our MiX tape [daphne & anyone else]

[Anne Lévesque]

All Anne could hear was that it was somewhere around nine. Wow, she'd been asleep for two hours? Maybe more? She rubbed the back of her neck a little, it feeling a bit tight from the awkward position. She felt gross, having been on this bus for six hours and only standing for fifteen minutes in total. Not to mention she had been in these shorts for far, far too long. She needed a new outfit. Especially sitting in this one for six hours was absolutely disturbing. The only warmth she was getting was a Saab blanket! What the hell was Saab anyways?! She yawned a little as she downed a good portion of the Tab energy drink and heard Bridget yell. Anne, along with Daphne, looked over to see their friend having a stain. Now that sucked. Anne bit her lip sympathetically, but saw that Daphne had it covered. She faced forward again, and heard Daphne mumble about the time, but slowly interrupted by the ugly voice of the driver.

Wait, they were here! Wow. Thank god for sleep, for it really did make time go by a lot faster. Anne smiled, looking out the window with Daphne at the Strip. Sure, she'd been here loads of times, but the best part about being in Vegas was entering it. The loads of lights, the action, the life, the mystery and of course, the Strip. Shopping galore. Anne smiled to Daphne excitedly as she let the bus driver's words carry over her head. She didn't give a rat's ass what he had to say. They soon pulled into the Treasure Island resort, an amazing, grand hotel that made Anne's heart skip. She'd finally get off the pube mobile! Her smile widened as the bus stopped. It was crazy as students giggled and screamed of enjoyment while clambering off the bus. Anne led the way, while it took little time since everyone was half sprinting to get off the pube mobile, and then onto the sidewalk.

It was chaos, as the lower level of the bus was opened for everyone to grab their things. But Anne, being a hotel lover and expert, would walk on crabs before she started carrying her own luggage to her room. So, she walked over to one of the bellboys, who looked hopelessly confused if any students needed him to bring their bags, but smiled as Anne came over.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his fake smile gleaming with surgically enhanced teeth. Anne nodded.

"I have a couple bags, way too much for me and my friends to handle. We need a carrier -"

"Of course, I'll be right there." The bellboy said excitedly, actually having a meaning to his poor life. Anne raised an eyebrow, wondering how it could have sounded so exciting, but then again, he was actually doing something instead of standing around. She walked back over and looked for her bags, which were toppled carelessly over everyone else's. The chaos lightened a bit, as other students started filtering into the hotel, while the bell boy made his way into the tinier crowd. "We need all of these brought up to room 453. Got that?" She asked, as the bell boy simply nodded and started loading them on. Anne then turned to Daphne. "Shall we go?" Anne said, grinning mischievously. They were finally in Las Vegas! Tonight they'd get settled in, maybe go down to the pool or hit a club, then tomorrow night they'd hit the exclusive Tangerine. Nice.

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[ally]

Having just recently left the bus and collected his luggage Alessandro turned around, his bag clutched tightly in his right hand as it folded into a fist. Dragging its heavy ass the young Italians smile never seized as he watched the bellboys take the others students’ bags and take them up to their rooms.
Delivery too? This place is better than I expected.
“Signor!” Alessandro called to one of the bellboys, “Can you please?”
Nodding his head towards the bag he then looked back up to see the bellboy had paid no attention to him at all, not glance, not a corner eye view heck it wasn’t even well mannered nor polite to say the least.
“Sir!” Alessandro called once more this time capturing the attention of the young man bellboy. He looked at Alessandro, confusion in his eyes, his face a blank until he stared at the boy and his back quickly understanding the picture all to well. He turned away.
Bastard.

Slowly moving close to the hotel a young woman swiftly got caught in the corner of his right eye. Stopping in his tracks the Italian let his hand drop from his heavy bag and push his hat up using his index finger. His dark brown eyes quickly attached to Anne who was standing outside the hotel with another girl and surprise, surprise there a bellboy actually doing his job which the majority refused to do for him.
It’s the hat right? He thought before shaking his head brutally trying to snap out of his dream like, moaning, nagging world of how useless the bellboys were. Maybe if they even acknowledge the existence of real gentlemen such as himself he might of even gave them a tip! Well one thing was sure he wasn’t leaving the soap and shampoo in the bathroom before he would leave.

