The Tracks
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:44:19</strong>
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				The axles of the car – a Murcielago Roadster that usually received a lot more attention than her – juddered as they crossed the train tracks that symbolically divided the city in half.<br><br><div align="center">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4831983355_1c005258aa.jpg)</div><br>The leafy avenues of Uptown almost at once gave way to narrower streets lined with decrepit brickwork buildings, the dull red and grey broken by loops and slashes of colour, the graffiti like tribal markings illegible to Megan's culture. The car looked just as out of place as its driver and passenger; Bryan's neatly trimmed hair, his preppy clothes, the car's immaculate paintjob made it look like a flashy bit of costume jewellery amidst the grime and detritus of downtown. All the other cars she saw flash past were older, dinged up, and in most cases overcrowded; most of the ones on the sides of the street were sans tires, windscreens, and in some cases engines. Gone were the fashion boutiques, the cafés, the pet stores she was used to... pawn shops, liquor stores and seedy bars seemed to have sprung up like mushrooms in their place.<br><br>Then again, was it really so different in moral character from the opulent suburbs she had grown up in, just shorn of the image and pretension of virtue? They passed a school, surrounded by chainlink fence and with broken windows; that that make it more dangerous or unwholesome than the one she'd attended herself, or had the daggers there just been hidden behind whitened smiles? One thing seemed sure... that shorn of that stuff, stultifying mask, it was more lively here: she could hear the sounds of revelry and feel the thumping bassline of the party long before they got there.<br><br>Bryan grinned as he pulled the conspicuous car over to the side of the road, seemingly taking the suspicious or calculatingly mercenary looks it was getting as compliments. “Hey, relax,” he said, leaning over a brushing a loose slip of dusky copper hair from Megan's cheek. “I know a guy who knows a guy who told me about this party... that's practically as good as an invitation. You always said you wanted to attend a Downtown block party, right? We'll see some of my homeboys here,” he added, as if he'd ever had such a thing. Getting out of the car without looking what he was doing, Bryan grimmaced as a bottle cracked and broke under his shoe. “Man, these were brand new...” he muttered, before chivalrous rounding the car to help Megan out of her side.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.booooooom.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/block_party_vancouver_11.jpg)</div><br>It was hard to spot an epicentre for the party; true to its name, it seemed to have sprawled across an entire neighbourhood, snaking in and out of several different buildings. A turntable had been set up and was blaring out rap, the music warring with jittery techno and snarling punk from other speakers, creating a cacophony of moods. The crowds milled and buffeted under the streetlights, laughing and heaving together in tight, intimate knots of dancers or rings of conversation. People were dressed in black leathers, denim that was genuinely dirty and ragged, not shop-processed to make it look that way, shirts and jackets declaring allegiance to bands she'd barely heard of. There were certainly a lot more tattoos, piercings and oddly-dyed heads of hair than she was used to. Bottles of beer, plastic cups of malt liquor and stronger things were passed around or hoarded. Someone thrust a drink into Bryan's hand, and he nervously demurred, babbling about how he had to drive; oblivious to the fact the donor wasn't paying a scrap of attention to him, and just needed somewhere to put the cup while he was busy groping the ass of the girl he was dancing with.<br><br>Like a whirlpool, the crowd seemed to pull them in, even as the sneers and glares Megan felt directed at her and her boyfriend told her how out of place they were.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 02:16:57</strong>
