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[GRACE AURORA WALTERS]

there's only two types of people in the

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» Grace Walters was good at handling stress--or at least that's what she said in every single one of her job interviews--but there was only so much a girl could take. If you knew her story--her full story, which no one did know--then you'd probably say, well, having your boyfriend and your best friend for life/your current crush aboard the same vessel as you is probably a pretty stressful thing. And yeah, she'd agree with you, but that wasn't what was making her ballistic. Grace had been dealing with that situation for the past year. The three had been on the ship together for the past year and nothing of any great dramatic importance had occurred. The way she saw it, Grace was handling that situation very well. Of course, by handling it, that just meant she was repressing her feelings for Taya and being dishonest with Russell--which was kind of still very stressful. But don't mention that to her; she doesn't want to hear it.

» Maybe it was her promotion. The year before, she'd just been the head cook of Poseidon's Star (the ship's restaurant, not the whole ship) and that had been stressful enough. She'd had to come out and greet certain customers when they requested it or when they were famous or whatnot and they didn't always like her food, She could tell when someone didn't like her food; there were just certain faces and types of body language that you picked up on being in this business. Grace would always put on a bright smile and bow though, wishing the patrons a lovely evening and hoping that their meal was up to their standards. More fake smiles would be exchanged and then Grace would hurry back into the kitchen, sweat dripping from her forehead and her jaw subconsciously clenched tightly. Russell would be there to comfort her, or rather, pat her on the back or give her a massage and tell her people were too snotty on the goddamn boat anyway. But then those customers wouldn't come back to the restaurant and it was all on Grace and she would always remember their faces. Their fake smiles would haunt her dreams. She'd see the customers around the ship and they'd smile awkwardly at her and those times, she wouldn't smile back. There was no use pretending anymore, in her eyes. It just wasn't worth it.

» And every lost customer meant less business for the restaurant. Every lost customer meant a blow to Grace's shaky self-esteem. She would worry that she was going to get fired or demoted. Every lost customer meant a higher chance that she would never be recognized for the talents she knew she had. She didn't even want to be a famous chef--it was just something she did, something she could fall back on. But it was also the gateway into her fame, somehow. She knew it was a faulty plan, but she had no other connections and shamelessly trying to get her name out there by bugging the celebrities on the ship was both embarrassing and frowned upon by the Poseidon's Star managers. So she'd get to people's hearts through their stomachs--it was supposed to be effective.

» But ever since being promoted to Assistant Manager of the restaurant, things only got more stressful. Now Grace had to take on the whole goddamn restaurant's stress levels. She thought it'd get easier; it didn't. Frankly, she was surprised she even got promoted because she was sure she'd done an absolutely abysmal job as head chef, but apparently somebody out there had liked her work ethic. But now she had to look over the head chef, the chefs below him, the servers, the cleaners--everyone. And she still had to go out into the restaurant and smile at customers. There was no escaping it. When something went wrong, people went to her. They flocked about her. Grace would've found it flattering if it wasn't so overwhelming. Her shifts were long and weird and by the time she got off of work, all she wanted to do was collapse on her comfy bed in her room. Her roommates weren't half bad, so at least there weren't any problems on that front.

» But this night, Grace was tired of being a social recluse and not having fun. Her shift was later in the day the next day, so she had plenty of time to sleep off a hangover that she definitely deserved. And that was her only plan when she stepped into Naughtical that night--to get a hangover. She wanted to get completely hammered and just forget all about the things that were weighing her down. Fuck love, fuck boyfriends, fuck her job and her long hours. It was time to party. The scene at Naughtical that night was pretty chill--a lot more laid back than usual. Grace didn't care or pay much attention to it. It wasn't a traditional party night anyway, so that kind of made sense.

» After three Buttery Nipple shots, Grace made her way to the dancefloor and started gyrating on her lonesome to whatever song was playing. Grace was a small girl and had a very lithe and graceful figure, having once been a ballet dancer. While her dancing usually consisted of hip movement these days, she could definitely shake her groove thang. Grace...had grace. Her movements were kind of hypnotizing and she danced without paying attention to anyone else. Her hip movements were kind of inviting (she didn't realize) and the fact that she'd come alone made it seem like she was asking for someone to join her. That wasn't exactly the case; she just wanted to let go.

» tagged;; open ! » outfit;; here.
» lyrics;; circus -- britney spears.
» music;; just friends (sunny) -- musiq soulchild.
» words;; » 948. notes;; dance with her?
» credit;; template is all mine, bby!

