our MiX tape [daphne & anyone else]

[Daphne Hayes]

She pulled over her suitcase near one of the randoms beds, not feeling like claiming one at the moment, and did it matter? She was sure later (or early, depended on how you look at it,) she couldn't see them arguing over a bed at three in the morning. Hell, as long as the most fluffiest pillow was under her head when she passed out, that would be good for her. She looked down at the carpet knowing most hotels, the carpet is the most disgusting object in the room. Not knowing what has been on there. But, this carpet was thick and plush, and she sure the last time it was touched, it was a vacuum cleaner earlier that day.

She looked at the outfits Bridget showed them, and wondered herself the same thing. Anne todl them casual but she smirked at Anne at the comment of her dressing up for Alessandro. "I think anything I'd where is good enough for any boy in this hotel," she said confidently, knowing her cockiness was visible. But started digging in her suitcase, already trying to find something tastefull yet casual, sophisticated yet wild. "A half hour? It is do able. If models can have a garment change in thrity seconds, I'm sure hot, junior, girls from Valkyrie can manage just find," she said as she pulled out a skirt and examined it. She paired it a white tank top and wah-la she was done and satisfied with her choice of attire for the evening.

After taking off her jeans and cream-tank, she pulled her skirt on and the tank-top over her head. The nest twenty-five minutes Bridget, Anne, and herself rushed around the room and the bathroom getting ready. "So," she said as she re-apploed her eye-liner that probably got smudged on that bus somehow, "what are we doing first? Clubing? Eating?" she set down her eyeliner and inspected herself in the mirror. Grabbing the shimmering gloss, which was either Bridget's or Anne's since she knew she didn't bring any. She applied it and looked at herself again. "Eh, no," she said grabbing a Kleenex and wiping it off before grabbing her own clear gloss and applied it before slipping it into her silver clutch. "Oh!" she said, almost forgetting what she had brought for her friends, "I brought I surprise."

She went back to her suitcase and withdrew a brown paper bag. Yes, while packing back in Valkyrie she couldn't help but take a gander in her father's alcohol cabinet, and found some lovely champagne he got from going on a business trip earlier this month. It's not like he would notice since he gets so many he ever uses. And sneaking this stuff in was a piece of cake. Greyhound was for sure not LAX, so this had been easy. Bottle in hand she walked over to the mini-fridge and small kitchen for some glasses. Opening up the small cuboard she found three glass glasses and withdrew them from their perch.

Within a total of three minutes she re-entered the bathroom. "Here we go," she said with a smile as she set down two glasses on the counter, which was now among, make-up, blow-dryers, and contact solution. "Let's say this is a 'pre-party'," she said with a smile before she continued, "we need something to keep us going for tonight," she lifted her glass to Anne and Bridget, "to Vegas and us. For this be a time we never forget."

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[ally]

Closing the heavy door behind him as he went in the lock clicked shut signalling it was closed, the light switch was instantly pushed with a flick of his index finger and Alessandro was officially “Wish you were here”.
He picked up his green suitcase and carelessly tossed it onto one of the empty beds in the room and instantly unzipped it. His hands forced insides its contents they immediately began to throw things in different directions.
“Too ugly, too gay, too asking for it”
Were the words he would use as Alessandro threw an item of clothing he didn’t want onto the floor not giving a damn that he wasn’t the only one who had to live in this room but until they arrived he would treat it like he would treat his dorm back at school? Like a war zone most probably but you had maids here so there was no harm in making them sweat for their money now was there?

Eyes filling with pride Alessandro pulled out a light grey sports jacket, or suit jacket whatever you wanted to call it and held it out in front of him; his eyes gave it a once over look up and down until a simple nod was ushered and it placed on the beds pillow neatly folded. Hands back in the case he pulled out a simple white shirt and black tie. Putting the tie to the shirt he nodded, of course it was going to work though! Didn’t black and white normally work when it came to layering? Men nowadays I swear.
Putting both them onto of his jacket on the pillow his attention turned back to his suitcase.
“Jeans or three quarters?”
His voice smoothed in a question to himself. Both clothing held in either hand now and again lifting up to eye view in a competition of impressing people.
“Jeans seem casual but these things are a lot cooler. But would they want to see my hairy legs so soon? I’ll go with jeans”
He declared putting them on the bed and eventually heading towards the bathroom.

Ten minutes perhaps had passed and then finally the bathroom door clicked open. The door slid open and condensation flooded from the warm, moist steamy room and into the cool air-conditioned room. Walking out of the bathroom barefoot his eyes wondered round the room and alas still no roommates as of yet; perhaps he was lucky enough to get a room to himself? Or perhaps they missed the bus or something tragic like that but whatever the problem was he didn’t mind. He was there and he was alone so it seemed pretty good on his behalf.

