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Post by --- Dash McKenzie Richards on Jun 27, 2009 0:29:08 GMT -5
  It was Friday and the night was just getting started. As always, Dash was out with his buddies at the club starting off the night with a few drinks and scanning the room for any pretty little things they intended to go after. All of Dash's friends were a lot like him, in simple quick terms, they were all pigs who were out for one thing and one thing alone 'fun'. They were all good at getting girls trapped in their charming webs with those sexy white smiles, cute lines and flashy clothes.
Most of them were high on something, ranging from weed to Meth, they had all had something, there was no better way to start a Friday night out, or any night out for that matter. Dash had decided to take it easy, he'd smoked a joint before he got there but that was it and even that hadn't really made much of an effect on him. If anything, it made him a little nicer and a little more laid back. He was 2 Jack Danials down and not really in the mood for his friends rowdy behavior as they bantered with each other, arguing over who got to go for who in the group of girls in the boot opposite them. "Why don't your just put you bets down already, skip all this bull shit." Dash grumbled under his breath, it was always the same deal. They could never actually work it out so they all just placed bets on who would pull who.
With that said they did as Dash had adviced and all started to state what they were putting in the pot. "Fifty says I get that brunette" the guy opposite challenger gesturing to the girl he meant.
"Sixty says I get that blond one." Another guy right next to Dash said slapping the money on the table. Dash still wasn't even mildly interested in their childish bull shit but he took a peek over at the table they were all talking about just to see what they were up against. Heis hazel eyes followed around their table one by one and stopped at the platnum blond amoung them and stopped dead. Ellette. "Ha, fuck that shit buddy. I'll bet you a hundered she'd be up for the both of us. " he laughed throwing the accusation that she was a slut.
Bad move when her big brother was right next to you. "I swear to god, if you two don't shut the fuck up, I will beat you sensles and if you dare try and make a move on her, I'm gonna break both of your necks." he growled. One laughed.
"Whooa, if you want her all you have to do is as..." he stammered to silence when he heard what his buddy whispered to him that she was Dash's baby sister. Dash just looked like he was about to snap, snap someone in half that is.
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Post by ellette cassidy richards` on Jun 27, 2009 2:30:50 GMT -5
 baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
let's go see the killers and make out in the bleachers
Ellette Richards was a regular at the club. Actually, she was a regular at many clubs much to her parents dismay and much to the medias delight. She seemed to be turning to Hollywood’s new Lindsay or Paris minus the lesbian affairs, a sex tape and add a little bit of talent. Growing up in the spotlight she was no stranger to it and didn’t let the various articles about her worry her. Her family on the other hand were constantly worrying about the eighteen year olds reputation though. It was true, the media seemed to blow things out of proportion but Elle did usually give them something to start with.
She really was a good girl with a sweet heart and in a lot of ways the opposite of her big brother Dash. Yes, they were both actors but he was always so hot headed and annoying protective. It was perfectly alright for him to cause a media stir and act like a kid on spring break but not for her? Completely hypocritical in Elle’s eyes. So it was no surprise they clashed at times despite how much she loved him. One thing the blonde had picked up of her big brother was how much fun being famous could be. Over the past year or so she’d become more and more like him in that aspect. She could get in anywhere, had an open bar tab and enough attention to keep her partying all night. It was fun and harmless and though she was constantly being warned against it, she didn’t listen. It had even gotten to the point where with drugs readily available, the actress was dabbling in them a bit. Always careful not to let Dash know though. God, he’d probably tie her up and alert E! just to scare her.
This particular night was like every other. Underage, underdressed and over intoxicated, Elle found herself in a booth with another film actress, the daughter of some shipping heir and two pop star twins. All a few year older than her, all gorgeous and all just enough fun for Ellette Richards. She loved her nights out and though she was kind of drunk and had maybe done a line or two of cocaine before coming out, she was still aware of what was going on around her. Chewing lightly on the straw in her cocktail, she grinned over at one of the guys in the booth near there’s. Oh yeah, she was a little boy crazy too.
The booth had received her attention once more as a slight outburst could be heard and Elle craned her head to see what was going on. Other peoples dramas were always more fun than her own. She couldn’t make out all the faces but the few she could see were hot enough for her liking so she was happy to continue flirting with her eyes. Happy until her big brother came into view. ”Eww yuck. What the fuck?” she cringed in horror as her friends recognised him too and burst into fits of giggles. Trust her brother to ruin her fun.
