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Post by JAMAL "PINSTRIPE" ELLISON on Mar 31, 2011 17:07:29 GMT -5
It was the very beginning of the summer season, and already Jamal was itching to get his party on. He'd arrived at the place he'd be calling home for the next few months, 40 Beach View, in the middle of the afternoon, and found it deserted. Oh, his housemates would show up soon enough, he wasn't worried about that. But a brother has to find some way of entertaining himself, and sitting around an empty house all day wasn't going to cut it.
So, after getting all... well, most of his stuff unpacked, and spending a half hour on his balcony, gazing out over the beach with a crisply-rolled blunt in his hand, Pinstripe had decided to go check out some of the local scene.
Depressingly, the first couple of bars he'd tried had been pretty much dead. A few skirts around, but nothin' to write home about. At least the bartender in the second place had seemed to know his stuff. It was on his recommendation, then, that Jamal (after leaving the dude a decent tip) had found his way to Karma.
Now, this was much more like it. Some uptempo RnB shit was playing in the background, and though the place wasn't exactly packed, there was a decent-sized crowd. Well-dressed, too, he thought. Especially that handsome black SOB with the stylish, retro blazer on. Oh wait! That was a mirror.
Feeling comfortable, and only slightly drunk, he strode over to the bar. "Jack and coke, no ice," he asked the barman, in a casual tone.
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Post by CARA "CEE" D'ACAMPO on Mar 31, 2011 17:28:34 GMT -5
Cara's first summer at the Jersey Shore hadn't exactly begun with a flying start. The house was pretty empty and being a new kid in a house of friends didn't exactly help. Cara had spent most of her day in unpacking and making herself familiar with her new surroundings but as the sun began to set over Seaside Heights, she decided she could maybe find some sort of fun else where.
It took the girl a while to get ready. She wasn't going to go out looking like some sort of tramp. She did have an appearance to keep up. So she slowly curled her hair, applied her make-up and found a tight dress and towering heels to put on. Even though she was going out alone, she was obviously going to meet some people out so she felt she would need to make a good impression.
Cara decided that she would walk down to the clubs. She had been told about this one called Karma. Apparently it was really good later on in the night, but this was an unusually early time for Cara to go out so she wondered it it would be any good now. The brunette strode slowly pass shops, restaurants and bars. She kept on spotting places that looked pretty cool, and maybe somewhere she would hang out when she made more friends.
Eventually she found the famous Karma. It was a modern looking club, half outside and half inside. It wasn't too busy but everyone looked like they were having a good time. Cara smiled sweetly as she made her way over to the bar. She felt like a cocktail, she had heard they were pretty good here. "One strawberry daiquiri please." She said to the bar tender in her New Jersey accent. She passed him the money and began to drink it. As the girl turned around she bumped carelessly into some guy to the left of her. "Oh I'm really sorry." She said, hoping he wasn't offended. You never know what people can be like.
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Post by JAMAL "PINSTRIPE" ELLISON on Mar 31, 2011 18:09:11 GMT -5
Pinstripe had just put his drink to his lips when he someone bump into him from the right, causing him to take a much bigger gulp than he'd intended. Spluttering, he'd turned to face whoever'd bumped him, about to raise hell, when he heard a soft female voice saying "Sorry." He stopped in his tracks and took a good look at her. This was some girl, he thought. Long, dark hair, just a hint of makeup, and, as well as he could make out in a split second, not a bad figure either. Jamal's shock and annoyance departed him as quickly as it had arrived. "In every cloud, huh," he thought to himself, amused.
"Damn girl. Long as you look like that, you ain't never got to say sorry for nothin'." Jamal's tone was matter-of-fact, as if he were complimenting a pizza boy on a prompt delivery. "Y'know, there's always more drinks. That's the great thing about bars and clubs."
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Post by CARA "CEE" D'ACAMPO on Apr 2, 2011 18:16:37 GMT -5
When Cara saw who she had bumped into she smiled. Wow, he was hot. When he complimented her she smiled sweetly and giggled. "Thanks." She said still smiling. "Well, when I am finished this you can buy me another." Cara suggested in a way that he wouldn't be able to turn her down. Cara was always good when it came to flirting. She normally knew the right things to say and do.
"I'm Cara by the way." She said introducing herself. Cara out stretched her free hand for him to shake. Cara wondered if this guy was from one of the new houses or just lived in this part of New Jersey. She knew her certainly didn't live in the Original Shore House as she had never seen him on any previous seasons of the Jersey Shore.