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				Megan didn't know how to feel about this last minute decision to dive into a random party she haven' t even heard about, something that rarely happened as Megan was usually invited to any and all parties in her part of town. Of course she was aware that Bryan liked to show off and most likely had picked up on this through the grape vine, she just wondered why on Earth he would want to take her to one of these downtown parties when she always heard such terrible things happened at them. <br>Of course Megan was deeply intrigued by the idea, she'd never dared go yet, due to her girlfriend explaining to her just how dangerous it was, though she did have a few who'd attended the parties and hadn't shut up about what fun they were. Obviously her plan had been to attend one with a group of girls but, instead she'd been dragged down by her boyfriend, a man who was too young, rich, and well.. cocky to fit in with this rough crowd. <br><br>The fear was soon joined with excitement however as the sound of loud thumping bass and the electric energy of a large crowd began flowing through her senses, clearly one hell of a party was happening and Megan imagined this was going to be a good time. <br>She was grateful she hadn't brought a purse, only her blackberry, she knew carrying a bag with her possessions was stupid in this part of town, especially in a big crowd. <br>She stepped out of the car and was instantly glad she'd worn tight jeans and a long t-shirt, anything that showed more skin would definitely merrit some groping and she was definitely not int he mood to be pawed at by strangers. <br><br>"I really don't think this is your scene, or mine for that matter" Megan said, a light warning as she was lead through the crowd and watched as people interacted, danced, or were outright close to having sex in the middle of the street. Something about the shame, danger, and intensity of the situation had Megan highly excited and she was quickly looking forward to seeing how the whole night would unfold. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 10:44:19</strong>
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				They stood out like two sore thumbs in the undulating crowd of the party, but Bryan dismissed Megan's concern with a puff of his lips. “You worry too much, Meegs,” he grinned, taking her hand and tugging her after him. “We're just here to keep it real and represent Uptown!”<br><br>Nevertheless, he kept as tight a grip as he could on her wrist, until the pressures within the crowd pulled them apart. Megan found herself adrift in the sub-cultural currents, being jostled between gangsters with prison-hard bodies, metal-faced alt rock fans, hard-drinking bluecollar workers letting their hair down and drug-addled dancers. At her height, she was used to feeling lost in a crowd, but tonight that feeling was only exacerbated by the unfamiliar faces of the tough-looking men and just as tough-looking women that loomed out of the celebratory mass. A heavy-set guy gave her a calculating gaze from behind his dark glasses, but apparently she didn't measure up to the buxom, biker-looking check already grinding against him. There was a feral energy in the air, though. It filled Megan's lungs like gunpowder, energised her veins like lightening. It was as if life here was rawer, more vibrant than anything she had experienced on her side of the tracks.<br><br>The crowd's jostling eventually moved her towards the sides of one of the buildings, an old fashioned house with a narrow strip of lawn on which sat a Ford up on cinderblocks, scattered empty bottles and a few collapsed or amorously entwined revelers. There was a porch in front of the house with a few tatty armchairs and a couch that had been dragged out into the open, on which sat and sprawled a subset of the partygoers. They were young-ish, though still mostly older than her, yet bore themselves with a hard watchfulness.<br><br>One particularly eyecatching guy looked down at her from where he leaned against an arm of the sofa. He was, Megan had to admit, <em>hot</em>; tall, with longish, wild hair, a broad shouldered frame of lean muscle with a tapered waist revealed by the sleeveless vest he wore. Intricate tattoos coiled up one wiry arm as he looked Megan over, tapping his bottle against his knee before rising and stepping forward to lean over the carved wooden railing of the porch. His pale, wicked eyes twinkled in the streetlights.<br><br>“You don't belong here,” he said in a husky drawl, his tone not overtly hostile, and oddly... sensual.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 11:10:52</strong>
