the beat's gonna bash [open/mckenzie?]

[blake hamann]

THE ROCK'S NOT GONNA STOP, SO LET'S RIP IT UP<<
the beats are gonna drop, you can trip 'em up



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the boy's different colored converse made small thuds on the concrete as he walked; his green eyes were glued to them, watching as the red shoe rose while the black one hit the sidewalk. he continued to watch the ground for a minute before finally looking back up, his eyes scanning the area around him. the seventeen year old knew he'd been walking around for a good bit of time; even so, he quickly pulled his phone out of his front pocket -which was slightly difficult, considering how tight his jeans were- and checked the clock on the front. '10:04' the blurrily bright numbers read. the senior boy shrugged to himself and turned off his phone before tucking it back into his front left pocket.

blake continued to look around some more, noticing how dark it actually was outside - which made sense, considering it was starting to get late. blake bit down on his bottom lip and reached up with one hand to fiddle with one of his two lip rings. what the hell is there to do on a sunday night? he thought to himself, insanely bored after having really done nothing all day long. moving his left hand from his lip ring to his hair, he swept it more to the right so it wasn't in his face quite as much. he'd dyed his hair black and red a week before and had since then been really lazy with his hair. that morning, he'd only straightened it, not bothering to use any hairspray to make it stay in place - which was why it kept falling into his face repeatedly.

green irises still scanning the various stores, alleyways, and streets around him, blake finally spotted a place that seemed intriguing enough. a bright neon green and white sign was hanging above the building's front entrance and read 'under 21 club'. the double doors were opened, and a tall guy was guarding them, a semi-short line in front of him. the place was directly across the street from blake, so he shrugged again and headed in that direction. after he made it across the basically empty street -give a few cars parked on the side- he made his way to the back of the line, waiting until he could go inside. it didn't take too long for blake to get to the front of the line, and by the time he'd gotten there, he already had his id out. he wasn't particularly sure if he needed it or not -since it was an under 21 club after all- but he figured he might as well get it out of his wallet just in case. quickly, he flashed the little card that proved he was indeed seventeen years old to the bouncer before making his way in through the double doors without a single word. the bouncer didn't try to pull him back, so he figured he was good.

inside, it wasn't as empty as the senior had thought it was going to be. there was a fairly large amount of people, which surprised him a little, considering it was a school night. some of the people were dancing close to the dj table and some were sitting at the 'bar', which made blake vaguely wonder if it actually had any alcohol. looking over the large room again, he saw a few more people situated on a few couches in one corner, chatting and laughing. the boy hummed quietly to himself, completely unmatching to the blaring techno music that the dj was playing. stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his dark-wash skinny jeans, the boy made his way over to the big counter, behind which was a bartender. blake took a seat on one of the stools, folding his arms on the counter. the fairly macho looking bartender made his way to the scene kid pretty quick, asking what he wanted to drink. with the raise of his eyebrows, blake knew that he was inquiring if blake wanted alcohol or not - illegally, of course.

not entirely in the mood to drink, blake bit down on his bottom lip again, contemplating for a moment. finally, he answered, "i'll just have a water for now." the bartender eyed him for a moment before simply nodding and walking off. not even a minute later, the man was back with blake's glass; he set it in front of the boy before wandering off to some other potential customer. blake reached forward and gripped the cool glass in his hands before bringing it to his lips and taking a long, refreshing sip. he set the glass back down, then, before turning around in his stool so he could once more scan the club. watching the many people dance, blake was tempted to go join them, but he really did not want to mess up his hair. sighing, he glanced towards the club's double doors again, seeing a few people stumble in every few seconds. maybe this wasn't the best idea, he decided, already fairly bored and kind of sick of the overly loud, terrible music.