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[ZACHARIAH EVERETT BURTON]

zach hadn't been called into work yet. thank god he only worked at night. the casino manager-in-training, as he'd often refer to his assistant manger's job, wasn't needed due to the fact that the ship was just now boarding. sure, he could be down there helping set up. or polishing some already shiny slot machine, but there was no point in doing that. why bother when, clearly, it was already brand new. and obviously clean. so, why was this dashingly handsome young man at a club? at an hour when he should be down working? not even he knew the answer to that. but, he hadn't explored everything the ship had to offer yet. and figured his boss would be okay with a free day off every once in a while. people around here should start to realize that zach was no uptight, organized, prompt guy. but on the contrary; he was a complete asshole, let things lie wherever they fall, and adored being fashionably late. the club was less occupied than zach thought it would be, but there were those tourists who unpacked their suitcases and went straight for a tall glass of booze. sounded like a good idea to him. the young man took his seat at the bar and ordered up a nice sex on the beach. he twisted around to check out the dance floor, but only saw one really good dancer. he thought he'd recognized her from somewhere, but that didn't matter much to him. zach always hooked up with girls. he was trying to change his ways so he could win aniyah's heart, but he hadn't seen her since they'd met. and this was a pretty girl. and he was an attractive guy. one night stands were fun. and awfully bad ass. a trait he enjoyed bringing life into. he strode onto the dance floor behind the blonde. zach smirked and rested his hands and her swaying hips. "hi," he said, his southern drawl evident even with the loud music.

OOC: BLEH. POST KIND OF SUCKS. SORRY ABOUT IT!

[GRACE AURORA WALTERS]

you say you wanna love me? wanna love

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ME? WANNA TOUCH ME? THINK TWICE, 'CAUSE YOU GOT A LONG WAY TO GO. DON'T KNOW HOW
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» Grace was well on her way to drunk. She was a little more than tipsy at this point, but she wasn't hammered the way she wanted to be. She really only got very sloshed when her friends were around to make sure she was okay, so that would explain why she was still relatively sober. In any case, Grace still had some of her wits about her. Not too many of them, mind you, but some. She definitely fetl more than buzzed. Her body felt warm and all the neon lights in the club were blurring in front of her eyes. She couldn't tell one person from another and trying to discern bodies and people just made her dizzy, so she solved this problem by shutting her eyes and continuing to dance. As a singer (and, dare she say, a damn good one), Grace could definitely keep a beat and hold a tune. The same applied to her body on the dance floor. Even if she didn't recognize a song, she could dance to it. Her hips kind of moved like one, two, one, two, one two three four. Back and forth and side to side, now bring it around and do it again. And just like in those movies, Grace ran her hands through her hair because she had no idea what else to do with them. She played around with the back of her neck and mussed up her long blonde hair, looking just like the sensuous girls in those music videos.

» This wasn't really like the usual Grace. When she went out with Russell, she actually danced a lot more modestly. Well, as modest as one could dance when grinding against her boyfriend. They always moved slow and it was kind of romantic. Russell would either stand behind her and move her, or she would be facing in towards him with her hands against his chest, somewhat playing the leader. They would just rock back and forth and depending on the song, things would either speed up and get a little dirtier or they'd just get off the dance floor because they couldn't possibly dance any slower. Her friends would always tease her and tell her to get a room when she danced with Russell.

» She was a different person when she went out with Taya too. When Grace went out with a group of friends that didn't include her boyfriend, she'd just do a lot of simple but fun movements because that's what all the other girls (and sometimes guys) did. However, when she was dancing with just Taya, it was almost more sexual than when she danced with Russell. Grace and Taya liked to fool around a lot and they were incredibly close--some people who didn't know better thought they were the ones dating. (Oh, Grace only wished.) But when she danced with Taya, there was a lot of playful grinding and lip biting and general wildness. The two brought out something in each other that no one else could. It was like an episode of Girls Gone Wild when the two had been drinking and dancing together.

» But Grace wasn't like that tonight at all. She was by herself and doing her own thing. And she looked good doing it too. The song had just changed when Grace felt someone rest their hands on her hips and say hello. At first, still in a bit of a trance, Grace just leaned into the touch, thinking it was Russell or someone she knew and she brought her hands up behind her to caress this person's face. But then the person's voice registered in her head--it was a voice very unfamiliar to her--and she realized that whoever's hands these were, they didn't feel like any that had touched her before. Almost immediately after realizing this, Grace whipped around and pushed herself away from the stranger who'd invited himself for a dance with her.

» With a slight delay time that could definitely be blamed on how much alcohol she'd consumed thus far, Grace pointed an accusing finger at the strange guy in front of her and raised an eyebrow. "Whoa there, buddy," she said warningly, shaking her head. "What kind of girl do you take me for?" Upon closer inspection, Grace realized the guy looked vaguely familiar, but more importantly, he was very attractive. Grace bit down on her bottom lip a little when the thought crossed her mind. If she didn't have Russell, this guy would've definitely been a contender. Grace's hazel eyes flashed. But that was just the thing, wasn't it? She did have Russell, and no matter how bad or sour their relationship was turning, she would never deceive him.

» Never.

» tagged;; zachariah everett burton ! » outfit;; here.
» lyrics;; long way 2 go -- cassie.
» music;; lonely no more -- rob thomas.
» words;; » 787. notes;; bah, sorry it took so long!
» credit;; template is all mine, bby!

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