Dancing Queen {open}
Jun 7, 2010 16:56:48 GMT -5
Post by Nina Mey on Jun 7, 2010 16:56:48 GMT -5
Nina Mey entered the club, tossing her straightened dark hair over her shoulder. Since arriving at Gordon Park's she'd been trying to focus on her studies, but tonight she felt the urge to dance and have some real fun. With a deep breath she turned on her sultry smile and challenging eyes, scanning the room for a potential hottie. There were a few, but none seemed to stand out to her. With a sigh she strutted towards the bar, leaning forward over the roar of the music to order a glass of water. That was the only thing she had gotten out of her past modelling experiences, don't drink alcohol, especially when they have a thousand calories. Nina also preferred the taste of water or virgin girly drinks like daiquiris. The tapped her perfectly french manicured nails on the bar as her hips swayed to the beat of the music. It would feel great to let loose and have some fun, especially with some dancing involved. The academy was kind of intimidating so she'd kept her dancing limited to rocking out in her dorm room when she was alone, and even then she was careful in case someone were to come by.
Glancing around, she noticed some girls attempting to dance. She had to stifle a laugh at their awkward attempts to grind and sing along to the music. The dancing at clubs was limited to grinding and jumping up and down. That was so only bad thing about clubs, and the few slow dances were everyone swayed awkwardly in one spot instead of the lively swing and ballroom dances that she'd learned over the years. Of course, not everyone had the means to learn or attempt those dances, but they felt more intimate to her than just swaying in one spot where you were so close that you were stepping on each other's feet. As if to smite her, someone came up beside her and accidentally squished her size seven foot. She pulled her foot away, brushing off the dirt on the toes of her shiny off gold flats. "Watch it," she said, glaring at the person who had just about ruined her new shoes.
Glancing around, she noticed some girls attempting to dance. She had to stifle a laugh at their awkward attempts to grind and sing along to the music. The dancing at clubs was limited to grinding and jumping up and down. That was so only bad thing about clubs, and the few slow dances were everyone swayed awkwardly in one spot instead of the lively swing and ballroom dances that she'd learned over the years. Of course, not everyone had the means to learn or attempt those dances, but they felt more intimate to her than just swaying in one spot where you were so close that you were stepping on each other's feet. As if to smite her, someone came up beside her and accidentally squished her size seven foot. She pulled her foot away, brushing off the dirt on the toes of her shiny off gold flats. "Watch it," she said, glaring at the person who had just about ruined her new shoes.