leather and lace [oliver]

[bailey anabeth allen-covington]

bailey had never in her nineteen year of life bed inside of a strip club. she just hadn't. she'd done a shit ton of "naughty" stuff, but for her, strip clubs had never been a thought for her. she was fine with only seeing herself naked, or maybe a group of friends, like that time she and a couple of her bests had gone skinny dipping, but she was never one to purposely seek out seeing someone naked, it was just never something she'd been interested in. but as she stood there outside of angels and demons, she couldn't help but want to go in. it was late, and she'd just gotten off from work: entertaining at the pub, and part of her was telling her she needed something rebellious and strange to do to preoccupy herself until she went to bed. she raised an eyebrow. she was curious, but a little nervous about going in. she shook her head. mateo would want you to go in and have fun, she thought to herself you know he would. she ran her fingers through her hair, knowing that if this were her back in high school, she would have gone in fearlessly, and scoped out which stripper she thought was the hottest, then walked out. but then again, mateo would have been at her side, and they would have walked in together. she bit her lip, knowing if she thought to long about mateo that she'd upset herself and go into a fit of both rage and sadness. she knew it was all her fault he was gone. if she wasn't so damn clumsy, he'd still be here, at her side, and with her every step of the way. her hands moved from her hips to her sides as one reached for the door, as she took a quick breath, walking inside and immediatly blinking to adjust herself to the light.

as soon as she walked in, she could practically feel the sex in the air. it almost grossed her out. she walked slowly through the building. blue eyes looked around the room, a single eyebrow raised as she looked around the room. she'd never had a problem with sex, and she was never overly feminist, or for that "objectifying women" thing. she was thought more along the lines of "people should be able to do what ever the fuck they want, and i shouldn't have a problem with that." so she wasn't freaked out, or scared like she some people she knew would have been. she simply looked around, knowing that if mateo were here he would have dragged her all around the room by now, pointing and saying "look at that? what is that? oh my god!" she had to stop doing this to herself. tonight was just going to be her, relaxing and doing whatever the hell she wanted. he would want you to do this, bails ....

" i talk i talk i talk i talk i talk "
"you talk you talk you talk you talk "
"i think i think i think i think i think i think"

WORDS ?!
TAG ?! oliver alcatraz
OUTFIT ?! clickeh!
NOTES ?! sorry this sucks, love ... i'm suppossed to be sleeping so i had to make it quick.
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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[oliver james alcatraz]

All eyes were on him, the lights glinting off his sweat covered body. His time on stage was nearly over, which meant people trying to creep on him back stage, but all Oliver could do was smile. He loved the attention, and though he was far from the nasty things people tended to call him,  he didn't really mind. He'd never been the type to give a shit about what people thought about him. If he cared, than he wouldn't have gotten this job. Smirking down at the crowd, his body moving in sync with the music, the teen could only feel a sense of pride in himself. He was confident, but not arrogant. He was, dare he say it, sexy, but did not use his good looks for his own advantage. Off the stage, he was just your average kinda-straight guy who just so happened to enjoy wearing makeup and absolutely adored Hello Kitty. Okay, so maybe he wasn't so 'average' after all. Then again, why would he want to be?

Snickering, Oliver looked out over the crowd, biting his lip as, slowly, he inched his shirt up. The feeling of his fingertips on his skin made him shiver, and with every eye turned to him, each little feeling was amplified. This was his favorite part. Teasing all the scum bags and pot heads that came to watch him dance his sexy little ass off onstage, and to piss off those that gave him dirty looks. As his shirt came off, he purred, holding it for just a second longer before tossing it at a guy that had been glaring at him the whole time. Obviously, he wanted the girls back, but you can't please them all, right? Laughing, Oliver winked at the older man, blowing him a kiss before turning and dancing offstage. He didn't have another shirt to wear, but that didn't bother him. He would go mingle for a while, and then head home for a shower. Sounded good enough for him. 

Covering his mouth as he yawned, he casually moved off into the crowd. Occasionally, he would stop to chat with a few familiar faces, but most of the people to stop him were various creeps wondering if he had time to meet them outside. The pink-nailed teen just snorted, rolling his eyes and continuing on. He was a stripper, not a prostitute - unlike some of the other workers here. Instead of wasting his time with them, he decided to look for someone a little less creepy, and his eyes landed on a girl that looked to be about his age - too young to legally drink, old enough not to care about laws. Grinning, his body shivering from the cooling sweat on his body, Oliver walked right up to her and touched her gently on the arm, leaning close to be heard over the music. "Hey, you look a bit lost. You new around here?"