Grabbing his bag once again he took a deep breath.
You said you were going to meet people and be social well here is your chance you prick. Go talk to some people, get to know them and then go get pissed with them! You’re not going to be a loner here.
“Hello!” He called to Anne as he dragged the bag on the wheels over to the young women, well not really young they were probably his age or maybe older but it was all in the good mannerism was it not?
“Hi, I’m Alessandro and this is Vegas” He laughed, “Ever been before?”
His once smile which held excitement and happiness of being in Vegas soon turned into an anxious, nerve racking smile. Looking past the girls for a moment he allowed his eyes to get a clear view of the hotel.
It was all lit up like a Christmas tree in his mind, the darkness which would normally be a terrifying place for some would became a joyful and mesmerising experience all so suddenly and it would all take place in this one spot. The lights were fantastic, the passing of people sent his blood pumping and a lump could have formed in his throat if he was one of them people who spent all day crying with joy on how beautiful this place was but he had bigger things on his mind.
He looked back at the girls.

[Daphne Hayes]

Thankful that their time on the bus was over. Already, excited for what the night would bring them. Sure, it was nine-thirty, but what night ended there? They braved the gas station, Daphne would say it's time to party. Even if Vegas was known for their heat, the night was nice. But, 66 degrees was quite nice in the city. She walked with Anne as the bus driver opened the luggage compartment outside and mobs of kids hurried to get their stuff. Anne must have been reading her mind because Daphne didn't feel like bringing up her two suitcases and bag to their room. So, Anne called one of the bellboys to help them bring their luggage to their room. What floor was 453 on anyway? “Jeeze, Anne, pack enough shit?” she asked jokingly, seeing as Anne packed twice as much as she did. She pulled her brown jacket closer around her just imagining what they were going to get into tonight. Plus, she was just dying to dig into her suitcase just wondering what she could wear for tonight’s events.

Right as the girls were about to depart, they were stopped by someone she didn’t particularly know, or could remember if she ever did meet him. Him. Yes, it was a boy. With the attractive looks that made her go ‘Josh who?’ So, she just smiled. His name sounded foreign, but that also matched his accent, "Hello Alessandro. I am Daphne," she said before Anne could and smile. She nodded her head, "Yeah. Didn't get to expeirence it much though," she said not feeling like going into detail.

[Haley Summers]

Haley awoke, what felt like a moment after falling asleep. She must have been sleeping soundly woken up by Chase as they were unloading. She smiled as she grabbed her purse, checked her clothes to see that they were straightened still and headed off the bus. She pulled the list of room assignments and checked to see that they had gotten her's right. She went down the lis searching for her name. When she did and checked who she was rooming with she shook her head, "Shit." She said stepping over to where Anne and Daphne stood.

She pointed to her bag and the bus driver who was unloading rolled it over to her. She didn't bother with a thank you and simply folded up the paper. She shook her head, "It was supposed to be Me, Kelsey, Charlie and Laura Stillings." She said ignoring Alessandro for now, "But Laura must have switched out and now, I'm rooming with Claire." She and Claire used to be great friends, when Haley was overweight but since Haley gained in popularity she sort of ditched Claire. Now their relationship was filled with glares, awkward silences or non-existant.

She looked back down at the list, "Yep, Laura switched out so she could room closer to Eric Faden." She said, saying his name with a bit of disgust in her voice. She shook her head, " Damn i- Who are you?" She asked, finally noticing Alessandro standing there.

[bridgetainsworth]

On a couple minutes after the spill, the bus pulled up right in front of the Treasure Island Hotel & Casino. They were finally there! The bus driver started to talk about Vegas, but no one was listening. Did he actually think that people wanted to listen to him right now. They just got to Vegas! Once he stopped talking, the door opened and Bridget exited the bus with the rest of the excited Valkyrie kids. Once she got out of the bus she wanted scream. They were finally here, she had been waiting for this since the beginning of the school year. They had made it and it only took them having to ride an uncomfortable bus and a gross gas station.