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Post by JAMAL "PINSTRIPE" ELLISON on Apr 3, 2011 14:36:33 GMT -5
Jamal thought for a second about kissing her outstretched hand, before remembering that he wasn't European. Instead, he took it and shook it, firmly but without crushing her. "Oh, I can, can I?' he said, sounding amused. "I'll think about it," he said, with a smile.
"Cara huh? Well, my name's Jamal, but most people call me Pinstripe. You can call my either, it's all good." At that moment he felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, and whipped it out. "Excuse me a second," he told her, apologetically, and looked at the message that had arrived.
"Haha, typical," he laughed. "You think one of your boys is gonna be tryin to get in touch, and it's just your Mom wishing you luck."
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Post by CARA "CEE" D'ACAMPO on Apr 3, 2011 14:55:00 GMT -5
Cara laughed lightly when he said he would only think about buying her another drink. If he didn't then she would of failed miserably and her track record of getting guys would be ruined. But still she smiled at him sweetly. The club was beginning to fill up and more and more people piled into the club. It was weird not knowing anyone. Cara was just to going out with loads of friends and always having someone to talk and laugh with.
"Well, please to meet you Jamal." Cara said still smiling. "It's cool." She said when he apologised foe checking his phone. When he said it was his mom she laughed. "My mom is the same. She is one of those typical Italian mothers. She always calls to see if I am OK and comes round to my house with huge plates of food and washing." Cara replied.
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Post by JAMAL "PINSTRIPE" ELLISON on Apr 3, 2011 15:41:34 GMT -5
Jamal considered her comment with interest. "You're one a those guidettes then?" He'd figured as such, but wasn't sure. "Gotta say, that's the kind of mothering I can get behind. Black Moms, you still get the calls, but they're more like... 'Why you ain't done this yet?' She's a cool lady though, even if I AM glad she'd back in Brooklyn right now." Jamal had moved out from his Mom's place a few years ago, but she had kept coming round on a regular basis and he always tried to make it to hers for dinner on Sundays. In truth, he'd probably miss her, but he still didn't want her around when he was going to be partying his ass off all summer.
Pinstripe lifted his glass, and offered a toast. "To motherly love," he said, with a wide grin, before swallowing the remaining liquid in the glass in a single gulp. Being in female company, he repressed the urge to belch after.
Jamal turned back toward the bar, this time getting the attention of a young blonde barmaid. As he reached for his wallet, he turned back to Cara quickly. "So, I think I might just be able to stretch to that drink. What ya having?"
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Post by CARA "CEE" D'ACAMPO on Apr 4, 2011 13:05:22 GMT -5
"You could say that." Cara replied to his question about her being a guidette. She definitely was, but what she wasn't was one of those girls that slept around and was DTF with every guy in a club. Cara thought that was just skanky. Of course she flirted and kissed guys but she never really hooked up with them without knowing them properly. You never could know where all these guys had been!
Cara laughed when Pinstripe explained what his mom was like. Cara's mom was always on at her brother's like that, but she was more relaxed with her and her sister. She guessed it was because in Italian families it was still normally the men that had to go out to work and that took a bit more hard work and studying than staying in cooking for your husband. "My mom is always like that with my brothers!" She replied. When Jamal proposed the toast, she raised her almost empty glass too. "To motherly love!" She repeated.
When Jamal agreed to buy Cara another drink, she finished the last of her previous one in a gulp. "Erm I think I'll have a Vodka Coke." She said, deciding to differ from another cocktail.
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Post by JAMAL "PINSTRIPE" ELLISON on Apr 4, 2011 17:19:47 GMT -5
Jamal was mighty relieved that he didn't have to order one of those girly looking things Cara had been drinking. He couldn't remember what they were called, and the fact didn't trouble him.
"One whisky and coke, one vodka and coke," Pinstripe said, looking the barmaid squarely in the eye. "And no ice." Truth be told, Jamal had never really got why people wanted ice in beverages that were chilled to start with. At least, unless it was a hundred degrees or something.
"About there," he said, as the girl behind the bar gave him the 'Say when' look. He wasn't sure if she liked her drinks strong or with lots of mixer, so he'd gone for an in-between kind of level and hoped for the best. "There ya go," he said, handing Cara her drink before getting out the bill to pay for the drinks. "Keep the change," he said, which sounded cooler than it really was- there wasn't going to be much anyway.
Jamal had a happy, confident look to him as he sipped the first mouthful from the glass. "So, since the way I see it, I'm now the official sponsor of this conversation... how 'bout you tell me something surprising about yourself?"
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