drinking the night away ,

[indigo ellering']

Indigo stood in front of the long mirror, checking her reflection. She had to get out of the dorm, the school, only after a week it was getting too much. You weren't allowed alcohol on the school site, she was stuck without it. Being only seventeen meant she couldn't get into the clubs either, for the first time in her life she wished she was at home. With her father who had an endless amount of alcohol which she could just go and get without asking. Instead, she was stuck in a posh school for the arts, in the middle of London, with only one or two nightclubs nearby. She starred at her reflection once again, she looked over eighteen, right? Deciding that she did, a smile spread across her pale cheeks as she ran to her wardrobe.

Indie pulled out a black tank top and a mini skirt, she had to have the attire if she didn’t want to get IDed. Slipping them on with a pair of skin coloured tights, she looked down on her outfit. Perfect. Looking in the mirror once more, she grabbed a brush and tugged it through her wavy hair, before applying eyeliner and mascara. She definitely looked older than seventeen. A smile spread across her cheeks as she snatched up her mobile phone and looked at the time. It had just turned eight o’clock, not too early, not too late, everything was working out for her tonight. Grabbing her keys, money and slipping her mobile in her pocket, she strolled to the door and pulled it open, stepped outside and slammed it behind her.

The city of London was confusing, even more so when it was dark. Homeless people were wandering the streets, causing a shudder to go throughout Indigo, nobody walked around homeless in Melbourne. Indigo walked past many buildings, none that seemed to be nightclubs or even anywhere that sold drinks. It was busy, though, and Indie was pretty sure she was lost. Biting down on her lip hard, she heard blasting music a couple of doors away. Finally. She casually walked for wards to the building and starred in the doorway of it, many people were dancing and having fun. Looking at her high heel clad feet, she bit down on her lip once more, the plan was seemed stupid now. Sighing deeply, she shook these feelings away and walked forwards, confidently. The bouncer looked the petite girl up and down, before letting her into the club. “Thank you.” she said, her Australian accent very distinct.

Indigo stepped into the crowded room and headed straight towards the bar where many people surrounded. She pushed forward and leant on the bar, pulling out some money from her pocket. “A Malibu and coke, please.” she said, her accent clear once again. The man nodded and poured the drink, handed it to her as she gave the money. Dee necked the drink there and then, already feeling a little tipsy. It was good that she had a petite figure, or it would take a lot more to get her drunk.

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[Carter Garret]

Of all the places to go at eight o'clock at night The End was the hottest spot in town. All of the students from Hoffman Academy knew about the club and the majority of them spent at least one night a week there. In Carter Garret's case it was more like five or six nights a week. What else did he have to do? Since he started at Hoffman carter had been haunting the dark corners of the club. Sure, he'd had him moments where he was the on on stage. Tonight had actually been one of those nights. Carter didn't actually have a band he belonged to but every so often there would be a group that needed a guitarist to sit in, and Carter willingly volunteered. Tonight the group had been a rather shite band from Liverpool that had attempted to revive Mersey beat. They hadn't even come close to succeeding. In Carter's mind he had been the best part of the show, though he usually felt that way after a performance.

When the band was finished Carter had retreated to his usual corner with a Guinness in hand. He'd spend the rest of the night scanning the room for someone who seemed interesting. Usually he wouldn't find anyone. That, or they would approach him. He preferred it that way. Why else do you think he sat in the corner playing the brooding musician card? That was the only way he figured her could attract women. Plus, it worked. They would see him on stage playing, and then he'd disappear. They'd spend several minutes looking for him and when they finally spotted him across the room it was like they'd found buried treasure. Sometimes they would bounce across the room and begin talking his ear off about things he really had no interest in. That was his cue to get up and go home. Other times things would work out a bit better and the two would leave together. Tonight he was hoping for the second option.

Carter was on his fourth Guinness when a petite girl wandered in the club. He hadn't seen her before but her look was quite intriguing. There was something about her that made her different from the other girls dancing around the club in shot skirts. It was quite unusual for Carter to approach a girl. would today be one of those rare nights? He downed the last of the beer and stood up, heading toward the bar. "Another, Guinness." He muttered to the bar tender as he glanced sideways at the girl standing next to him. "Malibu and coke, eh?" He asked her curiously. Most of the time students just ordered rum and coke. He'd never heard someone be so specific about the type and flavor of the rum.

[indigo ellering']

Indie was leaning against the sticky bar of the club, teenagers pushing in every direction against her. It seemed like she wasn’t the only alcoholic here. “Malibu and coke, eh?” an unfamiliar voice rung through her ears. Looking down at her nearly empty glass, she gave a distinct nod and took another sip of the drink. The liquid ran down her throat and a smile spread across her lips as she looked in the direction the voice had come from. Looking at the boy who had approached her, she recognized him from the band that had played on stage before. The relatively terrible band that had played on stage, mind. It seemed like the guy was the only one who had any talent whatsoever, and he was good looking, of course. Indigo saw girls around her giving her nasty looks, it was apparent that she wasn’t the only one who thought he was good looking.

