-Forever Young- [Chels.Lainey.Anna.Nik.Nicola]

[Daphne Hayes]

After getting acquainted with Riley, and rounding up their party, (which went from three to six within a half hour,) they all thankfully squeezed into the elevator that brought them down to the main lobby area. The elevator ride was vvery loud. They joked, they laughed, and jabbered about how awesome it would be. Daphne noticed that Riley seemed to 'open' a little bit more up as they all chatted. Maybe he was beginning to feel a less like an adult, and more 'part of the gang' but if she didn't know he was an adult, she would have guessed he was about Jason's age. Speaking of Jason...he seemed to be getting a little jealous of all the girls crowding around the new 'eye candy.' And poor Alessandro...so clueless to what was going on.

Once the door pinged and let them all out, Daphne saw that they were met with an almost vacant lobby. There were only a couple people, and even they were just sitting in some of the furiniture provided. Even the staff that was usually behind the desk filling reservations, but be just beyond the door talking amongst each other. "Where did everyone go?" Daphne giggled as they all filed out. "So, where is Tangerine anyway?" she asked to no one in particular.

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Riley reminded himself that he would not get in trouble for anything that would happen, so he tried to loosen up, as one of the males was slightly glaring at him. Jealous? But would all six of them honestly stick together for the remaining of the night? Would he? Make an appearance maybe for a hour and claim he was tired or didn't feel good and bow out for the night to read a good book?

No, that seemed slightly lame. He was in Vegas after all. If he wanted to read, he could just have stayed back at Valkyrie. He needed some fun for once. So, he started to warm up to his new 'partying buddies' as the dark-haired female named Anne, told them that they were going to Tangerine. Tangerine he knew well, seeing as they was one of the popular places to go when he had come here not to long ago.

The group entered the vancant lobby and Daphne asked them were this club was. "Oh, I know," he told them. "Just follow me."
Through a series of flight of stairs and hallways, (an a brisk walk outside,) the group landed on the doorstep of the bustling club, whose music could be heard from outside the door. A employee opened to door for them and the teens, plus Riley, all entered the very high-class club where high-class attire was mandatory.

The club itself was very posh. People stood by the bar, sipping expensive drinks and talking to each other with posture that just screamed, 'trust-fund baby.' Even the dancers which litttered the dance floor danced with a certain kind of elegance most kids could never master. There were suede couches and dark orange and red neon lights coming from the walls. It was amazing, and Riley could just imagine how much fun and interesting this night would become.

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[Jason Lévesque]

Jason was cooling down a bit as everyone was getting acquainted to each other. It wasn't like he was actually starting a conversation with anyone, but at least this was comfortable. For the most part. He was with his sister. He was with her friends. He was with two guys who probably were just as loaded as he was. So it was a nice big step from having to tolerate the low lives who considered themselves acceptable at Valkyrie. But he was far from actually being friendly tonight; because mainly he was actually thinking he wanted to be a bit more friendly with a certain brunette. Daphne. She grew up. She was in his dreams on the bus for Christ sakes. That had to mean something! [He had contemplated this earlier and came to the conclusion that the heavens wanted him to jump her bones.] And although there was the gorgeous Bridget alongside him, and as tempting as a threesome sounded, he had to choose just one tonight. Who knew, maybe Bridget would be his next victim.

As he was contemplating his sexual conquests, the noisy elevator pinged as they all clambered out. The lobby was quite empty. Disgusting. Even the casinos didn't make their familiar yells of alcohol and annoying cries from people who were using their kid's college fund on gambling. Just as Daphne Hayes asked where the club was, Jason was about to answer but cut off by Riley. Damn. Strike one. He was about to send a glare, but then again, re-thought the situation. He didn't know where Tangerine was. It was so new, that Jason didn't enjoy all the posh, elegant partying. That was a past tense life. You see, his Senior year at Valkyrie was changing him like no other. He could see it in his sister too. They used to be very proper, elegant kids who loved charity balls and sipping from crystal flutes. Now, all they wanted was the Californian sunshine. Well, they wanted wealthy and well kept Californian sunshine. Their parents have yet to see the personality changes.

It took a while as they went through hallways and stairs times a million, but at last, they had made it in one piece. But the man at the ropes wasn't pleased of what looked like Jason was wearing. But don't be fooled, for Jason never, once in his life, wore something that wasn't from a designer of some sort. He showed the hidden 'Fendi' from his checkered, vintage shirt that over lapped his white t-shirt to the man, whom then nodded. In fact, tonight was very casual for Mr. Lévesque, because he was actually only wearing one designer thing tonight. Or at the moment. The club itself was very low key and diamonds could probably be dripping down everyone's lips at the moment. He shoved his hands in his pockets, smiling, very satisfied with himself. Without even saying a word, he made his way to the bar. Time for another drink.