[bailey anabeth allen-covington]

bailey was usually known as a daredevil. she liked to pull stupid stunts, do deathdefying things, take dares, watch scary movies, and break rules, so to most, it would have been shocking that she had never been inside of a strip club before. she almost felt like she didn't know what to do. it smelled like sweat and sex, and raging hormones, and she wasn't sure if she was disgusted or intrigued by the smell. she decided she'd leave it at being both, and just ignore it rather than keep herslef thinking about it. but she almost felt awkward, a feeling bailey anabeth allen-covington had never once felt in her nineteen year old life. she'd joked about strip clubs - you know, the age old seeing someone taking off their shirt and yelling "take it off" - and she'd seen movies with strip clubs in them, but the things they did, she wasn't sure if she was just supposed to watch, or yell, or just ... chill. she was just there, a blank face amoung the crowd of creepy perverts, people just looking for some fun, and men who haven't gotten anything from their wives lataly looking for some action, and she dare she say it ... out of place. everyone here was older than her it seemed, and she didn't exactly know any of them, and generally that wouldn't stop her from speaking to someone, but at a shady looking place like this, you never quite knew who you were talking to, so this wasn't the place to just randomly talk to people unless they were one hundred percent not scary looking.

she glanced up at the stage for a moment watching as a boy who couldn't be more than her age, if not younger pulled his shirt off and threw it at some guy, and bailey smirked. she didn't really get a good look at him, but from what she did see, he was cute, and for throwing his shirt at that guy, who, judging by his body language, was pissed, he was her hero. she smirked, watching as he danced off stage, before turning away. she ran her fingers through her short locks, wondering if she would be carded if she decided to get a drink around here. she decided she'd take the chance. bailey highly doubted her english charm would fail her this time. she was usually very good at pulling the "oops! my card is in my other purse (or on occasion, she'll say car, or apartment) i don't have i with me. do you think you could just let me slide," routine, so she figured she'd pull one of those, get her drink, and be on her merry way. she was just about to go get herself a drink when she felt a soft touch on her arm, and gasped in surprise, jumping slightly.

"Hey, you look a bit lost. You new around here?" a voice asked her. she turned to face the person who spoke, surprised to see that the boy who'd just left the stage was standing in front of her. and those lights or whatever, certainly did not do him justice. and he still wasn't wearing his shirt. she could already feel the smirk forming on her face, but because she didn't want to look like one of those creepy perverts and freak him out, she gave him a half-grin. "well, i've never been in here before, so i suppose so. to answer your question, yes i am new here. i'm bailey."

" i talk i talk i talk i talk i talk "
"you talk you talk you talk you talk "
"i think i think i think i think i think i think"

WORDS ?!
TAG ?! oliver alcatraz
OUTFIT ?! clickeh!
NOTES ?!
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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[oliver james alcatraz]

This was the life he'd always wanted to live. Fabulous, glamorous, and fun. He was young, with the rest of his fast-paced life ahead of him, but he didn't take any of that for granted. He knew there were teenagers out there that thought they were invincible, but Oliver knew that he would one day die. Death, however, did not scare him and he was at peace with the thought. Eventually, he would move out of his parent's house, but he was in no rush to leave and they were in no rush to kick him out. Half of the time, they weren't even there, constantly working on their careers. Sometimes, they could be gone for months at a time. His mother, a budding actress, had once been gone for a full year. None of this bothered Oliver, though. He accepted it, and never felt neglected or rejected, because he knew his parents loved him. Their relationship wasn't always the typical parent-child relationship, they always had been a bit more lenient than other parents, but they trusted and respected each other without a doubt, and the eighteen year old was more grateful for that than he could even begin to explain. Just by looking around the this one room, seeing all the unhappy faces on all the tainted souls of the unwanted, it was easy to tell that not everyone had had as easy a life as he had had. It was sad, and if there was one thing Oliver could wish for, he would wish for everyone in the whole world to feel as happy as he did. That wasn't to say that he didn't have the occasional bad day, but he also wasn't going around telling some sob story. He was genuinely happy.