“Indeed.” she said, raising the glass up to examine it. “Guinness, eh?” she said, intimidating his comment. Of course, it sounded completely off because of her accent, and a grin spread across her face as she realized how stupid she sounded. Starting over, she put down the glass and held out a hand “Indie.” she introduced, the smile appearing on her soft face once more. The girls behind the unfamiliar boy were starring at him, envious of Indigo who had the privilege to talk to him. She found this funny, although, nobody ever envied her.

Taking the last gulp of her delicious drink, she felt the alcohol burn down her throat, causing her to feel a little more loose. Her joints relaxed a little and she brushed her wavy brunette hair out of her block brown eyes. The guy before her seemed different to all the other around, who just seemed like jerks trying to look up girls skirts. Yes, that is was some of the guys were doing. Indigo thought this was disgusting, the guys in Melbourne were respectful, of course except if they were high or drunk, but everybody is different when they are drunk. Looking up at the boy once more, she watched him intently. He was definitely different, right?

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[Carter Garret]

Of all things Carter had expected a friendly response and introduction had not been at the top of his list. Usually when he attempted to talk to girls in bars they were so drunk it went straight to heavy petting. This girl was apparently sober. though, as long as she continued to put back drinks like the one she'd just had, the sobriety would not last for long. "Yeah Guinness. It's the only beer I'll drink." That wasn't necessarily true. When he'd been int he states Carter had discovered something called Newcastle, but it wasn't easy to find over here. So, Guinness became his drink of choice, which didn't bother him. It was more potent anyway. Though, when it came to potent alcohol Carter really would have preferred to just down a bottle of rum. that would have made the road to intoxication much much shorter, but it also would have made his night shorter, and that meant less time to chat girls up. Now he couldn't deprive people of his company right? That would be cruel.

Carter glanced around the room quickly to see that half of the girls in the place where staring at Indie with looks of serious distaste. At that point he could help but smile slightly and shake his head. "The name's Carter, Carter Garret." He said after recovering from his short but effective ego boost. "I haven't seen you around here before." He added, quickly. Seeing as he was here every night Carter knew most of the girls in the room and they knew him. Some of them knew him too well. So, Indie was either new to the area completely or tonight she had decided to do something that was out of character for her. Something made him think it was the first. No girl who walks into a bar and orders a Malibu and coke is new to the bar scene. Thats just not how it works.

Most of the people who hung out here were students at Hoffman Academy, the prestigious arts school just down the road a bit. no, most people wouldn't expect "gifted students" to have fake I.D. s in order to sneak in places they shouldn't be, but that was the case with the majority of the students. However, some didn't need fakes. Indie, wouldn't need to flash any sort of I.D. to get in. She was so attractive the bouncer would let her in based on that alone. Carter, who didn't get in on his looks, got in on his talent. He knew the manager pretty well and over time had come to know the staff. Like I said before this was more Carter's home than his dorm room. Some people would find that shameful and others would think it was a turn on. Carter didn't really care what people thought of him. Unless it was the girl he was standing next to trying to chat up. Then he cared a great deal. In fact, all he could think of at this point was Indie's impression of him. Would she push him away and find some other guy to talk to, or would the two hold a conversation all night long? It could go both ways.

[indigo ellering']

Carter Garret. the name had quite a ring to it, although she expected nothing less of the boy. Although, the name that she had been told had sounded awfully familiar, she had definitely heard it before from somebody. "Carter Garret" she whispered, thinking over in her head. She had it. Razz Perkins' enemy. It was him! Although, she had never imagined him to be half as attractive as he was. She had expected some kind of monster who didn't have any talent and was hated everybody, but apparently not. Indigo hesitated on whether to leave right there and then, be sort of... faithful to Razz, but maybe she could use this to her advantage. So, Razz was her out of control crush, and he was no longer single. No, he was dating Alexis Channing, Indie's roommate and she disliked her immensely. She gave the boy a flirtatious smile and ran a hand through her chocolate brown hair.

"You were really good up there." she said matter of factly, referring to his performance ten minutes earlier. It was indeed true, he was a very talented musician, and there was no wonder why all the girls seemed to be crazy about him. Indigo turned back to the bar, leaning on the sticky surface. "Same again." she said with a swift smile to the bartender, and she handed him the amount due, taking the drink and turning back to Carter. She took a sip of the alcoholic beverage and felt her drink soothe her throat, oh how Indigo loved alcohol. "Do you go to school, or a school or anything?" she asked politely, although she knew very well that he did. She knew that he went to Hoffman Academy, the school she attended as well.

Indigo Ellering had a plan. A plan that should be fool proof. Okay, so the plan was nothing like what she would do, but at the moment everything seemed to be going wrong for her. She had been here a total of four weeks and she had already developed a crush and an enemy, and now they were dating, she had to do something about it, and that was where Carter came in. She knew very well Razz would be outraged if he knew that Carter and her had been hanging out, but that was the point. Make him jealous. Well, surely it wouldn’t hurt, Carter seemed like a decent boy and he was better looking than many other people she had interacting with. The ideal plan. With another smile, she raised her glass to her lips and took a gulp of the drink she loved dearly.


ooc , i carried on with the love square plot, if that's okay.