Post by Professor Isabel Cifuentes on Jul 15, 2006 12:04:20 GMT 7
Isabel, being new to the area, was obviously willing to walk around and explore her surroundings. Actually, earlier that day, she had walked by this nightclub. To her, it looked extremely interesting, not to mention--a lot of fun. She had her mind made up--she would go there for the night. Afterall, there was no rule against teachers at IWU not being allowed to go to nightclubs, not as far as she knew anyway. She just hoped that she would not look like an outcast. Of course, if you thought about it, she was. She was not worried about that though. She was just worried about making friends and having fun. Who knew, maybe she would even meet a quality guy. Smiling as she looked into the mirror, she checked her appearance. She wanted to look her best, but she did not want to overdo it either. She was only going to a nightclub for a few drinks and to dance.
She fixed the top of her shirt. It was a halter that went around her neck. The front was not that low-cut, but it was a v-shape. She wore a pair of loosely-fitting pants that also fit her body nicely. She fixed it, making it so that she was comfortable. Afterwards, she slipped on a pair of flip flops and let out one of her rather usual heavy sighs.
Isabel then leaned towards the mirror and looked at her face. Shr decided that she needed no make-up, nor did she want any. She was just going to be natural. As for her long mass of waves, she left it down as she usually did. They flowed along her shoulders and down her back lightly. Lastly, before finishing up, she put a large pair of silver hoop earrings in her ears.
After checking herself in the mirror, she turned around and allowed her eyes to roam the area of the room. She was prepared for a night of fun and enjoyment. She just hoped that she had not overdressed or underdressed or outdone herself. She started to think about the fun she was hoping to have. I wonder if they have kereoke. Maybe I can show off my talents. She thought to herself as her thoughts--or more rather dreams--passed through her head. She walked across the room, grabbing her change purse and then noticed her cat.
"Consuelo, mi gata bonita," she said lightly and in a baby-ish voice as she lifted the cat into her arms. "Yo tengo que ir." She pet the cat's ears and then place it on its feet on the floor. She walked from the room, locking the door behind her. She inhaled deeply and then set off for the place that she had seen ealier that day.
She decided to walk to the nightclub since the place was not that far from where she lived. She continued walking for a mild period of time until she saw the place. She sighed a somewhat heavy sign of relief and then whined somewhat since her feet were hurting because she had chosen to wear flip flops.
She approached the door, noticing that they had people to check for identification. She had a feeling that she had forgotten hers. She checked through her change purse, which was large on the inside. She had a hard time trying to find it. However, she did, and they allowed her in. She smiled kindly at the man and nodded as she entered the nightclub for the first time.
Everyone was dancing and having a good time, or so it seemed. She was sure that she would be doing the same within the next few moments. But first, she needed and wanted a drink. So, she went to the bar and ordered one from the tender. She gave him a few sickles and sipped her Firewhiskey heavily. Once the music became more upbeat and to her liking, Isabel kicked her flip flops off near the bar and walked out to the palce where everyone else was dancing. She joined in and then felt the temperature in her body start to rise. She rolledthe front of her shirt up and tied it loosely, allowing it only to be above her belly button, hoping to cool off a bit.
She could honestly say that she knew none of the songs that were playing on stage. But, as the others were, she was dancing to the beat of the song, allowing the music to be her guide. However, the current song ended, and another came on. This one had no words, but just music. Isabel recognized it as a Middle Eastern beat, and she knew that she would be able to dance to it. She moved her chest, then her waist, then her hips, eventually allowing her whole body to move with her. She was dancing the Arabic Belly Dance that she had learned for such kinds of music. Deep down, she hoped that she was the only one dancing. It would have been embarrassing though. She had a feeling that she was but, since she was not paying any attention, she did not know.
She was tired at that moment, so she took a break. In doing so, she walked over to the bar and noticed her shoes. She left them where they were and seated herself on a bar stool. She ordered some water, rather than an alcoholic Firewhiskey. She drank it heavily and turned to watch the others that she did not know dance. They all seemed to move in unison as they were on the dance floor. The songs were still upbeat. And, as much as she wanted to go dance, she needed to regain her energy.