Now changed into his chosen clothes, sprayed with deodorant, aftershave and his face and hands moisturised perhaps it was time to go pay the lovely ladies a visit. Standing before the mirror Alessandro slipped the grey jacket over his white buttoned up T-shirt and pulled on the collar of the jacket trying to get it even. Rolling his shoulders a few times to get use the material he smiled at his reflection before letting his hand come to his hand and sort out any out of place hair.
His hair had been spiked up using the free gel he had found in the bathroom, if it was there he would use it wasn’t that the beauty of free samples? You use them and they’re free?
Straightening his tie in the mirror one last time the Italian breathed in deeply.
Okay so he had the look (He hoped} and now all he was required to do was show up and go down with them for a good time.
Easy peasy.
No sweat at all.
Prying himself away from the mirror he left his hotel room until he found himself outside the girls room.
453.
The key dangled from his index and thumbs tips.
I can’t just walk on in what if they’re not decent? I’ll knock them walk in.
And he did just that.
Tapping loudly on the door he let his hand rest on the door handle, a few seconds later he put the key in the hole and twisted letting the door open and taking himself inside.
This room smelt different to his, it smelt more femine, elegant and just a complete different feeling of excitement as he closed the door behind him.

[Anne Lévesque]

[/i] She told herself, because as of last month, she always felt weird reactions to the partying substances. All of which included; cigarettes, drugs mainly and alcohol. But the thing was, she couldn't and shouldn't feel awkward around alcohol at least, because she was in Las Vegas, Nevada, after all. Might as well savor it, because back at Valkyrie she'd still have to fight the Carnival and Pier temptations. She giggled along with the girls as she waited for Daphne to retrieve the glasses, while Anne fluffed her hair a bit and examined her outfit a little. One little nip there.. a tuck there.. and finished. She took her little flute of champagne and lifted her glass. As a traditional repetition she chanted after wards;

"To Vegas!" She then downed a good portion of the alcohol and smirked. Much better. Worries and thoughts about anything important soon floated from her head. She had a night full of lights, stars and action. And she was god damn ready for it. She finally left the bathroom, feeling quite complete for her appearance and held her flute with her. She wouldn't leave this hotel room without finishing it. Laying next to her many suitcases were her kitten heels, which she brought over to the bottom of the bed and started to slip on her feet. Well, actually, it was quite difficult with the champagne flute, so she downed a little bit more and put it on the nightstand where the alarm clock and telephone sat. Simple buckles and straps fit over her feet, but they felt abnormally tight. Were her feet getting bigger? These shoes must've been old. All she knew were that these weren't going to be merciful heels.

Suddenly, by a little tap on the door, Italiano entered the room, looking like the epitome of a male Trio member. He was sophisticated, yet casual, and it was almost like he had read their mind. She examined him, still one more heel left to go, and finally approved. Maybe he did have some possibilities in that foreign body of his. Anne smirked as she waved to him, obviously showing that her war guns and cat claws were drawn to a halt and then focused back at her high heels. One more tight.. ouch.. really tight strap to go and voila. Finished. But her feet would probably need therapy tomorrow morning, she knew it. Her heels that night were going to be the kind that you look good in, but are so painful that your bones feel out of place. Anne wasn't looking forward to that. She then reached over to her champagne and downed the rest of it. She could feel it slid through her esophagus and into her stomach.

"We ready to go? I know I am!" Anne called happily, as she stood up, leaving the glass on the nightstand. She then half walked half limped over to her suitcase to retrieve the bundle of money for tonight that she accidentally left in her disgusting short's pocket. She would never wear those again. She looked around the hotel room again and wondered who was missing. Oh yeah. Ashley. Where was she? Probably with Reed. You could say that Anne felt a little hurt recently, almost jealous, that she wasn't spending as much time as usual with Ashley, her partner in crime, so made a plan that at least if they talk soon enough, she wouldn't be replaced by Turner. Reed Turner. Pfft. Anne could never be replaced. Besides, she had great friends with her tonight; Daphne and Bridget. The dangerous trio. Not to mention the spicy Italian pepper as their personal appetizer.

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[Daphne Hayes]

"To Vegas," she said, clinking glasses and drank some. Anyways, it wasn't as nearly as fun if you arrived to an event without at least some alcohol in your system, right? She stayed in the bathroom as Anne left. Just doing the finishing touches on her hair seeing as the bus have made is a little flatter than usual. She used her only free hand to grab a beaded necklace and string it over her head, knowing that it probably completed the outfit.