She made her way to bellboy, telling him to take her bags up to the hotel room with Anne's and Daphne bags. She made her way back over Anne and Daphne. She laughed a little with Daphne joke about all Anne's bags. She packed a whole lot of crap too, though. She heard a guy start to talk to them. She turned around to see a guy she didn't recognize facing them. "Hey, I'm Bridget." she said to him, not paying that much attention though. She was looking around the amazing city. Amazed and happy, she could only imagine what her experinces.

Then she turned to Anna, "That sucks." she said to her, talking about the room switch. Right now, she felt really gross from the stain and wanted to change clothes. She also wanted to get ready to go out for the night. "Lets go up to our room, I want to change out of these clothes." she said to them. "Any ideas on what we should do tonight?" Would they go to a club? Or eat at a 5-star restaurant? Maybe they would try some gaming. Whatever it was, they would have an awesome time. They were in Vegas!

(Sorry for the crappy post, I was rushing!)

[Anne Lévesque]

Before the bellboy left, he also loaded Bridget's as well. He handed her the four keys to their room, one for each person, as he turned to leave. Anne looked at the shiny cards, almost snow white with a picture of the resort on the top. To the right there were arrows on which direction to put the key in the slot. She didn't bother putting it them in her shorts, for they'd probably take up too much space with her rolls of cash stored in her shorts pocket. And that roll of cash was only for tonight. It was amazing how much her daddy loved his daughter. Oh no worries - Jason got the same amount, and Anne figured he was already at the Playboy Mansion spending it all. She looked up and saw an interesting boy walk over, and also noticed Daphne's eyes widen with interest. Anne couldn't blame her. He looked foreign. Foreign guys always seemed so... exotic. Anne raised an eyebrow, trying to figure the guy out. She cocked her head to the side and bit her lip.

"Hello Alessandro." Anne said, figuring that she didn't need to tell him her name. Hopefully he already knew. You see, Anne was cocky enough to think that anyone who tried to make conversation should already know who she was. Kind of. But her interest in the lad quickened when she heard the Italian accent. Excellent. Anne then turned to see Haley in quite the little fury. Apparently, she was stuck in a room with a former friend. Now that sucked. Anne could simply only pray for Haley. On the other hand - who know, maybe Haley would actually like it. But being ditched for Eric Faden? That was sad.

"Sorry, hun. Come hang over at our room anytime." Anne offered to Haley, nodding in support. Anne had been very lucky with her room, and got it with all of her best friends; Ashley, Bridget and Daphne. Nothing could of been better. She then saw Bridget, gave her a weak smile while really wanting to give Bridget a new shirt. And fast. That stain must've given her a bad mood, but surprisingly, she sounded okay. It was rare that Anne would let herself get a stain, but when she did, oh god. All hell would break loose. One time, when she got a stain in the eighth grade, she stole some other girl's shirt from her P.E locker during gym and forced the girl to get a loner.

"Me too." Anne agreed. She was holding her Saab blanket in her hands, having left the pitiful Tab drink and muffin on the pube mobile. Let the old fart clean it up for her - it was the least he could do for making her go to the gas station. And believe her, calling it a gas station was a compliment, for there were a whole lot of other names she had called it in her head. "I'm not sure yet. So many possibilities, right? I was thinking unpacking.. look around the hotel.. get some dinner and chill in the jacuzzi... tomorrow will be the extravagant one." Anne said smirking. Of course it would. It was when she'd get Reed's brother. As long as her Oscar bonanza didn't end soon.

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[ally]

Alessandro nodded his head at Daphne casually listening to her intensively. His hands led to his pockets where they then nestled inside snugly, looking up at Daphne his bodily nerve functions couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow of confusion at her last statement. Didn’t get a good experience were her words which of course struck him as rather odd, didn’t all gals love Vegas? The money, the lights and rich men but saying that weren’t women into the oil men now a days? Rich, old and dying?
He opened his mouth to ask her why but he promptly shut it when another girl stormed over.
First impressions were everything he had always said but he got the feeling this one wasn’t trying.
His lips turned from that nervous smile into his slightly amused smile, it wasn’t that she was a completely laughable person it was just the fact she came from the board into such a beautiful place and found nothing to do but moan. Removing his hands from his pockets Alessandro let them drop down to his sides as he continued to listen to Haley now.
Apparently she was rooming with Claire, he had no clue who this Claire was heck he didn’t know who this young woman was but like his mother had always said don’t judge by a book by it’s cover and sure her first impression may seem a little… rude but deep inside she could be a lovely, beautifully polite human being.