Chuckling as the girl he'd gone up to jumped a little at his touch, Oliver allowed his fingers to linger on her bare arm before he slowly moved them away. It was nothing too intrusive, so he didn't feel too worried about getting slapped in the face, because, well, this was a strip club, and people were kinda touchy-feely in strip clubs. He noticed the beginning of a smirk on her face and as she switched it to a half-grin, he snickered and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "well, i've never been in here before, so i suppose so. to answer your question, yes i am new here. i'm bailey." He took notice of her accent, nodding as he added her name and face to the catalog of other faces and names inside his head, and making a rather bold move he gently grasped one of her hands and raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you, Bailey," he grinned, confident as always, "My name is Oliver, and as you may have noticed, I work here." He laughed, pointing with a thumb over his shoulder as one of the creepy perverts came up behind him and slid a bit of money into the back pocket of his very flattering skinny jeans. He looked behind him and winked at the man before turning back to the much better looking Bailey. "Can I get you a drink? I know this bar tender, and he let's me get whatever I want. The joys of being good looking!"

"talk"
thoughts

tagged;; bailey anabeth allen-covington
wordcount;; 560
outfit;; lazy
notes;; shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit e.e
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from Forget Paris!

[bailey anabeth allen-covington]

she felt less awkward standing her with this oliver guy than she did standing alone, and she was glad he came to talk to her. his shift was probably over, and that meant she could get to know him more, instead of him just being "the guy who took his shirt off and threw it at a really peeved guy," and perhaps as a friend, or maybe more. you know, provided he wasn't gay. it wasn't that she didn't like gay people, they could be friends, but nothing more because she was pretty sure she had a v, where they probably prefered a p. he was cute though, cute enough for her to say she was more than a little interested in him, and sure, maybe it was the whole lust at first sight thing, but she could definetly see herself trying to be more than friends with this guy. she'd never dated or kissed an american boy before, and she'd never dated or kissed a stripper either, so by dating, or even kissing this guy, she could cross two types of people she's never dated off of her people i've dated list. she'd heard american guys kissed better than english guys anyway something about their not being afraid to be rough or something like that. she'd heard it from one of her friends in england, and rosie was rather crazy, so perhaps she was wrong. bailey wouldn't doubt that.

she watched him wiggle his eyebrows at her, obviously noticing the smirk, and her lopsided grin turned to a full blown smile. she foudn herself giggling as he raised her hand to his lips, kissing the center of her hand. she felt like the queen of england so this is what all those famous queens felt like everyday ... i could get used to that she smirked to herself. if bailey was the queen of england, she'd definetly make england way more fun thatn it already was. baby blue buses, the midnight beast as guards so they could sing to her, and her own giant crown. she'd probably be one of the craziest rulers england has ever had. you know, after all of those kings that killed their wives and whatever. she certainly would not be put before a group of murders on the list of crazy people, not matter how hairbrained she could be. "A pleasure to meet you, Bailey. My name is Oliver, and as you may have noticed, I work here." she smiled at him "charmed, oliver. may i just say your hand kissing skills are so superb the queen would be surprised, and i'm sure she's had many people kiss her hand." always the goofy one, bailey curtsied, grinning at the shirtless boy, laughing when he pointed a thumb behind him just as one of the men slipped some money into his jeans. she giggled. being a stripped actually looks kind of fun. random people sticking their hands in your pants? hell yes! she thought to herself. "Can I get you a drink? I know this bar tender, and he let's me get whatever I want. The joys of being good looking!" he said. mmhmm, you are good looking indeed. "yes i'd be delighted to join you for a drink."

" i talk i talk i talk i talk i talk "
"you talk you talk you talk you talk "
"i think i think i think i think i think i think"

WORDS ?!
TAG ?! oliver alcatraz
OUTFIT ?! clickeh!
NOTES ?!
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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[oliver james alcatraz]

While most people might have felt awkward standing in the middle of a crowd with their shirt off and having a bunch of eyes on them, Oliver hardly even noticed it. He was the type that would feel completely comfortable walking around naked. In fact, if it was legal, he'd probably be naked right now. Why not be? He doubted anyone would care except, of course, those straight guys that weren't secure in their sexuality. Silly boys! Seeing another guy naked does not make you gay. In fact, I don't even know what makes you gay. But I love gay people! He grinned, casually looking around and rolling his shoulders, the right one covered in a tattoo, before the emerald globes once more settled onto the British stranger named Bailey in front of him. He wondered briefly if she thought he was gay, since a lot of people always thought he was, and kissing guys on stage and being a stripped probably didn't help with that, but he just found it amusing when guys started hitting on him. Oliver had no problem with it, really, unless they started getting too bold and touchy-feely. He was a gay-above-the-waist type of straight guy, except for very rare occasions. So rare, in fact, that it had only happened once that he'd been naked with another guy - not counting his job, of course.

