*What an eventful night, first the two murders at her hands, a nice hit from her special stash, and now she's dancing in the middle of this hoppin' club. Karlie went home after her time in the slums and cleaned herself up, Her makeup is dark and somewhat Gothic, her hair is tied up in multiple ponytails, she's dressed in very hoochie attire, a black mini skirt that should be called "Is that fabric wrapped around her crotch?" a small red tight blouse, very low cut to show the goodies, no she's not fake like some women, but what she does have is hot, her high heeled thigh high boots glimmer from the red sequins casting off a nice light about her as she dances in the middle of a small ring of onlookers, yes..she's a dancer, hot as hell and soaking up the attention. She doesn't move with the music, the music moves with her....*

Jamal Gets dropped off by his homies after finishing there blunt, He struts into the club with his hand on his crouch in the standard gangsta form. He walks over towards the bar looking around at all the girls in the bar looking for a good snag to bring home. When he sees Karlie He starts struttin over to the middle of the dance floor saying "Daaaaaaaamn girl!" He looks her up and down and says "whats your name baby?"

*She doesn't stop dancing, nothing can make her stop when she's really into it, though Jamal is grabbed by the collar of his shirt and dragged in to dance with her, she rubs her hot body against his and grins, her dull eyes look into his, she whispers in his ear* What ever the fuck you want it to be baby....*A dream come true? Maybe...or she could end up being your worst nightmare..*

"Daaaamn girl i dont even have to buy u a drink" He says back to her while dancing with her. "But seriosuly girl i aint never seen a white girl thats as mothafuckin fine as you."

Skinny ass white girl at that...*She giggles and turns, rubbing her small, but pert ass into him, she grabs his hands and places them on her hips as she leans back, dancing away* You will have to buy me drink, though...just givin' you a sample of the goods! *She giggles and gives off a loud enough moan at the feel of his body close to hers, oh yeah, she's rollin' on Ex and having a great night*

He grins realizing this could be easy with an all ready drugged up white girl."What Kinda drink ya want babe?" He askes thinking about how easily she is going to get drunk obviusly not waying more than 110 pounds. He would be more than glad to smoke the blunt that is sticking out of his bandana if she wanted it.

*The song ends, a boring 'ol slow song starts for the love birds...she is no love bird, and as for blunts..she may surprise him yet. She takes his hand in hers and leads him to the bar, breathless and grinning she orders a double shot of vodka for herself, then leans back on a stool and grins at him* Alright Mr. Gansta Boy...what's your name?

He looks her up and down again and grins "My boyz call me jamal, whats ya name honey?" He orders a shot of tequila and a beer for himself.

*She smirks and nods taking a hit from her first shot* Well Gansta Boy, You can call me Karlie...*She reaches a hand out and caresses his chin with the tips of her fingernails* You look like your ready for a good time...*She lets it hang there, grin painted on her face*

He grins even bigger now and puts his hand on her thigh "I'll roll wit cha baby." He takes his shot of tequila, and then swigs his beer. "You want somethin' something to perk you the fuck up baby?" He smiles at this and flares his nostrails as he inhales threw them.

*She smells intoxicating, now that he's close he can smell the oils of rich lavender and vanilla that she rubbed into her skin. She grins and leans in close, lips brush his ear* Baby...I've got shit that'll perk YOU up...and I'll even give you a sample for free...

He brings his mouth to her ear, "And what would that be baby?" He smells her hair and runs one of his hands threw it wel the other continues to rub her thigh slowly.

*She chuckles softly in his ear, her hot breath fans over his ear and neck, a hand moves to the small of her back and under her shirt, she pulls something out and moves her hand to the hand that's rubbing her thigh, she slips a blunt into his hand just as she bites down on his ear lobe, theres a giggle and she lets go* My own brand of fun...

He smiles at the blunt and says "I got plenty baby, ya don gotta gime shit, well theres a few mothafuckin things i wouldnt mind getten from ya." He places the blunt back into her hand. and replaces his hand back to her thigh slighlty higher this time.  

ooooh *She pouts a bit and pulls back so he can see that pout* But it's nicer than your stuff, I'm sure..*She smiles then and leans in, brushing her lips against his* Tell me exactly what you want to get from me...*Her hand moves down and raises the hand on her thigh even higher*

He smiles very Big "Your good at dis game baby, i doubt Yo shit is bedda than my orange 'dro baby. O id do all sorts of ungodly mothafuckin shit witcha baby." He runs his hand threw her hair again looking over her body.  

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*At the moment this body of hers is moving to the slow music, grinding into his a bit, she turns away and downs another shot of her vodka, then leans back into him, her leg is raised  on the bar stool behind him causing her to straddle him a bit, his hand is once again raised up a touch more on that hot thigh* Maybe I'll let you fuck me up tonight..*She chuckles in his ear and moves to bite at that ear lobe once more*

He follows her shot with a nice long drink of more than half of his beer. "hmmm fuck me up shorty.... sounds like a bangin ass mothafuckin time baby." He continues rubbing her thigh and drinks more of his beer with his other hand. "Watcha say we ave us a lil weed competition babe, take a ride in the Low-Low, and maybe go back to my place."

Maybe sounds good...*She leans in and gives him a good grind while her lips connect with his, a hand moving around to grip the back of his head and hold him there*

He follows her lead with the kiss and adjusts his 9mm in the front of his pants so that she wont make it fall out sitting on top of him. When she stops he lifts her by her hips off of him and stands up finishing his beer. "come witcha man ta da bathroom for a line he whispers in her ear." and trys to lead her to the bathroom wth him.