”Shut up bitches” Elle laughed, sliding out of the booth with as much grace as possible for a drunk girl, ”I better go say hi”. Atleast her brother had hot friends right? Heels tapped against the floor as Elle made her way over, slinging her arms around Dash’s shoulders from behind and planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek wit ha drunken giggle. ”Hi big brother” she ruffled his head, ”Fancy seeing you here”. Rounding the table, she used her arm to prop herself up against it lightly. Standing seemed like a slightly difficult task in her shoes and in her current state. ”Hey boys” she faced the rest of her brothers friends with a flirty smile and a wink. Hitting on her brothers friends wasn’t that bad right? She was sure he’d do it to her friends anyway.
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Post by --- Dash McKenzie Richards on Jun 29, 2009 0:00:13 GMT -5
So Ellette was hardly renowned as the bad Richard kid and sure Dash got himself into wasy more trouble, but that was why he was so protective over her and a little hypocritical, he knew what the fame and the fourtune, the attention and the people could do to you and he didn't want Elle to follow in his missleading footsteps. Not that he didn't love the fame, he'd be totally lost without all the attention, getting into clubs, knowing all the people most people only dream of knowing, he didn't even mind that the paparazzie followed him around and said crazy things about him. He was an attention whore to the bone but that didn't mean he wanted that for his little sister.
He knew that with the fame came all of the temptations he had gone for, drungs, sleeping around all the rest of it. The thing was, all that just suited him, he was most famous for being the bad ass he was, it helped his career if anything else. But she was just sweet and innocent. Falling into the rut he had had the potential of ruining her. Not that that was Dash's biggest worry. He was much more consurned about her losing herself. The thought of her becoming what he knew best kind of sickeneed him. She was the whole reason he had cleaned up his act so much in the past few years. At least now she didnt know that he was still on the coke. And as the idea of her being one of those chick tricked into some rich cocky guys bed the way he tricked girls was even worse. He'd read in magerzines and heard here and there about her sleeping around when she was drunk but he wasn't ever sure what to believe. It wasn't like they got it right all that often.
Dash had a bad habit of causing a scene too, starting fights was another thing that drew attention to him. He had a temper on him and it didn't take a lot for him to start throwing punches and getting himself thrown out of a club. He seemed like he was on the brink of doing just that to the idiot next to him and he was about to swing his fist into the guys face until he felt Elle put hr arm around him and the kiss on her cheek. He wasn't about to start something when she was close enought to get tangled in it.
Before he even looked at her he knew she was drunk. He turned to look at her not seeming all that impressed "Fancy seeing you here more like. I mean, I am the legal one and all." he said in bitter sarcasm "I'm pretty sure its way past your bed time too." Maybe he was being a bit of a jerk but she really didn't belong there if you asked him and he was only going to get into crap from his parents if they found out he had encoraged her partying.
When she turned her attention to all of his scum bag friends his slightly unimpressed exspression turned to an annoyed one and he stood up and guided Ellette away from the group and over to the bar so he could talk to her, or as she would put it 'lecture' her. "What are you doing?" he growled and guided her to sit in the bar stool since she wasn't finding it all that easy to stand on her own two feet. he hated bumping into her on nights out because it always ruined it for him.
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Post by ellette cassidy richards` on Jun 29, 2009 8:02:03 GMT -5
baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
let's go see the killers and make out in the bleachers
Elle could be a major brat and there was no denying that one. Being the baby of the family she was accustomed to getting her own way and if she didnt, she was used to chucking a tantrum till she did. Things had changed however. She wasn't so much into the tantrums anymore and things like icecream and doll houses had turned into cocktails and french lingerie. She was mature enough not to pull these types of stunts with her peers but when it came to family, she wasn't famous. She wasn't an actress. She wasn't a party girl. She was the princess of the family and she could do as she bloody well pleased. It annoyed her to still be the baby though. She was eighteen. Eighteen years olf not eight and she really didn't need her dickhead brother telling her what to do when he was hardly a shining example to follow.
Everyone knew about Dash's old ways though Elle suspsected they weren't so forgotten about. Dash liked a good time too. The only difference was he was stupid enough to get caught and idiotic enough to base his career on some bad boy image. Maybe it was just because she was taking up more space in the tabloids that he was angry? No, Elle wouldn't say something like that about her brother. She knew he loved her and was looking out for her. The thign was that there was nothing to look out for. She was fine right? A big girl that could take care of herself.
She definitely liked an audience just like her brother and his friends seemed to give her just the right amount of attention. Ofcourse Elle was lapping it up but deep down she wondered why Dash hadn't knocked one of them out by now. Maybe big brother had finally calmed down. Once again, it was completely unfair that he got away with this stuff from their parents but whenever she got snapped with a guy or drinking a drink at a club, she got grilled the next day. God Dash had it so damn easy.
Elle rolled her eyes at his comment and let out a sarcastic laugh. He definitely wasn't too impressed and drunk or not, she could pick that up easily. The blonde got a little pelasure in torturing her brother. It was so easy to do as his temper flared at anything really. "Maybe" she shrugged without much care, her eyes travelling around the table before ladning on her brother again, "But I haven't decided whose bed I'm sleeping in just yet" she giggled, smiling at Dash as almost a challenge.