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				It was hard to not tell her boyfriend he sounded like a complete douche but, thankfully the pushing crowd muffled any comments she might have to throw at him now that she was uncomfortable and out of her element. Of course she regretted being annoyed with Bryan the moment they separated and she suddenly found herself lost and smothered by the massive crowd of bodies moving in all different directions. <br>Megan was quickly realizing just how much she didn't belong in this scene, especially now that she was by herself and definitely being watched by everyone who passed her. Clearly her clothing stuck out, people purposely bumping her in all directions as they realized she was one of the less&nbsp; loved uptown kids. <br><br>Strangely enough, she felt herself pulled in still, loving the energy given off by everyone around her, it was sick and addictive, she wanted to be one of the people writhing around and partaking in all sorts of danger. <br><br>digging in her picket, Megan pulled up her phone and dialed Bryan, no answer, thus a text message was sent as the petite redhead looked for a way out of the crowd, possibly skirting the group would give her some kind of point to tell Bryan to find her at. Though finding a place she could actually stand at for an extended period of time would be the difficult part, she was constantly being moved, groped, pushed, and of course spoken dirty to by passers by in the crowd. Clearly these people could smell fear and naivety and she was sure it was coming off of her in waves, she was sure that the women here would laugh at the fact that she'd only had sex once or twice in her life, with one person. <br><br>Finally being shoved out of the crowd, Megan found some footing and a two foot space she could claim as her own, so she leaned against a wooden railing and pulled up her phone once more to check for a text response from her boyfriend, which of course, she hadn't received. Megan imagined he'd run back to the car to ensure its safety, something that caused her to scowl, she was growing to hate that stupid car. Bryan always seemed to freak out if anything so much as imposed a threat to its tires. <br><br>She jumped when she heard someone address her, her inward seething had caused her to lose focus on what was happening around her. She turned to face the young man that teenage girl's dreams were made of and took a moment to focus before offering a weak and scared smile. <br>"I know, I'm sorry, I don't, I.. I'm lost" she stammered, unsure of what to say, something about him drew her in and made her want to climb into his lap, a thought that caused her to blush awkwardly. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 01:39:56</strong>
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				TJ's pale jade eyes watched the girl, seeing her unease and distress and being so out of place – and evidently, alone. It amused him. But, surprisingly, he also found his gaze appreciating what he saw as it skimmed down her slim, jean-clad hips and legs, the shirt that cleaved tight enough to her figure to tantalise with the subtle curves below, and the sangria-red hair that tumbled down her neck. Young, fresh faced... cute, in a word. Not a look he usually went for, but something about the girl's appearance and predicament caught his attention.<br><br>Catching hold of the railing, he launched himself up and hopped down from the porch to the same level as her with a twist of muscular ease. He hit the ground with a thump, knees bent, and rose smoothly upright. Even without the height of the wooden deck he towered over her; there was at least a foot between them, not even counting the thick soles of his steelcapped boots. TJ loomed, but also slouched against the rails, cocking his head as he met her eyes with a casually challenging stare, his natural, intense presence making it seem as if he was cornering her, even though there was plenty of space she could retreat into.<br><br>“Little Red Riding Hood, got lost on the way to gramma's house?” he smirked, taking a slug from his beer as his gaze shamelessly looked over her body again. He shrugged at her apology. “Free country. Free party. But you... you're not from around here. Shouldn't you be dancing to Kesha with your girlfriends at a slumber party, braiding each other's hair and dreaming about Prince Charming?”
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 04:50:54</strong>
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				Megan shifted in an uneasy manner as she watched this man check her out, sure he was attractive and held an alluring danger about him but, she wasn't about to look too vulnerable. This man reminded her of a predator, some sort of top carnivore that was currently circling her, the young one who was separated from her heard. <br>Watching carefully as TJ jumped over the railing, she didn't move, glued to the spot as her nerves built and she realized she was quite vulnerable and very much at his mercy. <br><br>Her boyfriend was taller than her, possibly taller than this stranger but had nowhere near the same presence, Megan actually felt smaller as she looked up at TJ. He seemed so relaxed in such a hectic crowd, something Megan found herself unable to understand, even the people who looked like they belonged in the crowd looked wild and highstrung. <br><br>Returning her focus to TJ's face, Megan couldn't help but admire the way he looked, he could have easily played the misunderstood bad boy in any film hitting the theaters. Of course, she snapped herself out of dreamworld soon and listened to what he said to her. <br>"Should you know who Kesha is?" She replied, a small chirp of her own as she couldn't imagine a man like this knowing of the flavor of the week popstars tossing out dance songs. The idea of him knowing anything to do with pop music entertained her greatly, and though she was nervous about taking a little poke back at him, Megan did her best to hold her ground and look somewhat confident.