Break B R E A K Your H E A R T [Open]

[Izabelle Denver]

This week seemed to be dragging on forever, time almost feeling as thought it were standing still. Izabelle's work schedule was full, and when she wasn't working she was working on Warrior's training. She had decided that she wanted to train Warrior to jump. Which only put even more work on herself really. Between work and Warrior she was feeling worn out. The idea of a night off sounded good to her. So Izabelle had refused to schedule anyone for Friday or Saturday. She usually didn't need to take off, she had enough energy to do it all. But working on training Warrior was much tougher then she thought it would be. The gelding was stubborn and cheeky, doing whatever he wanted and not listening too well. He had always been a lot to handle, but she had the same stubbornness that he had. They were a perfect match, if anyone could get him to do it she would. Though she knew that it was going to take quite some time before he gave in.

But tonight she wasn't thinking about any of that. She was here, at Rumor's to have fun. It was really the only thing she was interested in doing any more, living her life every day like it was her last. Because really, who knows when it is going to be your last. Her body was made to be shown in her opinion. Which is why she wore a tight, short, black skirt with a slinky black top that showed just about all of her skin. She had straightened her deep brown hair and let it fall down over her shoulders. On her feet was a pair of tall, knee high boots made of black leather. She was certainly a knock-out, that was for sure. Of course she could also be described as rather vain. But who could blame her?

As the music echoed through the small building, more and more bodies crowded inside the small nightclub. Those who were dancing were entwined together, bodies becoming one. Izabelle's thin frame was moving to the beat of the music, her hands running over her body. As her arms lifted over her head she ran them through her hair and let it fall. Any man would have been lucky if she even gave him a second glance. But she certainly knew better then to mingle with the wrong crowds. She was rather picky when it came to the men whom she came in contact with. After all she knew what she liked, and she knew what was good for her. Her attention was easily taken away when strong hands wrapped around her waist. A sly smile spread over her lips as her body mingled with that of a tall gentleman. She might not sleep with him, but it was still plenty fun to tease men. Though this man seemed a bit grabby, but she would allow it for a bit longer before removing him.

After a few more minutes of dancing with the frisky man, Izabelle twirled out of his grasp. She shook her head at him and slipped through the crowd, finding a new spot to dance. But instead of stopping to dance, she decided to head to the bar. She took a seat at the bar and smiled flirtatiously at the bartender, ordering a rum and coke. Her grey eyes sparkled in the flashing lights of the club while she waited patiently for him to finish her drink. Her hand slipped into her pocket and she handed the man money before taking her drink and sipping it slowly. The taste was divine, and it made her feel energized in a way. Tonight was going to be fun, she just had a feeling.