“Alessandro”
He answered, his smile now growing slightly larger exposing a few of his teeth.
Well atleast she sees me now.
“Oh hello I’m Alessandro”Ally replied when yet another woman came up to them and what do you know, he didn’t know her very well either.
This trip is better than I planned, he thought happily, I’ve met hot girls and I’ve only just got off the bus.
Watching another bellboy pass by him like he was an ocean breeze the Italian couldn’t help but shake his head in annoyance, it was defiantly the hat. They were taking everyone else’s bags. With a swift hand movement Alessandro pulled his hat off with using his fingers and then bringing it down to his side, his fingers clinging onto it. It may cause bellboys to avoid it but it did cost him the end of the earth so the least he could do was keep it until some very unfortunate tragic accident would accrue and destroy his beloved hat his mother had brought him for his birthday.

“I was thinking I’d go explore you know, throw my case in my room, have a shower, get dressed up then just walk around the town. Get to see the beauty you know?”
Alessandro said proudly, his pupils could of turned to stars if this was some cartoon or at least a silver glint would tinkle brightly for the children to see except there was a reason this wasn’t a cartoon.
Recently hearing of the playboy club Alessandro thought it would be in his best interest to go check the place out, y’know make sure it’s safe and they’re not charging too much for drinks. The real gentlemen thing to do or if you’re seeing past the lies you will know exactly what he’s going there for.
Eye candy.
But maybe a dinner at the restaurant would be good before he left, he was hungry and seeing as he had accidentally slept through their fifteen minute stop he had missed lunch and he wasn’t going to miss dinner anytime soon.

[Haley Summers]

Haley nodded as Alessandro spoke. He sort of seemed a bit off, but the accent was rather sexy, so who cares? She nodded but looked at the hotel before saying "Right, well, good to meet you Alessandro. You guys go ahead. I think I'm going to get all this over with. I'll meet you guys in your room to hang."

Haley waved for a bellboy and a young one, maybe 21 came over to help her with her bag. "Besides, " She began as she began to walk away, "I want to change into something not so...travel happy." She said. Haley was one for clothes. She got the latest fashions before they came out because of her mother's magazine. Some times she treated Anne, Daphne, Bridget, Ashley, Amanda, the girls to these as well. It was probably one of the reason the girls were open to Haley joining their little clique. "Bye Guys. Bye Alessandro." She added not wanting to be a complete bitch, before getting into the elevator with the bellboy.

[Daphne Hayes]

Bridget and Haley emerged from the bus only a few minutes later, Bridget putting her stuff on top of Anne’s and her own. “Yeah, we definitely need to change. Looks like someone crapped on Bridget,” she said with a laugh, shaking her long brown hair behind her. And Haley came over in some sort of a distress. She explained to them about how her unfortunate luck on how she is stuck with Claire as a roomie. Daphne knew Claire. She talked to her on occasion, but she knew that Haley and her had some troubles in the past. She was glad she was with friends. Though she wasn’t great friends with Ashley, they had a class or two together and talked with each other then. Maybe this would be an opportunity for her to hang out with her more now that all four of them were probably going to end up bringing parties back to their suites, or just having some fun parties of their own in the suite.

Anne started listing off the things they could do. To someone not knowing these girls and their antics, one would assume that would be a lot of things to do for the night, in addition to getting ready. From what she heard, the suites now had two bathrooms. To guys, this might not be a big deal. But, if you were in a room with four- image crazy girls, the bathroom could get crowded. Especially if they were fulled with blow dryers, make-up, hair accessories, hair care, among other things. But, Daphne was up for it. The more they could do, the more fun it would be tomorrow trying to top what they were doing tonight.