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>>YOUR MIND IS ON FIRE, BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH
we were born to be wasted

lyrics used ● born to be wasted - 009 sound system.
tagged ● open/mckenzie?<3
word count ● 8 5 0
comments ● idk how da fuq this turned into 800 words.
outfit ● here.
listening to ● bitches - hollywood undead

[mckenzie iris evans]

MCKENZIE IRIS EVANS
you're right, i get it
it all makes sense, you're the perfect person
so right, so wrong
let's all live in your imaginary life

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The solitary female slowly made her way down the dark, abandoned streets of Bluewater Bay. Her mind wasn't set on any particular place she wanted to go, most places weren't even open at this time, whatever time it was. She only knew it was late. Why had she suddenly decided to take a walk, anyway? The senior didn't even know, herself. All she did was look at the glowing signs of buildings, and asked herself if she wanted to go in there or not - or if she was old enough to get in or not. She'd already taken a walk down the west side of the town, which was quite dangerous for her to do so, considering how many strange people liked to walk around at this hour. The east side was a lot safer, or so they said. Whoever they were. So, yes, she took the west side first, where she found a couple of places that seemed appealing, but couldn't get into. Spotlight Nightclub, and Coco's Bar. Well, she could get into Coco's bar, but she didn't want to take the risk of her boss making her work since she was there. She did try to get into the nightclub, but the bouncer kicked her out because she didn't look old enough. Mckenzie tried to tell them she was eighteen - lie. She was seventeen - but since she couldn't provide solid proof, there was no way she was getting past.

Mckenzie doubted she was going to find anywhere on the east side, most of the places were closed, no lights on at all, making almost pitch black, but thankfully, the street lights were doing their job, and lit up the pavement. The streets were empty, or so it seemed. She almost had a heart attack when a car full of drunk college students swung 'round the corner, giving the first signs of life in what seemed like hours. Letting out a breath to calm herself, she continued on her random walk, alone once again. Her light blue irises flickered down to her outfit: a cropped Hollywood t-shirt, black jeans that clung to her legs, and high heeled black boots that reached just below the knee. That was all she had, unless you included all the silver jewelery, and her little black bag, which was hanging from her shoulder. Mckenzie was aware that this was the sort of outfit that attracted creeps, but she could defend herself - well, she believed she could. She wasn't weak. Physically or emotionally. If anything was to happen, she'd be shook up at first, of course, but within an hour or less, she'd be completely fine again, like nothing ever happened at all.

Mckenzie was starting to think she should turn back, but as she fluffed up her blonde and brown streaked hair, she came to a large, lit up neon green and black sign that said boldly 'UNDER 21 CLUB'. Perfect. The senior confidently walked up to the large doors, saying a clear, confident 'hello' to the bouncer, not bothering to show him any proof of age, because she didn't really need to, she thought. He gave her a little smile, and a nod, a sign she was okay to pass. Mckenzie almost skipped inside, overly happy that she could get rid of her loneliness and boredom now. She stopped as she walked in, realising she had about four options, now. 1. Get a drink at the bar. 2. Join the guys on the dancefloor. 3. Join the people on the sofas. Or 4. Stay on her own. Option four wasn't going to happen. Mckenzie wasn't a shy girl, she could easily go up to a stranger and start a conversation with them, she was almost fearless.

To say it was a Sunday night, the place was packed. It was overly warm in there, but Mckenzie didn't mind all that much. She walked over to the bar, and sat down next to a guy who looked around the same age as her. A familiar guy. She'd never spoken to him before. Drake, was it? No, that didn't sound right. It'd come to her, eventually. As the bartender turned to serve her, she immediately flashed a huge, friendly grin and said, "I'll have a WKD original, if that's okay. I'm eighteen." Mckenzie wasn't afraid to admit, she could be a little bit of a liar sometimes. Lying every so often won't hurt anyone, it's when you tell too many lies that things start to get awkward. She relaxed her smile a little, but kept it there, as the bartender was deciding whether to believe her or not. In the end, he just shrugged and got her what she wanted. Strike one for Mckenzie, she thought, paying for the drink.

She glanced to the side, her light blue eyes lit up as they always were. Her mind was trying to get the name of the guy sitting next to her, again. Mckenzie was sure she knew him, somehow.

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Words: 831
Tags: Blake Hamann
Lyrics: I Get It -- Chevelle
Listening To: --
Outfit: Click!
Notes: sorry it took so long, darlin'. x: