he watched her go in and then come out quickly and throws the drinks at him and then takes off. "What happen, you didn't steal this did you and don't lie to me," he said trying to sound more mature then he was but he had never stole anything even those take a penny leave a penny he didn't touch because he didn't have a penny to give. He then looked at the drinks and felt a rush of excitement. He probably wouldn't go out and start stealing everything in sight but he did try to hide the smile of it all and he try to stay firm and get a honest answer to tell her that stealing was wrong.

"This better not be, like, a date, Sara. I mean it, if I walk in there and you're like, 'SURPRISE! WE'RE DOUBLE DATING!,' I'll kill you," Vara says as they walk up the street to the Dirty Bastard, keeping pace with each other in their heeled shoes. Sara was rocking an old band t-shirt, some ripped up jeans, and high-heeled black boots - while Vara was wearing a tight, low cut and revealing navy dress and high wedges.

"It's not a date or anything like that. Come on, Koda and I aren't even dating. Like hell I would set you up with one of his friends," Sara says back with a wink. Vara starts to look like she's offended, but it passes when she realizes that Sara is right in saying so anyway.

The two girls walk into the bar and Sara quickly scans the room, finding Koda in his empty booth. She gives him a little wave and grabs Vara's hand, leading her over to him.

"Oh, fuck, is that him? He's cute..." Vara whispers and Sara laughs a little bit as they start to get closer to him.

"Yeah, he is cute, so lay off. I'm sure his friend is cute, too."

Vara shrugs and then flashes Koda a big smile when they're close enough. "Hi, how are you?" She asks, her Italian accent floating into the crowded sound of the bar. "I'm Vara."

Edited by user 11 May 2014 04:30:50(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

OOC: Hi, I'm new here and I wanna meet some new friends here. Hope you guys can help me. Thank you!

*Reese Hollinsworth walks into The Dirty Bastard*
Reese: Okay, let's see if I can get a decent strawberry daiquiri around here.

Tessa Laity walked into the Dirty Bastard, one arm wrapping across her torso, holding her other arm that was hanging by her side. She wasn't really a bar person. In fact, she wasn't really the type of person to go out at all. When she was around too many people, she got panicky and uncomfortable - and it was even worse if those people were drunk. She really couldn't handle drunk people very well. And drinking herself? That was a once in a while thing. But she had just released her first album with her band, and it was doing decently well so far, so she figured she might as well treat herself. Alone. She tried to push out how depressing of a thought that was as she sat down at the bar and ordered an apple martini as she straightened out the bottom of her blue summer dress that went about to her knees, and that dipped in the neck. She was overweight, and she knew that she was, but she was never the type of person to hide her body just because it wasn't the American standard of perfect, so she didn't think anything of her dress - although surely a few intolerant people had mentally made comments about her wearing something so revealing around her chest. She sighs and looks around the bar, knowing that the possibility of her knowing anybody here was extremely slim, but she just wanted to make sure.

Tessa looks up and glances in the direction of the voice she hears when she hears somebody call themselves a beautiful woman waiting for somebody to buy them a drink. Tessa was a strong believer in confidence over arrogance, and she was pretty sure only a completely arrogant women would seriously say something like that. She saw who had said it and grinned. Definitely underaged. Tessa, who was 25, felt almost like she was too old to be in this bar now. But she figured she'd throw the girl a bone. "Hey," she says to the bartender, waving him over in her low, soft voice. "Get her whatever she wants. On me. We all need a break sometimes."

Sabrina walking towards Tessa direction only to have the bartender come back and gave her a Real drink and pointed to tessa. She felt like a little girl walking up to her and sitting next to her. "Um, thanks for that." she said putting her virgin ice tea and long island down on the counter. "You didn't have to do that, I'm Sabrina." she said holding her hand out over to her.

"Nice to meet you Tessa," Sabrina swirled the straw in her glass as she was asked about what she was doing here. "I been working on songs non stop so friends wanted me to go out and have fun. "They didn't have to stay in my house and lock me out of it until they feel satisfy." She said drink a little bit. "Tessa....Your from that music group...Cherry Street. I love you work."

She laughed "No worries I don't have anything that is worth anything for them. I live like a freshman in college bare minimum with junk everywhere." She took a sip of her drink and then nods "I do house and and some R&B music, but I listening to a lot of music and you guys are close on my list of favorites." She knew a few things about the band but she didn't know much about them individually. She wasn't very good at small talk but she did like them and Tessa was a nice girl. "So that is my story about "friends" trying to get me to have fun what about you what are you doing here?"

She laughed a little they were in different parts of their career but they sounded similar. She was surprised that her friends wouldn't have come with her. She would have thought that Vanessa would have at lease been here to cheer her on. "I know about that but they didn't want me to become a recluse. How are you handling it? You think are able to got out and have fun."

"You can't be that old," Sabrina finished her drink and looked to go to get to the virgin drink now. "My excuse is that I'm the type of person that thinks better when their is nothing to do." She tried to work it in a way that it made her the type of person that couldn't deal in clutter, but in actually the reason was she was a workaholic. She always had things going on and she was always a busy body that the only time she would stay in one place long enough was to write. "You don't seem to be very confident in your fun skills. Maybe we should to get you back in the groove," she said putting her drink down.