A challenge she seemed to lose all too fast as she found herself being dragged to the bar like a toddler. "Dash, what are..." she tried to protest but it was no good. He was stronger than her and all she could do was follow and obey like a little girl. Trust him to get her away from the males as fast as possible. Why did she have to pick this bar of all the bars in town? Why did he have to pick this bar? Sitting her skiny butt down on the bar stool, she signalled to the bartender, "Two shots and a cosmo thanks" she ordered with a flirty smile as he scurried off to get their drinks. Dash probably wouldn't approve but she really didn't care. She was even nice enough to order him shot. "Umm I'm having a good time?" she told him, speaking to him like he'd just asked her ths dumbest question ever. Was that not obvious to him? Her drinks came and the blonde pushed a shot glass towards her big bro, grasping her own quickly before he had the chance to take it off her. Down the hatch it went, leaving burning sensation that she was extremely used to by now. "You should try it some time Dash" she giggled, sipping on her cocktail, her head spinning slightly, "I mean...you're friends seem like they know hwo to have fun. You should too y'know?" she shrugged at the issue, looking over at his friends once more. God, her brother really did have sexy friends.
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Post by --- Dash McKenzie Richards on Jul 3, 2009 1:06:25 GMT -5
Both the Richards kids were a little spoiled but what famous rich kid wasn't? But Dash wasn't as much of a brat as little Elle. He wasn't all that used to having people say no to him but he didn't really throw tantrums when they did. Instead he threw punches or just tried so much harder to show off. So it annoyed the hell out of him, the stunts Ellette pulled to get what she wanted and they never really worked as well on his the way they did on their parents. The only times he broke was when she guilt tripped him and when it didn't involve her getting drunk and sleeping with strangers. It wasn't like he was trying to be a dick, he was just trying to stop her making mistakes she would regret and stopping her turning into the next Lindsay Lohan disaster.
Dash had never planned for his career to go with his bad boy image but it just seemed to happen like that. He'd always been a little out there and wild and his agent and manager had just shaped his career around that, the tough guy who didn't give a shit. It definitely got him a lot of parts and it got him plenty of attention so it wasn't like he was complaining. At least it meant that his career wouldn't fall down if he got caught doing something bad because it was expected of him. No one was going to fire him if he was in the center of a huge bar fight, he wasn't going to lose jobs for cheating on his girlfriend or get slated for smoking weed as he walked off the set of his current project. It just meant he could get away with so much more than the rest of the people he worked with.
He hadn't actually tidied himself up that much, he still fought, he still drank and smoked and slept with a different slut ever night. The only actually fix he had made was all the drug use, getting rid of all the hits of Ex, losing the shots of LSD and kicking the lines of coke in public had been a big improvement on his half. He still smoked weed openly but who didn't hit the ganja these days, it was practically legal, it was that easy to get away with. As for his coke addiction, well that was just more discreet, no one really knew about that, the media had made a few accusations but with nothing solid so it had just filtered away as quickly as it had come up. One thing was for sure though, he had not calmed down, if anything, he was even worse than before with his short fuse and the only reason he wasn't starting a brawl was because Elle was there, there was no doubt punches would be thrown once she was out of the way and not close enough to get wrapped up into was would inevitably turn into a bit of a riot.
A small growl rumbled in the back of his throat when she challenged him on sleeping with one of his friends. Like that was going to happen, they were all scum bags but they all knew their places, Dash wasn't the ring leader or anything but he was the one they didn't dare get on the wrong side of. Everyone knew they didn't want to be on the receiving ends of one of Dash's hits because most of them had done it before, thinking they were big shots and that he was all talk, regretting it very quickly when they woke up the next day with half of their face the color of ebony and a broken nose.
It was almost laughable, the pointless struggling and fight Ellette put up as Dash made her leave the table for there bar but a smile didn't one break onto Dash's hard face. He gave the barman a warning glance when she ordered the drinks but he didn't seem to catch it and stuck more booze in front of Dash's little sister, booze that was down her throat too fast for him to confiscate. He pushed his away, down the bar out of her reach not wanting to egg her on and tried to take the Cosmo from her hands. He could tell she was going out of her way to drive him crazy but that didn't change anything. Patronising little brat.
"Your setting yourself up for disappointment." he informed her as she looked over at his friends again. "And my friends know how to take advantage of underage, stupid little girls that act like they wanna be skanks." he knew that was pretty harsh too but he didn't know what else he could say to make her see that this was oh so wrong. "And don't give me shit about doing the same thing. I'm a guy and I'm older and this isn't you."
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