She listened to what Alessandro was planning to do. But, did she hear right on how he was doing this alone. She tapped her chin and shook her head. No one was going to be alone tonight. “How about this. You can hang with us for the night. We need to change, but, you can come by our room. We are in 453,” she stopped for a moment and looked at Anne who handed her a room key they all got. Ah, what the hell, “here,” she said handing it to him, “just let your self in, say...a half hour? The we can go get some drinks. That sound good?” she asked him. But, not only him, but Anne, Bridget, and Haley, which Daphne assumed Haley would want to avoid her room at all costs now that she was rooming with Claire. But, maybe she also asked them since she basically just invited a boy in their room. But, come one, it was Vegas, it was beautiful out, and Daphne hadn’t felt this free in a long time.

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[ally]

They’re inviting me back to the room? I have a feeling I never left the bus.
Taking the small metal key Daphne had given him with the numbers 453 inscribed upon it, looking from the key at the girls he shrugged with an innocent smile.
“Doubt I’ll get lost, its right next to myself”
Normally Alessandro would add on the end, “’Just be careful who you gives keys out to’ but this was Vegas. It was a type of Holiday and besides these girls seemed more than capable to look after themselves without too many hiccups.

Placing the girl’s room key into his back pocket Alessandro nodded in agreement with them. His plans were going to be altered but personally he thought they were for the better, he was going for a drink with some pretty girls who actually invited him and to be honest that did sound plenty more fun.
“Sounds great, I’ll head on over in an hours time hopefully I’ll be ready as well.” He then lowered his voice slightly, “People say I’m worse than a woman when it comes to the bathroom routine”

Looking around the group of girls he nodded his head once more not sure what else to do or say. He would go to his room, get ready, knock on and then go out for a drink. It wasn’t rocket science and yet he had the strangest feeling something tonight will make it complicated to be just that. But the turtle never found out the pond was empty without jumping in head first, chances had to be made and he was rather good at taking a chance.

[Anne Lévesque]

Anne nodded to Haley, giving her a little smile as she watched her leave. Lucky. You have no idea how disgusting and cold Anne felt while everyone else had already headed inside, and usually just standing in front of the hotel was something Anne rarely did. She crossed her arms over her chest as she let out a soft chuckle when Daphne noticed the interesting description of Bridget's shirt at the moment. It was partially true, and Anne found a little humor in that. The smells of Vegas were electrifying, and it's life was already pounding inside of Anne. She wanted new clothes. She wanted to be in a warm hotel room. And she wanted some experiances. Could they top last year's Vegas trip? Or the one before? Probably not. Those two years before you could say clubs knew her by her first name. But this year, she had a feeling it would be the most epic.

"See you there, Alex." Anne said boredly, forgetting his name already. Boys didn't seem to faze Anne any more, okay sure, maybe she was looking for some particular boys on this trip. Give you a couple guesses whom. Riley & Oscar. She admitted to herself that she would apologize to Oscar for how she treated him, and thank him for saving her at the Halloween party. As for Riley, well, seducing him was right along the lines of her brainstorming ideas for that man. Anne nodded as she then looked at Daphne and Bridget. She was getting very, very impatient. The bell boy was probably sleeping up there by now. "Let's go, shall we?" Anne said, cocking her head to the entrance of the spacious lobby. She made her way in; Saab blanket in hand and flip flops pounding on the pavement like no tomorrow.

The lobby was luxurious, and very... spacious. There wasn't much decor as say the Ritz Carlton, but Anne would live. It was a whole world of fresh air, despite the cigarette smoke, compared to the gas station. She looked around and saw plenty of tourists. Bad. She hated tourists. Which was somewhat hypocrital considering she was one. But you could burn her hair off before she'd let you give her a fanny pack with Nikes and a visor. Not to mention a plastic, throw away friendly camera. Ick. Anne looked for the elevators, giving herself time with her friends along side her, they were all in awe of their surroundings, for it was all coming so fast, and then Anne spotted the elevators. And they weren't as crowded, thank you. And it seemed the elevators were quite beautiful as well. Marble, shining silver; just what Anne needed. As she walked into the elevator with her friends and pressed the floor button, which the bell boy had told her, she leaned against the railing before checking her hair in the mirror.

"So, Daph, planning on seducing Italiano tonight? I saw the way you looked at him." Anne said mischeviously. There didn't seem any other way that Daphne would bring him there to the room if she didn't want something out of him. Or was Daphne trying to be nice? Anne gave Bridget a smirk, wondering if Bridget was trying to figure it out as well.