She started to wonder whether they would play a tango or salsa. She was hoping very deep down that a dance for two people would come on and a guy would ask her to dance. For some reason, she wanted it to be the tango, since the tango is for two, after all. Also, she loved that dance.
Sitting silently as she watched the people, she examined the way that they moved with each other and how the other women acted around each other and the men in the club. She shook her head at the animal-like behavior and concluded that most of them were drunk and out of their minds. She nodded lightly, lifting her glass to her lips, and then sipped some more water, sitting and waiting.
She fixed the top of her shirt. It was a halter that went around her neck. The front was not that low-cut, but it was a v-shape. She wore a pair of loosely-fitting pants that also fit her body nicely. She fixed it, making it so that she was comfortable. Afterwards, she slipped on a pair of flip flops and let out one of her rather usual heavy sighs.
Isabel then leaned towards the mirror and looked at her face. Shr decided that she needed no make-up, nor did she want any. She was just going to be natural. As for her long mass of waves, she left it down as she usually did. They flowed along her shoulders and down her back lightly. Lastly, before finishing up, she put a large pair of silver hoop earrings in her ears.
After checking herself in the mirror, she turned around and allowed her eyes to roam the area of the room. She was prepared for a night of fun and enjoyment. She just hoped that she had not overdressed or underdressed or outdone herself. She started to think about the fun she was hoping to have. I wonder if they have kereoke. Maybe I can show off my talents. She thought to herself as her thoughts--or more rather dreams--passed through her head. She walked across the room, grabbing her change purse and then noticed her cat.
"Consuelo, mi gata bonita," she said lightly and in a baby-ish voice as she lifted the cat into her arms. "Yo tengo que ir." She pet the cat's ears and then place it on its feet on the floor. She walked from the room, locking the door behind her. She inhaled deeply and then set off for the place that she had seen ealier that day.
She decided to walk to the nightclub since the place was not that far from where she lived. She continued walking for a mild period of time until she saw the place. She sighed a somewhat heavy sign of relief and then whined somewhat since her feet were hurting because she had chosen to wear flip flops.
She approached the door, noticing that they had people to check for identification. She had a feeling that she had forgotten hers. She checked through her change purse, which was large on the inside. She had a hard time trying to find it. However, she did, and they allowed her in. She smiled kindly at the man and nodded as she entered the nightclub for the first time.
Everyone was dancing and having a good time, or so it seemed. She was sure that she would be doing the same within the next few moments. But first, she needed and wanted a drink. So, she went to the bar and ordered one from the tender. She gave him a few sickles and sipped her Firewhiskey heavily. Once the music became more upbeat and to her liking, Isabel kicked her flip flops off near the bar and walked out to the palce where everyone else was dancing. She joined in and then felt the temperature in her body start to rise. She rolledthe front of her shirt up and tied it loosely, allowing it only to be above her belly button, hoping to cool off a bit.
She could honestly say that she knew none of the songs that were playing on stage. But, as the others were, she was dancing to the beat of the song, allowing the music to be her guide. However, the current song ended, and another came on. This one had no words, but just music. Isabel recognized it as a Middle Eastern beat, and she knew that she would be able to dance to it. She moved her chest, then her waist, then her hips, eventually allowing her whole body to move with her. She was dancing the Arabic Belly Dance that she had learned for such kinds of music. Deep down, she hoped that she was the only one dancing. It would have been embarrassing though. She had a feeling that she was but, since she was not paying any attention, she did not know.
She was tired at that moment, so she took a break. In doing so, she walked over to the bar and noticed her shoes. She left them where they were and seated herself on a bar stool. She ordered some water, rather than an alcoholic Firewhiskey. She drank it heavily and turned to watch the others that she did not know dance. They all seemed to move in unison as they were on the dance floor. The songs were still upbeat. And, as much as she wanted to go dance, she needed to regain her energy.
She started to wonder whether they would play a tango or salsa. She was hoping very deep down that a dance for two people would come on and a guy would ask her to dance. For some reason, she wanted it to be the tango, since the tango is for two, after all. Also, she loved that dance.
Sitting silently as she watched the people, she examined the way that they moved with each other and how the other women acted around each other and the men in the club. She shook her head at the animal-like behavior and concluded that most of them were drunk and out of their minds. She nodded lightly, lifting her glass to her lips, and then sipped some more water, sitting and waiting.