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 05:52:22</strong>
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				The girl seemed half-frozen in place as he came down to meet her, not quite the rabbit in the headlights but still... appealingly vulnerable. Idly, TJ wondered whether to scare her off or take advantage of her fragile confidence; she was pretty, for such a petite little thing. He didn't other to look back; he could imagine the looks on his compadres' faces, variously amusement, impatience, confusion or dislike. Why was he playing with this spoiled little brat who'd come round their side of the tracks like she was on safari with the big, bad animals? Kick her out or have some fun. Instead, though, he decided to test her.<br><br>TJ smirked at her verbal jab, and ignored the question. He reached out, one large but deft-fingered, calloused hand sliding around her flank and into the crook of her per the words so close to her ear she could feel his hair brushing her cheek. Without waiting for a reply, he moved off towards the crowd, which was undulating to some derrrty south rap beats that seemed to throb up from out of the ground itself. He pulled her after him, and when they were brought up short by the density of other dancers she slammed into his front, her body briefly crushed to the chiselled hardness of him, feeling his warmth against the night air.<br><br>Still holding her by the back while his other hand formed a fist and punched towards the sky at the rapper's urging, TJ began to move to the raucous song. He had a sinuous grace in his long, hard limbs and balance in his strong torso, and a sinful way of moving his hips. Hair tossed back, he radiated forbidden appeal and masculine sexuality, dragging Megan hard against him as his clear green eyes burned into hers.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 07:07:51</strong>
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				Megan was almost entranced by TJ now, altogether forgetting about Bryan and choosing to follow this dangerous new man as he pulled her out onto the dance floor. Music she'd never even heard of was playing and people were writhing against each other in all directions, something that reminded her of a highschool dance on speed. <br>She didn't think, just moved against her new companion to the beat of the music, her hips grinding into his, hands sliding up his chest to grip to the material covering his torso. <br><br>Megan was actually enjoying this moment, dancing with someone she knew she shouldn't be near, lest her parents have heart attacks. Instead she was freely pushing herself against him and dancing almost inappropriately. Nothing mattered, not names, not the time, not what was going to happen when she was finally tracked down, instead she chose to just go with this. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:16:06</strong>
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				TJ's almost-embrace seemed to protect them from being crushed or jostled by the heaving crowd. It was public and intimate all at once; bodies brushing and bumping into them from all sides, yet no one paying attention to anyone else. Taking advantage of this, his fingers raked along the length of her arms, pulling them around him, before his own hands settled around her hips and waist, pulling her towards him in a grind. A low, passionate grunt broke from his lips against her ear, and she felt him pressed to her stomach, large, and getting harder. “Mmmhhh. You don't dance bad for an Uptown girl. So, let's find a quiet spot round the corner, and...” TJ's touch trailed along the gap of bare skin between her jeans and shirt, his other hand cupping her ass and squeezing the pert little curve tight, until...<br><br>“<em>Megan?!</em>”<br><br>Indignation made Bryan's voice come out as a harsh squeak. Those that heard him over the music parted, forming a gap in the crowd that he awkwardly shouldered into. He gazed at her angrily. “What are you doing? Who is that guy? Why were you dancing with him!?”