[sorry, i had to god-mod a bit. i figured it'd be a pointless post to say bye and start walking >.<]

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[Daphne Hayes]

"Great," Daphne said with a smile as Alessandro told them that his room was next to theirs. They were blessed with rooms next to not only Mr. Riley Turner, but now Alessandro. The only thing that would make this better was if Colin Farrell just happened to be on their same floor, or better yet, think their room was his. But duh, he would probably in the penthouse suite or something expensive like that, where the most expensive champagne seem to pour out of the walls and he could pay for it by pulling money out of his ass. Daphne realized that she was rambling...in her head, so she shook the thoughts of Colin Farrell from her mind and turned her attention back to Alessandro, "Right, sounds good. Just don't make us knock on your door."

Daphne smiled one last time at Alessandro before she followed Anne and Bridget to the hotel. Everyone hustled and bustled around them. She saw numerous students. Why they were still in the lobby was beyond her. If they were talking to Alessandro just then, they would totally be having pillow fights up in their room at the moment. But also among the Valkyrie kids she saw some other people. People in business suits, hotel uniforms, or just jeans and a t-shirt. She continued to the elevator where they were with one woman, around the age of forty.

"So, Daph, planning on seducing Italiano tonight? I saw the way you looked at him."

Daphne just laughed, "Eh, he looks like fun. Anyways, I have to put to rest those retarded rumors about me being a prude. God. Can you believe Amanda told me that in the lunchroom." Shit, she was getting all hot about it now, a week later, "In front of everyone, by the way," Daphne tossed in. Daphne could remember that fight as if it was yesterday. Sure... Daphne knew when she broke up with someone she didn't go have sex with the first person she laid eyes on. "But, seducing is more of your genre, Anne. Anyways...he's hot yes. But, pretty much everyone in the this city is too. I'm not going to be pursue the same guy the entire time. Because that’s to...relationship-y, you know?” she asked knowing she told this to Anne and Bridget about a year ago when she broke up with Luke, and she knew what was coming next. Let’s just say that the last time she said this, she pretty much ‘pulled an Amanda’ and started a string of hook-ups and parties. She looked to her right to see the middle-aged woman looking horrified of their discussion on sex. Whoops. Not how real ladies act in public Daphne supposed?

Thankfully, right as the forty-year-old ‘true prude’ was opening her mouth, the elevator dinged and opened to the floor Daphne, Anne, and Bridget needed. Quickly filtering out of the elevator they were on the floor of all the rooms in which the Valkyrie students were staying. “Come one. Our room is like...ooo, right here!” Daphne exclaimed excitedly as she saw the bellboy they had piled their stuff on near the white door with a gold plate on it reading 453. “Ladies...” he said as he opened the door with his own key, “your room.”

Daphne stepped in side and was awed at the elegance the executive suite had. She saw a picture of it online and the floor plan of it in a brochure. They had placed another bed in there for the girls, assuming that probably being best friends, they shared beds in the non-sexual way. Even Daphne remembered when Diem, her dad, and herself would go on ‘family vacations’ where Daphne and Diem would just share a bed together. From the furniture to the walls, everything looked amazing. Simply expensive and posh-looking. “Remember...if you ladies need anything, just call the front desk using the phone provided. We are here to make your experience enjoyable and memorable,” he said, closing the door. “Well, it sure will be memorable,” Daphne murmured as she grabbed one of her suitcases that the bellboy put near the door with all the luggage the three put with him. “Well, looks like our half hours starts now,” she said to the other two with a smile.

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[bridgetainsworth]

"Thanks." she said sarcastically to Daphne at the joke about her shirt. It was true though, Bridget had to admit that. Then, she watched as Daphne invited the Alessandro to their room. She nodded to Daphne, letting her know that is was fine with her. The more the merrier...right? "See you soon." she said to Alessandro. Really, she wasn't paying much attention to him, though. Her mind right now was focusing on getting up to there room and getting ready. She now only had 30 minutes, in a girl's world, thats practically no time at all. She would have to make due, though, at least for tonight.

