Boys can look pretty too (Open)

[ashton]

[pink]"Do you think this lipsticks matches the eye shadow?"[/pink]

[red]"Mehr"[/red]

[pink]"I don't need ta be lookin' like no Mary now."[/pink]

[red]"Meh meh."[/red]

Ashton looked down at the small black and white kitten that was sitting on his bathroom sink staring up at him with what appeared to be disapproving eyes. [pink]"Now don' give me that look. I'm just out to have a bit o' fun."[/pink] He patted the kitten on the head lightly, getting a small disapproving,[red] "merr"[/red] as her ears flattened and she turned away from him. He shrugged and went back to looking in the mirror as he leaned closer and applied the rest of the dark red lipstick before pressing his lips together and smiling. black and white shaded eyes stared at an image that was far from a man. He might be tall, but Ashton was often mistaken for being a female without make up on... so he had decided it would be fun to fool with a few heads that night. He grabbed his looped black piercing and pushed it through the hole in his lower lip before stepping back. [pink]"Well don't I look a bit all alright."[/pink] He leaned back, red painted nails coming up to adjust the little top hat fit with pins against his wild silver blue hair. Part of it had been put back into a bun while the rest of it draped down into victorian curls, lapping at his bare shoulders.

For this night he needed something fun to wear. He had chosen a black and white leather corset that fit tightly around his chest, the white moving diagonally off centered to the right with leather lace holding it together. He had on laced fingerless gloves that came up to his elbows and a skirt to match the lace, the torn and shredded at the edges, dancing several inches above his knees. Not too long to be oppressive, but not too short for anyone to accidentally catch a glance at his jollies. Scooping up the small kitten he walked out of the restroom and shut the door behind him before placing her on the bed and sitting down to pull the black one inch healed knee high boots on over the white tights. He had boots that were taller... but quite honestly, if he was going to be a pretty girl, why be any taller.

Whistling to himself Ashton jumped up and clapped his hands together. [pink]"I'm off. Don't wait up for me missy."[/pink] Before leaving he paused and snatched the small laced collar lying on the stand near his door.[pink] "Mmmm, can't forget this."[/pink] He strapped it around his throat, hiding the adams apple which quite honestly, wasn't much of one in the first place.

Now he was ready. Ashton walked out of his apartment, shutting the door and locking it behind him before he exited the building and headed briskly to the night life. He often came out into the city for drinking, but rarely went out to clubs, save for a few familiar ones. Tonight he had planned on going to the night club that didn't just puke out atrocious rap music for hours on end, but managed to find a nice median for dancable music. Yes, this was a night to dance, to get completely arseholed. Perhaps it was a night he could also get lucky, though in Ashton's mind, it wasn't sex he was looking for. Was it to taunt someone, to tease and humiliate... or perhaps he just wanted to pick a fight. He wasn't quite sure yet of what his plans were. Ashton was never one to plan ahead, he just went with the flow, as screwed up as it might be.

He walked down the street, heads turning to look at the odd girl. As tall as he was, with the bone structure of his face and the tiny waist, he looked more like a model than a transvestite. Of course the man walked as if he were in a state of obliviousness, always in his own world unless he found a target of curiosity. Only when he entered the club did his mind drift back down to reality. The loud beat of techno swelled as he opened the doors and walked in. Tattoo'd shoulders visibly shuddered with delight as the beat coursed through his veins. Walking over to the bar he leaned over, slipping a few bills out from his corset and handing it to the bartender, [pink]"mmm... give me a long island sweetie. I'm a little thirsty."[/pink] His voice had moved an octave higher, still with the touch of his British accent, but easily sounding like a woman. The man gave him a once over before smiling and nodding, going quickly to get him a tall glass of yummy.

Ashton turned around and eyed the surroundings. Who was he going to play with tonight?

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona usually tried her hardest to stay out of night clubs. They reeked of alcohol and dirty men who tried to touch her. She didn't like the hands that tried to run over her body while packed on the dance floor. But Dolores had told her about this club and begged her to go check it out, and Mona could never say no to Lo. She had tried so many times but her BFF held her will captive, and Mona was hopeless to deny her. So she had entered the club in a light green dress that went down to mid thigh, on her feet were gold heels with ribbons that wrapped up leg to mid calf. She accented it with a gold necklace and head band that kept her long curly hair out of her face. Her eyes were lightly covered with gold sparkling eye shadow. She had looked at herself in the mirror and was proud of what she had put together.

Mona hadn't planned on drinking, she wasn't big on alcohol. She hated even the smell of it, but to keep people from offering to buy her a drink she asked the bartender for a coke in a glass, so that it looked like rum and coke. It had been working well until she grabbed the wrong glass and ended up taking a long swig of rum. Mona didn't have a very high tolerance level , and that one swig made her head spin. She felt the uncomfortable energy that she once had inside the club vanish , and a calm looseness fill her.

