Balcony Flips
DISCLAMIER: I don't own any characters of BtVS or Faith's past- if there is even something on her past. RATING: R- Language, violence, and sensuality. WRITIEN BY ME: xtHexEctASYxiNxSkiTTleSx aka WiccaRoses058 FEEDBACK: Try to make it sweet and helpful, not really the opposite much. SONGS: I use some songs here and there I thought would go with the mood. They all belong to the songwriters not me. Songs belonging to me, I wish! SIDE NOTE: Most all of this is made up, so don't ask if it really happened or tell me that something that happened in the story didn't happen really. I really tried to be as accurate as I could with this story. This Chapter is REALLY short, please don't take notice.
-Balcony Flips-
Chapter 2- The salsa la slut dance types
We walked into the Balcony as if we owned it, wait no, we walked in cause we did own it. The Balcony had this weird vibe of almost calm at times to very heavy and metal. Velvet Chain being the most often to play there band and DJ Harley to be the only DJ at the place. Sometimes her mixes were good sometimes they just didn't click for me as much. It had a smoove fizz of the Bronze. Lilian saw her little other 12-year-old friend and ran over to her. Sam saved me and we pushed our way to the bar and got our drinks of beers. I lifted myself on top of the counter table and watched the crowd dance to some song I can never know the name of. "Ever seen anyone dance like her?" Sam yelled and pointed to a girl named Cecile who went to my high school. "Ya like that?" He shrugged. "Yeah if ya like the salsa la slut dance types." And his words always made the weirdest sense to me. He always made me smile even while the crap song played over head. I had to get up and go show Cecile and them all how it's really done. But to another song of course. DJ Harley put on one of Velvet Chain's biggest hits here, Warm (bad Kitty mix). The music was like a que for me to grab a guy, any guy and dance it all. That's the way it's always been for me. Yeah, everyone wanted a piece of me whenever I started to dance. As hypnotizing and wild as I was why not? Except Sam. He knew to keep his distance from the raging wild cat or he'd end up swept away and stuck on me. Cecile was watching me, I could tell her pride-eyed little look of disgust was on me. Wild and crazy, on speed at this point and bad, to bad for Sam's taste now at least. Sam's really shy unlike me but it's cool that's his style and way. Oz-ish in his own way, I guess we all have a little piece of Oz in us all. It was funny how the salsa la slut dancer came up and started to dance their siren dance of slutty ways. It was that that really ticked me off ya know. When the posers and preps came up on your own style, your own way of living, take it up cause their to damn plain to make up something on their own. Yeah know it's kinda ironic in a way, like how the whole world will go in a circle and then die when the one who made up all the shit dies. Thus the end of it all as we know it. The speed I toke was having a starting affect on me. My body was doing the opposite to the drug and wore off before it could even start. I never stopped, not much for the stopping in anything, but I did only stop when Sam dragged me off and out.
DISCLAMIER: I don't own any characters of BtVS or Faith's past- if there is even something on her past. RATING: R- Language, violence, and sensuality. WRITIEN BY ME: xtHexEctASYxiNxSkiTTleSx aka WiccaRoses058 FEEDBACK: Try to make it sweet and helpful, not really the opposite much. SONGS: I use some songs here and there I thought would go with the mood. They all belong to the songwriters not me. Songs belonging to me, I wish! SIDE NOTE: Most all of this is made up, so don't ask if it really happened or tell me that something that happened in the story didn't happen really. I really tried to be as accurate as I could with this story. This Chapter is REALLY short, please don't take notice.
-Balcony Flips-
Chapter 2- The salsa la slut dance types
We walked into the Balcony as if we owned it, wait no, we walked in cause we did own it. The Balcony had this weird vibe of almost calm at times to very heavy and metal. Velvet Chain being the most often to play there band and DJ Harley to be the only DJ at the place. Sometimes her mixes were good sometimes they just didn't click for me as much. It had a smoove fizz of the Bronze. Lilian saw her little other 12-year-old friend and ran over to her. Sam saved me and we pushed our way to the bar and got our drinks of beers. I lifted myself on top of the counter table and watched the crowd dance to some song I can never know the name of. "Ever seen anyone dance like her?" Sam yelled and pointed to a girl named Cecile who went to my high school. "Ya like that?" He shrugged. "Yeah if ya like the salsa la slut dance types." And his words always made the weirdest sense to me. He always made me smile even while the crap song played over head. I had to get up and go show Cecile and them all how it's really done. But to another song of course. DJ Harley put on one of Velvet Chain's biggest hits here, Warm (bad Kitty mix). The music was like a que for me to grab a guy, any guy and dance it all. That's the way it's always been for me. Yeah, everyone wanted a piece of me whenever I started to dance. As hypnotizing and wild as I was why not? Except Sam. He knew to keep his distance from the raging wild cat or he'd end up swept away and stuck on me. Cecile was watching me, I could tell her pride-eyed little look of disgust was on me. Wild and crazy, on speed at this point and bad, to bad for Sam's taste now at least. Sam's really shy unlike me but it's cool that's his style and way. Oz-ish in his own way, I guess we all have a little piece of Oz in us all. It was funny how the salsa la slut dancer came up and started to dance their siren dance of slutty ways. It was that that really ticked me off ya know. When the posers and preps came up on your own style, your own way of living, take it up cause their to damn plain to make up something on their own. Yeah know it's kinda ironic in a way, like how the whole world will go in a circle and then die when the one who made up all the shit dies. Thus the end of it all as we know it. The speed I toke was having a starting affect on me. My body was doing the opposite to the drug and wore off before it could even start. I never stopped, not much for the stopping in anything, but I did only stop when Sam dragged me off and out.