"Saratoga Cocktail." Jason said, leaning against the counter and flying a twenty toward the bartender. He knew these kind of clubs. They weren't like Jet. Jet was for anyone and you could do some crazy shit at this place. You got vodka, 7 & 7's, and hell, Jason even got away with sniffing cocaine there. But at Tangerine, you got the hidden brandy cocktails and the sophisticated shit that took hours to get you drunk. But hey, Jason was used to it. It was how he grew up. He finally received his drink moments later and took the bitter taste. Pretty good, he had to admit. "Anne, what use are those damn passes?" Jason called to her, seeing as he couldn't exactly see the lounges. Or maybe he just didn't bother even trying to look. He was too impatient. Nothing new.

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[Anne Lévesque]

They had all crammed into the noisy elevator which was elevated down to the lobby. Anne had been thrilled that Bridget had broken the silence, which started them all to talking. About what? Anything really. But Anne noticed that Riley seemed looser, and Italiano, well, he didn't seem to know what was all going on. But in all honesty, Anne had a lot on her mind at the moment. As she straightened her red dress, the elevator pinged and she was one of the first to get out. If anything, she hated cramped spaces, especially smoky elevators. Too much temptation. Hah, talk about temptation. She was about to go to a club where there were so many rich people that buying cocaine was like buying a sweater. She bit her lip, looked at the lobby floors for a moment, but regained strength while looking back up. Daphne was right. Everyone in the lobby seemed to have disappear. Obviously, going to dinner would have been a bore, because everyone must've already hit the clubs.

The group was led by the delicious Riley Turner to Tangerine, whom seemed to really know this place unit by square unit. Anne was impressed, but her brother didn't seem to be. He still smelt of clubs, and it oddly disgusted her. No Anne. You like that smell. You'll smell it a lot, what's wrong with you? That is the smell of Vegas! She told herself, as they made their way to the guy in the ropes. Anne was happy with her ever-so-recently bought dress. But as for her brother, well he had trouble. The club bouncer obviously didn't know that Fendi was making vintage shirts that could really pass as Target. Vintage interested her, but scared her most of the time.

The club itself was gorgeous and glamorous. Anne felt right at home. Before she could even mutter a word, her brother had already fled to the bar. Go figure, that crazy alcoholic that she called her brother. She smiled as she looked around at the couches, the people, the modern orange lights and the lounges that were being blocked by ropes and curtains. One burly man in a suave tuxedo but bulging muscles was blocking the lounges. She could hear Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes laughing and giggling in one of them. She heard her brother call to her what use the passes were, and could only shake her head. Sometimes he could be such a ditz. She walked over to the man and handed him the free pass. He examined it and was about to open it to only her, but then she started opening her purse.

"Look, I want to make this easy. If me, or any one of them.." Anne said, looking over her shoulder at the other five people whom she had arrived with, "Need to get in or out our lounge, just let us back in. We like to mingle." Anne said, smirking as she handed him a hundred dollar bill, with him nodding of approval. Like sister, like brother. It was ridiculous how easy people could be bought over in Las Vegas. She then watched as he pointed her to their lounge, the second to last one open. She smiled as she looked over at the other five and waved them over. "Let's check this out!" Anne called to them, making her way to the lounge.

The lounge itself was gorgeous. It was quite spacious, with three couches on each side of what looked like a coffee table. The music from inside the club wasn't as loud when you were inside. There was a pole on a little platform for, well, you get the idea. Curtains surrounded the lounge for utter privacy.

"Nice. Very nice." Anne said mischievously, secretly giving Riley Turner a wink. One step closer. Little did she know that she'd be making a move on him faster when surprise guests arrived to Tangerine that night.


[sorry for the really far-fetched fendi shirt thing, but it was all i could come up with, haha]

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[Oscar Lyon]

Oscar Lyon wasn't one to party, and how he had even gotten into the club seemed like a blur to him now. He felt like a wasted bum that woke up not remembering how or why he was in a scuzzy motel room. But, he remembered hearing that people were going to come here for the night, and now that Oscar was just sitting in on one of the bar stools in the island bar just enjoying his water, sipping it from a straw, of course. Sure, the bartender had looked at Oscar like he was a complete goof, but did Oscar want to get drunk like the other 99% of people tonight were planning to do? No. So he was perfectly content with just sitting and sipping water from a glass.

After getting of the bus, (which had been Bored Fest '06, seeing as he had to sit next to the most talkative junior male that wouldn't stop talking about the differences and similarities between Star Wars and Star Trek,) he had thrown his stuff in his room. He was sharing a room with Alessandro, Ben, and Eric. A good group of guys so Oscar knew it would be some fun.

So, knowing that perhaps half the kids at Valkyrie would be in here, he kind of expected that maybe he would see Haley Summers. Ok, so he hadn't talked to Haley since he met her at her house, after his excited dog, Chip went crazy with energy and actually seeing someone that wasn't a Lyon, or the mailman. But, that was last week. This was this week, and Vegas, so he had good odds. Plus, did reputations and status really matter in Vegas when almost everyone here probably had higher status than all the other students at Valkyrie?