She seemed to stumble out of the bathroom, tripping over her own feet as if someone had one too many, right as Alessandro walked in. "Shit," she muttered as about half the glass of the champagne got on the carpet. Now, 'shit' didn't mean, 'Shit, it got on the carpet,' but more rather, 'Shit, I'm not going to get to drink that.' She quickly drank the rest and set it down an end table placed near the door. "Alessandro," she said and smiled as he walked in, "looks like you didn't take more than thrity minutes like you thought you would."

She walked over to him filling the gap of the bathroom door and the front door, "You have my key?" she asked him as she spotted it in his hand, since afterall, he did just open the door with the key. She turned back to her friends as she mentally made a check through her head if she had everythign she needed. Money, touch-up makeup, and among other useless things that girls didn't need in their purse, but had anyway. "You know what?" she said to the party. "I say we screw dinner, and just go straight to the desert. I say, we get our party on," she said with a giggle. She assumed that every other kids we go to a club. But, they didn't have to go to Tangerine tonight. Hell, they could go to a club everynight, and still not get bored. It was all just how they announced themselves as they entered, because presense was everything in a city that was built on it.

[Omg. That this shittiest of the shit post ever]

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[Anne Lévesque]

Daphne was already fumbling, which Anne had taken note of already as she looked yearningly over at her now empty champagne glass. No worries. There'd be much more where that came from. She watched as Daphne started giggling and declared a very true statement. Why were they going to dinner? They should be at the clubs! They should be living it up! Yet again, this was coming from an alcoholic. Daphne and Bridget always knew how to party, and sure, so did Anne, but she felt like she almost lost her touch. Wait - no. She hadn't lost her touch. Of course not. She was the same. She could still party like it was a life long sentence to pay. A good life sentence if anything. Anne grinned as she simply replied,

"Let's do it! I still have those VIP passes for Tangerine. I say we screw our plans and just go for it tonight." Anne laughed, as she headed for the hotel room door. She then paused and then giggled a little. Whoops. She walked back over to her bags and unzipped a couple pockets until she actually found that passes. Yeah, those may help. She then walked back over to them, her pumps hitting the plush carpet of the room, as she opened the hotel room door. Yet did she know that in that very hallway there were some very familiar and hoping to be familiar faces. First, there was her brother Jason, just getting out of his hotel room in this outfit while chugging bottle by bottle of water. What was wrong with him.

"Hey drunk!" Anne called to him, leaving Daphne, Bridget and Italiano in the hallway for a second as she walked over to her brother. He didn't look well, almost as if he had already partied too hard that night. Either it was quick for him or long for them to do this whole process. She looked at him and noticed that he was wearing an entirely new outfit, something she rarely saw him wear. "What are you wearing" Anne said, half laughing and half scoffing. Oh, if only mother and father could see Jason now. He actually looked.. poor.

"Look, I had a little, mishap, back at Jet." Jason answered, not exactly feeling 100%, but better than what he felt in the alleyway outside of Jet. After being kicked out, Mel had helped him back to the hotel, and then he had showered, changed and drank a total of three water bottles. And yes, the bathroom had been visited twice in the past half hour because of it. "Where are you going?" He then asked, looking questioningly at Anne, and then at the people who she was with. Bridget, he knew her, pretty foxy, some weird kid with a lip piercing and Daphne. Damn. She grew up. Yet, the dream he had of her lingered. Then again, imagining her naked seemed to be lingering a bit more. "I'm coming with you."

"I haven't even told you where we're going." Anne complained, not exactly wanting to go with Jason. He was a bad influence on her, and as lame as it sounded, she just didn't want to be around it. She had already learned her lesson. But before she could stop him, he was already leading the conversation back over to Daphne, Bridget and Italiano. She sighed, as she watched Jason check out her friends, which gave her goose bumps. She hated it when he did that. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her main target every girl on the bus had been talking about. Reed's brother. He was looking gorgeous. She smiled, as she looked at Daphne and Bridget. "Oh my god. He's here. We should totally bring him along." Anne said mischievously, as she took Daphne and Bridget by their hands over to the mysterious student teacher.

"Hey, I'm Anne. This is Bridget and Daphne. Do you, by any chance, have plans tonight? I have passes to Tangerine, and we could always use another guest." Anne said in a coy voice, giving him cute smiles. Meanwhile, Jason stood awkwardly with the lip piercing boy, obviously a 'rebel' and someone whom Jason rarely associated with. Well, tonight he'd have to bite his lip. Because besides some more cocaine and shots, he wanted Anne's friends. All we have in this hallway is a bunch of cruel intentions.