Bridget made her way into the fabulous Treasure Island Hotel& Casino. The lobby was very crowed with all the Valkyrie students making there way in. There were also many tourists, making there way in and out of the hotel. Bridget wished the Valkyrie kids could have the hotel to themselves, but she knew that wasn't a possibility. She would just have to make due with all the weird tourists. If they stayed out of her way, she would stay out of theirs.

She made her way into the uncrowded elevator with Daphne and Anne. She saw Anne's smirk and smirked back and started to wonder the same thing as her. She listened to Daphne talk and bring up the fight Amanda and her had in the Cafeteria last week. "Just don't even think about it." she said to Daphne, knowing that it made extremely mad every time she thought about it. Then, Daphne brought up the same thing she did last year when Luke and her broke up. "Just don't go crazy." Bridget told her, remembering what happened with Daphne last year.

As soon as the elevator dinged and opened on their floor the girls got out. She walked over with her friends to the room they would be staying in. This made her very excited. She stepped in the room after the bellboy opened the door. She grinned to herself looking at the amazing room in front of them. She knew there were only two beds in the room, meaning they would have to share. Bridget wasn't very fond of sharing beds every since the time she had to with her cousin and well, she didn't want to even think about what happened. It wouldn't be that bad though, she was just sharing one with her friend.

"Thanks." she said to the bellboy as he left the room. "Yep," she said to Daphne. She walked over and grabbed two of her suitcases that held clothes. She pulled them over near one of the beds. Her first task was to choose what outfit to wear. She brought outfits for every occasion. She pulled out three outfits.A dressy outfit, A more casualish outfit, and an outfit in between those two. "I need your guy's opinion. Which one?" Bridget asked Anne and Daphne. She loved asking her friends opinions because what other people know what outfits would look good on you.

[ally]

Nodding for the final time at the girls he couldn’t help but let his childish grin show when they turned round and headed over to the elevator. The key in his pocket sang out to him as Alessandro placed his warm, smooth hand into its contents and pulled the key out. The small keying it was attached to looped around his index finger as he casually twirled it around, a look of excitement in his eyes that tinkled like the midnight stars; This was to be his lucky day, his lucky holiday and all those rumours about Vegas happened to be true “Love always appears in Vegas even if it dies out a mile outside its border” or something along them lines he probably wasn’t paying much attention at the time.

The elevator doors closed silently as his eyes watched the arrow move upwards towards the other numbers. His finger stopped to twirl and instantly the key shot up into the air, placing his palm out under the mid-flight key it hit his hand in a pretty placed catch until he closed his hand letting his hands tighten around the key. It wasn’t going anywhere that was for sure.
I’ve hit the jackpot and I’m not even in the Casino yet
He thought smugly walking over to one of the now opened elevators, his back in tow closely behind him and no he wasn’t leaving a tip before he left heck he hadn’t even retrieved a complementary drink let along baggage handling.

He entered the elevator and his eyes refused to let his brain believe what he was seeing.
So he thought the hotel looked posh, expensive and absolutely breathtaking well the elevators were not better.
It was clean; it smelt clean well no it smelt like women’s perfume and expensive cologne. There was no cigarette butts left carelessly on the ground, no vomit and the buttons all lit up in order proving that they were not broken.
Pressing the button of the floor his room was on the door closed.
Shifting to the right slightly he allowed the slightly overweight woman and granddad access, it was better not to seem rude in a place like it because the bellboys themselves were doing a mighty fine job of that.
The doors slid open and the two left but what they did next was enough to make anyone lost their lunch, he was now thankful he hadn’t eaten.
Both pulled into a kiss, not just any kiss though it was fuller on and yes it did cause the Italian to gag.
Of course, Vegas love had a price and in Vegas anything goes.
The doors closed again taking him to his own floor.

Ping.
The doors slid elegantly open and Alessandro stepped through into another clean, aristocratic furnished corridor. The same childish grin stuck on his face as his eyes flew quickly from left to right, diagonal, up and down with his head following quickly behind them. Snapping back to reality he stopped outside one of the wooden doors and looked to the gold coloured plate beside it.
454.
Found it.
Putting the girls key back into his pocket due to the fact he had forgotten about it being in his hand still he pulled out his own key and slid it between the locks. Twisting it in a clockwise direction until he had a click he pushed the door too.
“E così comincia”
He whispered when he entered the room 454.
And so it begins.

