantage of her wealth, but she was thankful for it. Not one of those spoiled rich kids that whined when she didn't get what she wanted. She was grateful for everything she had and all the oppurtunities she would get being in such an elite group of people. There were the downsides, like paparazzi and people faking to be your friend, but she had gotten good at dealing with both over the years. It was partially the reason she didn't date.

Ordering herself rootbeer, having no particular taste for alcohol that evening, she headed up to the VIP section of the club. It was packed, and the heat and smell of sweat lingered in the air. Music boomed loudly through the space, and people were grinding on the dance floor. She'd be there soon enough, but right now she just felt like sitting and relaxing. She knew she'd be swarmed once she got in the VIP area by those 'friends', the ones that pretended to be trustworthy who would only backstab her. It had happened before, and it would happen again if she let it. She had been taught that a bad reputation was easy to make, and hard to get rid of. She worked for her good-girl reputation, and she wasn't about to lose it.

A little flirting didn't hurt anyone, though. She sat on the seats, talking to some of the people there but her eyes lingered around the club for a potential conversation partner. The British beauty knew there'd be one eventually, and she knew she probably wouldn't be the one to have to approach. He'd come to her, like the always did. Though, for a change, she wanted to be the one to instigate a conversation. At this moment, though, it didn't really matter. She just wanted a boy to have a little fun with. Only time would tell if she found one worth her time.

Elise/Siva --TAGGED*
idk --WORDS*
Let the flirting begin! --NOTES*
LINK --OUTFIT*
made by HAILZ, picture from BING and the text is from QUEEF @ CAUTION 2.0 --CREDITS*