Mona had a smile on her face, not her fake one or a real smile , but the kind of smile that let anyone know that she was out of her mind. She felt so good that she even danced out on the floor. She let the beat carry her away and let her body move in a sea of others. She had winked and smiled at girls who came close to her and had actually kissed one who was drunker then she was. It was fun for Mona but deep in the back of her mind a voice whispered that it wouldn't be fun tomorrow.

Mona had finished dancing and walked back to the bar. She sat on a bar stool and looked at all the people in the club before her eyes were attracted to a woman that stood at the bar. She had been the most beautiful women she had seen since giving up on a relationship with Lo. She held Mona's attention, and didn't even look her way. Mona didn't even listen to the voice telling her that it was a bad idea. Before she knew it she was up and walking toward the beauty.

"What is someone as pretty as you doing in a club like this?"

[ashton]

As he received his drink Ashton took a long sip of the cola tasting liquor. It wasn't the best drink, but damn it got the job done. He smiled, his body tingling from the burn of alcohol and the beat of the club. He did love sensations, especially the fun ones that tickled him happy. He smiled, head bobbing back and forth slowly to the beat before he turned around and came face to face with Mona. He nearly spit out the drink he was sipping when she came up to him and clearly didn't recognize him at the moment. He really didn't look like his usual self, and under the strobe lights it was even harder to tell exactly who the had been recovering library man was.

He caught himself and smiled, breathing in as he brought himself into character of the young female hatter. Now that he actually knew this girl, it seemed like it was a more interesting game. It also made everything fall into place. The breast comment she had made in the beginning of meeting her had caught his attention, but now with her coming up to flirt with him it seemed to finally put the last puzzle into piece. She was a lesbian, or at least bisexual. He was expecting to flirt with a straight man and to perhaps tease him into an awkward situation, or better yet, show him a little bit of color in their vanilla life. He had not been expecting a woman to come up to him, let alone little Mona.

[pink]"I would have to ask the same,"[/pink] It took a lot more to hide his British accent, and words that he used regularly. It wouldn't have been an issue had it been anyone else, but he didn't feel like giving himself away quite yet, no, he wanted to play with her. She was such a delightful woman, how could he not be tempted?

He took a sip of the drink and sat down on a stool so that he was level with her, eyes holding on her face, trying hard not to skim her body. Having already drained nearly the entire drink he set it down behind him, tempted for a cigarette, but holding back before he grabbed Mona's hand and pulled her closer, giving a coy, flirtatious smile, [pink]"Would you rather be over there?"[pink] Ashton asked, pointing back to the dance floor she had come from, [pink]"I did come here to dance, but I didn't think I'd be so lucky finding someone like you here."[/pink] He played the american accent quite well, and with his voice soft, he did sound far too similar to a woman. Eerily so. Ahh to keep the grin that was trying to work it's way over his lips, now that was a challenge. He bit down on his lip ring in a playful manner, waiting for Mona's response.

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona stumbled slightly as she was pulled closer to the woman. She let out a small giggle as she tripped. She knew deep inside that something was different, and that she shouldn't be going out on the dance floor with this woman, but her buzzed mind ignored it and let the tall girl drag her out onto the pulsing floor. Mona wasn't big on the whole dancing thing, the idea of being surrounded by people you didn't know made her uncomfortable in the worst way. But she followed this woman to the dance floor , giggling and tripping over her own feet. She smiled and clapped her hands almost child like as a the music changed."Oh I love this song!" Mona smiled and closed her eyes as she started to dance to the song in a rhythmic fashion.

Mona loved music, it was a guilty pleasure of hers. She didn't want to go into the business like her father did, but she liked to listen to the beat and the lyrics. She liked to listen to music and sing when no one was around to watch her. She liked to mouth the words or hum the melody while she was doing something. And the music playing the background in the club made her feel more bold. She swayed side to side and move her head around to the beat. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the beat. She forgot all about the woman who stood in front of her while she danced to the music.

Mona opened her eyes and looked at the woman. She smiled at her, in a soft sweet way. She grabbed the girls hands and pulled her closer to Mona. she continued to dance but kept looking at the woman's face. Mona leaned in closely and yelled over the music, "Why don't you dance closer me?" She let out a laugh and pulled the girl closer. She kept hold of the woman's hands as she danced. "You know you look a lot like my friend, but your a girl, and girls are always more pretty then boys. Always!"

She used the woman's hand and used it to twirl herself. "Your so tall, and pretty. A lot of people must go home with you!" Mona gave another small giggle , "I would" Mona whispered into her ear.