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 10:15:45</strong>
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				Despite being with a stranger, Megan actually felt oddly safe with this dangerous man wrapped around her, she wasn't being pushed around and crushed by the crowd now. She liked the feeling of being surrounded by a crowd and still having a private moment with this shiny new stranger who had her captivated without any real effort. <br>Something about TJ made her want to be bad, stay out all night, do something crazy and revel in it in the morning when she slid back in her room and crawled under her covers, pretending she'd been on a date all night. <br><br>It was lucky her parents didn't really keep tabs on her, not to mention she slept at the other end of the massive house, she could blast music at five in the morning and no one would hear her. <br><br>A grin actually spread across her face when she felt him pull her closer, the feeling of him wanting her actually was a major ego boost and encouraged her to press herself fully against him and grip tighter when he pulled her arms around him. <br><br>The sound of Bryan's voice hardly registered at first but, reality slapped Megan in the face and she soon stepped back quickly and looked up at her obviously upset boyfriend. <br><br>"Dancing, I couldn't find you. I texted you, you didn't reply" Megan said, responding quickly and trying to avoid a scene, she didn't want Bryan freaking out in front of these people. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:43:04</strong>
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				Rough fingers dug into the back of her jeans as the redhead willingly pushed herself against him. Megan felt a low, stifled grunt in TJ's chest as her stomach rubbed against his growing hardness, and the way he gripped her indicated his approval. He leaned forward with teasing intimidation, forcing her to bend backwards a little as he kneaded her ass and gave her a smoldering look. Oh, she looked like a good little princess... but he could feel a yearning to be bad simmering just below the surface. TJ looked forward to seeing just how naughty this babe could get now that she was in his world.<br><br>He raised an eyebrow at the indignant snarl from the preppy-looking guy who was trying to force his way through the crowd. Looks like princess Megan wasn't here alone. TJ sized up the competition lazily; he had height and strength over the Uptown boy, who looked about as dangerous in a fight as a wet pillow. He smirked insultingly, cocking his head. He&nbsp; let her turn around to face the guy, but kept his arms looped around her possessively, his cock nuzzling at Megan's back as Bryan grew more irate.<br><br>&nbsp;As he saw the tall, muscular thug fondling his girlfriend, Bryan's fists balled, then relaxed nervously as he reached to grab Megan by the arm. “Get your hands off her, man. Megan, <em>c'mon</em>,” he snapped pettily.<br><br>TJ's hand moved, smacking Bryan's away. “I think that's lady's choice, 'man',” he drawled. The crowd, sensing the building tension, hooted and hollared their approval, forming a widening ring around the three.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:10:28</strong>
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				As she turned to face her boyfriend, Megan could see the frustrated look on his face. He was obviously upset with her but, she had spent close to an hour searching for him in the massive crowd. <br><br>Seeing Bryan grab at her caused even more frustration. Megan was growing tired of him treating her like an object, something he showed off to people. <br>Also, having to compete with a car for attention was driving her to hate the very concept of her relationship with Bryan. <br><br>"What am I doing?" Megan replied, staying close to TJ, not leaving the safety net his arms were providing. <br><br>"What have you been doing? I looked for you for an hour, you haven't even texted me back. What, did you happen to walk by and see me, then remember I was here?" She asked, growing angry with him now. <br><br>Of course this could have been a highly stupid move in the long run, Megan wanted away from Brya right at that moment. <br>She would cab home and not have to deal with him requesting a blow job during the ride. <br><br>"Goodbye, Bryan" Megan said simply, turning back to face TJ and completely cutting her now ex boyfriend out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 11:00:22</strong>
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				Bryan's lips flapped indignantly, trying out a half-dozen excuses to try and placate Megan. The crowd chuckled at him, and he flushed angrily, emasculated before a horde of strangers he desperately wanted to impress. That shame made him reckless.<br><br>TJ's arms held the petite young woman tight as she turned in his embrace, her face snug against his broad, firm-muscled chest. The taller man smirked at Bryan, who balled his fists and lurched forward. “Don't you turn your back on me, bitch! And you, you get your fucking hands...”<br><br>Shoving Megan quickly out of the way, TJ darted forwards with a snarl and parried Bryan's punch, their forearms smacking together bruisingly hard. The fight didn't stay at arm's length, exchanging punches and feints for long though; it devolved rapidly into a tangled, vicious grapple. The two men yanked at each other's clothing, trying to pin arms and jab elbows into each other. Bryan grabbed a fistful of long fair hair, and got a forehead to the nose for his troubles. TJ's greater strength allowed him to overpower Bryan, forcing him hard to the muddy ground with an outrushing of air. Bryan;'s knee jerked against TJ's hip, but the Downtown boy managed to smack Bryan's skull down hard, dazing him.<br><br>TJ rose to his feet, grinning at the few cheers and whoops the dispersing crowd threw his way. The fight was over, and most of them were content to get back to drinking and dancing. TJ planted a vindictive boot in Bryan's kidney, making the prone man shriek in pain, then winced and smoothed back the scalp that had been yanked in the fight. He turned and gave Megan a heated, wickedly predatory look, holding something up – Bryan's keys, which he'd pick-pocketed in the clench.<br><br>“Coming?” he drawled at her, turning and walking towards the cars with a cocky swagger (only slightly uneven due to his bruised hip).