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[Daphne Hayes]

[[Haha, me too, so her outfit is changing as well. xD]]

Daphne's eyes lit up as Anne agreed with her to go party right now at Tangerine. They had awesome VIP passes and they were going in a big group, so groups equaled mroe fun. As they say, 'the more the merrier' which most likely meant to Daphne 'the more people to get drunk with'. She followed Anne out the hall even though her head was done in her purse just making sure all her stuff was in there. When they were in the rather quiet hallway when Anne called out 'Hey drunk!' Daphne looked up while zipping up her purse close. Was there really someone that was drunk so early in the night?

It was Jason Lévesque, the hot bad-boy that was Anne's older brother. Daphne had been friends with Anne since the beginning of high school, but in those three years she never had had a full conversation with her brother. Sure, when she went to pick Anne up and her brother answered the door, it was a mutual, 'How are you doing?' which just ended in a short 'fine' and the same question back to the other. Nothing stellar, but it wasn't awkward. She watched as Anne talked with Jason, since there really wasn't much else to watch, so she heard Jason ask where they were going and that he was coming, looking over to their little party. Which Daphne could have sworn that he looked directly at her, but that was probably just her eyes playing tricks. Sure, Jason was probably hotter than hell itself, but...hm, she didn't know.

Jason sauntered over to Alessandro, Bridget, and herself. Right as Daphne was about to greet him, she was yanked by Anne. What the hell? Oh. It looked like Mr. Turner had gotten to his room. Well, it looked like Anne was going to get ahead of all the other girls by inviting the teacher to them to Tangerine. She nodded, smiled, and waved as Anne introduced all three of them. But, what was Riley going to say?

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Riley hadn't run into Lance since the mob ran out of the bus, but somewhere in the whirlpool of luggage and students, he was able to successfully get his suitcase. After a rather upsettingly hard time trying to find the room as one of the bellboys gave him directions since the twenty-one year old insisted that he can go by himself...he had gotten lost. Finally after one half hour later, he found the floor in which his room was at. Right as he was fiddling with the locka nd his key he heard someone introduce themselves.

He looked at three girls and a little father back two guys. He nodded to the girls whose names the dark-haired one said as Anne, Bridget, and Daphne. The dark-haired one asked if he wanted to go with them to the elusive nightclub, Tangerine. Riley was new to this...was this crossing the teacher/student relationship line? He thought of how Reed told him that he was a young, student teacher. Wait...student teacher. He wasn't a real teacher, like reed told him back in Valkyrie. Though, in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't right.

Ok, so maybe a night in a club with some hot younger high school girls sounded a lot more fun than sitting on the bed reading and flipping through channels the rest of the night. He looked at all the three of them, "Sure," he said his rather thich Irish accent giving off, "why not? Just let me toss my bag into my room," he said opening his door and litterally, tossing his suitcase into the dark room. "I'm Riley Turner," he said to the young women, outstretching his hand in an old fashioned way.

Anways, what happened in Vegas stayed there, right?

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[Jason Lévesque]

It was quite interesting to watch his sister in action. But almost nauseating. He leaned against the wall, swallowing as he watched all three guy corner this guy. This older guy. Great, now Jason would have to face competition, which he truly wasn't ready for; or willing, for that matter. He watched as the guy looked very hesitant, but started smiling. And noticed the smile of Anne's face light up the size of a watermelon. He looked over at lip-ring boy and then back as the girls as Anne led them back, looking like she was about to do somersaults down the hallway. Apparently, she must like this guy. How could Jason not know this? Anne told Jason everything, right? Oh yes, that's right, she was avoiding him. And he still didn't know why, nor did he know why she started a conversation with him in the first place. Damn women; he couldn't understand a piece of them, not even his own sister.

"If you guys are done," Jason said, half sneering with annoyance, the other half jealousy, he gave this 'Riley Tuner' a glare. Wait, Riley Turner. Reed's brother?! No, it couldn't be. Jason was hoping not, or else he'd have to jump right off his own hotel room balcony. Thank god none of his annoying roommates had been in there when he was, or else he'd have to lock it with his own key. "We should go. Tangerine is going to be crowded and -" He said, taking out his bundle of 'first night' money and scanned through it. He watched as his sister then pulled out passes. VIP passes into their own lounge. Nice. Good ole' Anne. He should've known that she would sweet talk their stick up the ass father into giving her some passes into Tangerine.