[Anne Lévesque]

Anne bit her lip. Amanda was brought up. Yes, sadly enough, she remembered quite vividly the cafeteria fight and the reason why Daphne was suspended in the first place. The thing was, Anne had been trying for the past couple days avoiding the topic of Amanda with Daphne and the topic of Daphne to Amanda. She was friends with both, and sure, it was bound to be brought up, and they'd both look for support, so Anne couldn't do just.. nothing. She gave Daphne a weak smile of support, knowing that that little comment Amanda had made in front of the entire student body had probably torn Daphne in half. And Anne had felt terrible not coming straight to Daphne's house and feeding her chocolate by the spoonfuls. Well, actually, Anne would of probably told Daphne to get off her ass and fight back. That sounded right.

"I know." Anne nodded, the only response she could come up with, but had to admit that Bridget's idea was a lot better. The only way to make this trip more.. carefree.. was for all the girls to not worry about anything back at Valkyrie. But, that was hypocritical for Anne to think, for she had been worrying for the past couple weeks now, almost a month, about her weird affection with Oscar Lyon and getting away from the weed. But, besides that, there was nothing else, right? Anne had to smile as she was referred to as seducing being her specialty. Well hey, why not? And she couldn't help but smile even wider, in a mischievous notion, that a proper older woman had her jaw to the floor with a disturbed look. "Well, I think in Vegas, seducing should be all of our specialties." Anne commented, the last thing the poor old woman would hear as the three girls left the elevator. Nice way to give a woman a heart attack, eh?

The corridor of the hotel was bustling with noise. This was bound to be the nosiest floor, considering it was pure teenagers. Anne smiled to see the bell boy was still in an upright position, but his smile looked worn. She almost felt bad for him, but not quite. It was his job after all. She grinned as they were welcomed into their amazing room. It had a nice living room, with two beds that they could double up in. There was a balcony over looking the pool and palm trees, along with a marble floored bathroom. Perfect. Anne smiled, feeling so much better than being in the pube mobile, gas station, smoke filled lobby, or hell - even the elevator felt uncomfortable. She ignored the bell boy as she almost ran over to her five bulging bags, toppled on top of each other. She grabbed one by one and set them by a bed in thick white covers to the left. It didn't matter much who she'd share it with, as long as she did sleep in it.

"I think for tonight, go with casual. Tomorrow though, we're going to dress up a bit. Unless Daphne wants to go full out for her Italian lover." Anne teased, in response to Bridget's outfit dilemma. Anne knew that Daphne probably wouldn't hook up with this kid, but always found fun in making it seem so. After dragging bag by bag to the nearest drawers, she slipped off her flip flops near the front of the door. "A half hour.. what could we possibly manage in a half hour?" Anne asked, a little worried, but handled it fairly well. So many clothes, so little time. She started quickly unzipping a couple of her bags to find a outfit that worked reasonably well for a couple of drinks. She quickly slid herself out of the old shorts and tank top and into the new outfit.

From then on, it was a blur. The girls had only a half hour to look amazing. Sure, there was only one boy coming along, and it was their first night. But you really had to understand about the Trio was that they always made a pact to never dress down. If anything, sure maybe something casual like stated before. But casual had to look like you actually knew what you were doing and sophisticated enough. Anne left some regular black kitten heels by her now zipped bag, and took another zipped bag into the bathroom. Mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow & lipstick. Why no cover up you ask? Anne hated it. Not only did it make you break out, but you were labeled as a cake face if you got addicted to it. By then the mirror in the bathroom with all three girls got crowded as Anne started brushing her hair more thoroughly and clipped it back with her grandmother's passed through the generation's hair clip. Then slid in some earrings through her ears. Their time was almost up.

"I can only wonder what Jason is doing now." Anne joked, still standing in front of the bathroom mirror with Daphne and Bridget, but really had a mental picture in her head. And in a summary, she knew he was taking advantage of this Las Vegas experience, and would probably never arrive to the hotel until morning.

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