Taking her smile as a good sign, Oliver smirked in returned and allowed his head to tilt a little, his eyes obviously looking her over but not in a creepy way. He wasn't staring at her breasts like some pedobear, or feeling her up like some rapist, he was just looking and there was nothing wrong with that. After all, people looked at him all the time, did they not? "You, my dear, are one of the best looking girls here. Don't tell the others, they might try to steal my clothes. Again." He chuckled, his eyes moving to a girl who was standing near the edge of the room, staring at him in a creepy psycho stalker way, and he offered a way, all while hoping she didn't know where he lived. Then again, his dog could always take care of her if she tried to barge in uninvited. "charmed, oliver. may i just say your hand kissing skills are so superb the queen would be surprised, and i'm sure she's had many people kiss her hand." He laughed, shrugged and running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to push it off of his face. "Oh, yeah, I was trained by the best Royal Hand Kissers of all time. I graduated with the highest grades and the most hand kisses. I've yet to conquer the queen, yet." Arching a brow as she curtsied, Oliver chuckled before giving a bow, grinning mischievously. She seemed like a fun person, and Oliver loved fun people. "yes i'd be delighted to join you for a drink." Smiling from ear to ear, Oliver gently grabbed his new friend's hand and led her over to the bar, giving the bartender a friendly way. "Get whatever ya want, my dear! I'm just getting a water cuz I drank before I went on stage and, ya know, don't wanna over do it."

"talk"
thoughts

tagged;; bailey
wordcount;; 547
outfit;; lazy
notes;; ohai
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from Forget Paris!

[bailey anabeth allen-covington]

while there was some part of her that felt bad flirting with oliver, there was another part of her that wondered if this was a good way to cheer herself up. then that part of her would say no bailey, you're just using oliver to make yourself happy she bit her lip. she wasn't, she was actually kind of interested in him, in a "i'd date you" kind of way, but why couldn't she stop herself from thinking that she was just being a user? she shook her head, momentarily lost in her thoughts. she would never do that, she was just feeling lousy and was trying to come up with an excuse for not talking to oliver. she'd done this just the other day with a guy who'd flirted with her over the phone after she'd called the wrong number, and before that with a guy at a bar she'd gone too ... okay, maybe the guy at the bar was a skeez ball, so her thoughts were being right, but oliver seemed geniune .... a little gay? yeah, kind of, but he'd let her know if he was. after all it wouldn't be the first time she'd hit on someone who was gay, even though she was suppossed to have excellent gaydar. but of course, even she slipped up from time to time and couldn't tell. some of her theatre friends had played straight really well. she ran her fingers through her short black locks watching the way his eyes oh-so-obviously checked her out, his head tilted to the side and she felt butterflies in her stomach. okay, totally not gay .... at all she raised an eyebrow, smirking, and very obviously doing the same her eyes lingering a little too long on his uncovered torso. "You, my dear, are one of the best looking girls here. Don't tell the others, they might try to steal my clothes. Again." she chuckled. "thank you, oliver, you're not too bad yourself so i can't say i would complain if they stole you're clothes ...." bailey had never had a problem being foreward. she was after all a notorius flirt, and she liked not knowing if the other person would say.

she turned around to see what he was looking at and caught sight of a girl who was looking at oliver like she wanted to eat him ... or something equally creepy .... she frowned at the girl before turning back to oliver, placing a hand on his shoulder. "and clearly someone else wouldn't complain much either ...." she joked. "Oh, yeah, I was trained by the best Royal Hand Kissers of all time. I graduated with the highest grades and the most hand kisses. I've yet to conquer the queen, yet." she giggled when he bowed, curtsieing in reply. "well i'm friends with the queen, so i'm sure she'd be very pleased with your skills," she smiled. yes, because that didn't sound dirty at all, bailey ... her thoughts were cut off as he gently grabbed her hand, leading her to the bar and waving at the bartender. "Get whatever ya want, my dear! I'm just getting a water cuz I drank before I went on stage and, ya know, don't wanna over do it." "ah yes, don't want to get too .. "tipsy" or else you could end up in someone like that creepy girl's bed." the last time she'd drank had been a couple days ago. she'd gone out with a couple girls from class. some where underage, some weren't, but she'd figured she could have some fun, and oliver was definetly underagae as well, if not younger than her, and if they let him slide they weren't going to card her ... not that she thought they'd do it anyway. "hmm, anything you'd recommend, mon frere?"

" i talk i talk i talk i talk i talk "
"you talk you talk you talk you talk "
"i think i think i think i think i think i think"

WORDS ?!
TAG ?! oliver alcatraz
OUTFIT ?! clickeh!
NOTES ?! woo!.
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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