"I don't think we have to worry about that, Jason." Anne said, glaring right back at her brother like he had done to Riley. Okay, so obviously this was Reed's brother, and she could see why Jason was already hostile to Riley. But She also knew that within a few drinks from Tangerine, they'd all be much different from what they are now. So, the group of six made their way down the hallway, squished in the elevator and closer to Tangerine.

I smell trouble.
[should we make a new thread or continue from here?]

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[ally]

Taking a slight step backwards the Italian watched with confusion and slight interest as Daphne fell, her champagne following after her spilling its contents onto the plush carpet of the room. His right brow rose as she soon stood herself up and finished the remains of her glass of; she seemed more annoyed about the fact she had spilt her drink than actually falling over.
“Erm no” He stuttered, “I didn’t want to keep you waiting now did I?”
He chuckled slightly as he finished his sentence as his eyes left her and looked about the room a bit more, the room was full of womanly voices those which belonged to the other women he had met outside the hotel that night. They all shared a room? He didn’t know anyone he shared with well he assumed that seeing as his roommates hadn’t shown up as of yet.

Alessandro’s fingers began to drum together nervously, he remained silent not sure what else to say or how he should act.
He nodded carefully to her key question not so sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing; she had given it to him so either she was to drunk altogether or she had a memory like a drain.
“Club sounds good”Alessandro smiled with a nod of appreciation when Daphne declared her new idea, sure he was starving but perhaps a drink or ten will fill him up anyway, Drinking and partying and most of all impressing was his main goals of tonight.
Alessandro’s eyes completely ignored Anne until she returned with the other guy, the other guy who seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder in his point of view.
What’s his problem? Anyone would think I have dirt on my face… oh please god don’t let there be dirt on my face.Taking his left hand he rubbed the lower part of his cheek for safety. The last thing he wanted was a bit of dirt on his cheek before they left for a club.

“Alessandro”He introduced finally to Jason with a small smile to accompany it.
Something told the Italian that the worst thing to do with get on the wrong side of this fella during the stay or even any time, never judge a book by it’s cover his mother had always said but she also said first instincts were very often correct.
Snapping out of his thought at the name Riley Turner Alessandro looked at the older man with even more confusion.
They were dropping out of the sky! They had to be! How could it go from him being the only lad to another two suddenly appearing? He wasn’t complaining but he didn’t notice Riley at first and Jason didn’t seem too happy to see him anyway.
He followed them quietly down the hallway.

{Sorry that was awful.}

[bridgetainsworth]

[ Blah, I haven't posted in so long! I will just start from where the post after I left off, so some of the first stuff I post will be replying from a few posts back. I hope thats ok.]

During the half an hour they would have to get ready in, the girls spent it in the bathroom. Bridget immediately started working on her hair. Bridget was pretty lucky with her type of hair because she could do lots to it. Tonight, she felt like curling it. She grabbed her curling iron out of one of her suitcases and while it warmed up she started putting on make-up. Bridget had a system when she did her make-up. She started with her eye-liner. Then came eyeshadow and next was mascara. After she put her mascara on she would curl her eyelashes, curling each for thirty seconds. After she finished her eyes she would do blush. Lip gloss was always last. Yeah, Bridget was kind of a freak when it came to the order of doing her make-up. After she finished her make-up she went back to doing her hair.

Once her hair and make-up was finished she went over to her friends. She grinned as she saw Daphne with some champagne. She took a glass and then said with her friends, "To Vegas." She drank some of hers then set it down on a small table next to her. Bridget slipped on her lovely outfit for the night. It consisted of a cute blue dress and a pair of black heels. Only a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Alessandro came walking into the girls room. "Hey," she said to him, as he walked in.

Bridget wasn't upset at all with the change of plans. Tangerine tonight just meant the sooner they would get to party. Which we all know is Bridget's favorite thing to do. Bridget made her way out in to the hall ways with her friends. Also out there was Anne's brother Jason. She watched how they talked, and now apparently he was coming with them. "Hey." she said to him. She was then pulled away with Daphne by Anne. She was now standing in front of Riley Turner with her friends. "Hey," she said to him after Anne introduced him. She smiled at him as Anne asked if he wanted to come down to the Tangerine with them. Luckily for them, he said yes, and they were now set to go.

She walked down the hallway with all of them to the elevator. It funny how it started out with the three of them going out tonight, then Alessandro came along, then Jason, and now Riley. They were lucky again and this time got an elevator to themselves. "So, whats up?" she asked, well, all of them as they were waiting to get on there floor.

[Another blah for my !crappy! post]