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 19:43:50</strong>
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				Megan squeaked when she was thrown out of the way by TJ and stumbled before being caught by an onlooker. After steadying herself, Megan turned to see the vicious fight and covered her mouth, obviously scared as she witnessed her first real fight. <br><br>Staying frozen to the spot, she watched as Bryan was easily defeated by the tall blonde man who seemed interested in claiming her. <br>No sympathy came from Megan as she knew Bryan would have struck her if he had the chance. <br><br>Watching TJ straighten up after the scuffle, Megan looked more in shock than anything else. She was a good girl after all, she didn't like to see people fight. <br><br>Watching the keys dangle, the petite girl moved forward as if on auto pilot. <br>"Are you going to take me home?" She asked, nerves piled in her voice as she followed him. Her question could have been taken as stupid but, she imagined he wasn't going to keep the car for too long. She knew Bryan would call the police and claim it stolen, and of course point a finger at her. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:26:56</strong>
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				Moving easily through the crowd, TJ lead Megan out beyond the periphery of the party. He snatched up a bottle of Jack Daniels as he passed a table that had been set up on the pavement and took a sip as they pressed through the dancers and knots of people arguing and conversing. Seeing Bryan's car up close for the first time he stopped and sneered, but moved over to the driver's side and swung himself over the door and into the seat, carefully not spilling a drop of the drink.<br><br>He rested his arm on the seat, cocking his head at Megan and the empty passenger's seat. TJ sprawled lithely on the leather, settling himself in, pushing the seat back to make room, flippantly checking himself in the rear view mirror and flicking the keys into the ignition. “What's your name, anyway?” he drawled, looking her up and down as he waited for her to join him.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:44:04</strong>
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				Megan followed after TJ quickly, knowing she'd get lost if she fell too far behind in the constantly moving crowd of people. <br>It was amazing anyone could find their way through the masses, though Megan did have a distinct disadvantage of being shorter than ninety percent of the people in this crowd. <br>She was glad TJ was so tall, it was going to be difficult to lose sight of him. <br><br>Once they had arrived at the car, Megan was almost apprehensive to get in with him. <br>She did however and soon pulled her seatbelt on as she watched TJ carefully. <br><br>"Megan" she replied, only then realizing they hadn't really been introduced yet. <br>"What about you?" She asked quickly afterwards, wanting something to call him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:55:18</strong>
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				“Call me TJ,” he drawled, looking across at her lazily as she sat. Her deep red hair brushed the toned arm that was draped across the back of her seat, and he idly ran his fingers through it as he withdrew.<br><br>“So, you wanna go home?” he grinned, grabbing the gearstick and wrenching it into top. The sports car's exquisitely tuned engine roared to life, sputtering and graunching as TJ used it with a roughness that would have had Bryan screaming. He backed swiftly away from the party, whipping the car into a U-turn and kicking it away down the street at high speed. He drove hard, fast, and recklessly, the wind gusting through his hair and forcing them to shout over the howl.<br><br>“Yeah, we might get you home. Eventually.” He smiled at Megan. “So, your boy must love this car?” TJ asked, gunning it down a straight stretch of abandoned road... taking them, she realised, deeper into the unfamiliar surroundings of the bad side of town.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:23:36</strong>
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				"Yeah, well, my parents aren't here for the weekend so, I suppose you could come by" Megan said, unable to believe the words that had just left her mouth, she'd just invited this man to her home, in a stolen car. She couldn't help but find herself attracted to him and felt oddly special that he seemed to have chosen her out of the crowd for some reason, part of her feared he was going to rob her blind but, she had hoped he was more looking to play around with her. <br><br>'Oh good God' She thought to herself, realizing she actually wanted to fool around with this man she'd just met, a blush staining her cheeks as she focused on the road ahead of her and tried to will away the obvious flush. <br><br>"Yes, he loves this car with all of his.. being, no doubt he's called the police already" She said after a moment, realizing that Bryan must have called the cops by now, enraged about losing his car. 
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