Slowly and steadily, he saw people he knew enter, but he didn't nod towards them or wave. Just because he had seen them in the halls did not mean he was ready to toast and dance with them. But, there was one group that entered that he knew most of them...meaning he had had real conversations with them. It was Anne, Daphne, Bridget, Anne's brother, Jason, Alessandro, who was in his hotel room, and someone who he had never seen, and looked a little older than the rest of the group. But still, Oscar refrained from waving at the group. He did not want to have another awkward run-in on Anne, like on the bus earlier that day. Obviously Anne never told Daphne, about what had happened on Halloween. Which by the way...almost had been a month ago...and still no 'thanks' or of the sort from Anne. Ungrateful.

Oscar watched silently as he saw the group head over the the 'VIP lounge' that one of them probably had tickets for, (which Oscar would assume it would be Anne, seeing as she went up to the man first.) As they all slowly disappeared behind the curtains, Oscar breathed a sigh of relief, not ahving to deal with that dramam at the moment.

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[Daphne Hayes]

Daphne felt that this club was probably one of the nicest she had been in. Even Bare couldn't compare to what Tangerine was. Everything looked so...neat, and pulled together. This was probably something no one else could compare to. But, she knew also that they all fitted nicely in the club as if they were old friends, since they too, looked the part of a sophisticated Las Vegas local.

She saw Jason head over to the bar, and it was as if he read her mind, since she needed a drink before going into their exclusive VIP seating, or maybe it was because she wanted to get to now him better, afterall, she was best friends with his little sister. So, she left Anne with the group as she followed Jason to the bar, only a couple steps behind him. She paused as Jason ordered his drink...something she had never heard of, but then again, she honestly didn't know a lot of drinks. Growing up in Valkyrie they were not accustomed to expensive alcohol. But, she knew some, and some they they sold in Vegas. "I'll have a Long Island Ice Tea," she said also paying the money that was required. While waiting for the bartender to come back with their drinks she turned herself to face Jason. "Well," she started honestly not knowing what the hell to say, "from the way Anne greeted you up there, it seemed like you had already been out, while the rest of us were still getting ready." she smirked a little knowing that he remark was the lamest of the lame. Usually talking with people had never been this difficult. But, it felt odd, seeing as Daphne and Jason knew each other, talked only a touch, but never really more than that.

Their drinks were handed back to them and Anne hollared over to them to come into their lounge. She took a sip of the alcoholic/pop drink and started to walk over to the lounge. She entered the room and it seemed like she stepped out of the club and into a whole new one. There were couches, tables, and oh my god, a pole. She laughed and pointed with her free hand to the pole, "No shit, they have a pole?" she asked as she climbed up on to it and swung around it like children did outside at recess in elementary school with the playground set. She stopped after going around about a couple times before hopping down and saying, "This will be fun."

Daphne took another drink and found a couch to sit on and relaxed, probably the first time sitting since that morning, (which didn't count the bus, ew.) It felt nice having the room to the six of them. The noisy and bustling club felt miles away even though it was only beyond the curtain.

[[Bleh...that sucked.]]

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[ally]

Nothing could compare with the lights, the sounds and even the smells that filled Vegas. They were the common side effects of proof of the good life here in this one city filled with gambling, drinking, girls and yes as much as this has been pointed out in the past Alessandro’s mind couldn’t stop talking about it when all five of them crammed into the elevator.
V.I.P passes… that means Very Important Person, that means this night won’t be good oh no, it’ll be freaking fantastic.
Ping!
The elevator doors slid open and all five hurriedly evacuated the well furnished elevator into the now even finer designed lobby which in all due surprise was pretty much as dead as a cemetery. There wasn’t any hustle or bustle like you would expect to see oh no, not even the staff were talking among themselves as Alessandro hastily followed the group through the seemingly never ending corridors, twists and turns until they finally reached what looked like the destination.
Stopping along side them the Italian raised his eyebrow insulted slightly when the guy at the ropes seemed to give them a rather well dare say a disgusted look; he didn’t look dirty sure the other guy didn’t look the dish but he in fact he himself looked very well dressed and formal. Just because some people couldn’t make the effort didn’t mean he deserved an ill-stricken look.
After a few minutes they were allowed passed.
Club Tangerine.

“Shit...”Was the only word Alessandro could think have when he entered the main lobby of club Tangerine; eyes filling up like a child on Christmas Alessandro’s hand carefully took the drink that was handed to him but his eyes were in all different locations than to the drink he was placing to his lips?. It looked pleasing to the eye and mind boggling to the head when they entered the V.I.P. area completely missing Oscar, his roommate when they passed through.. Alessandro being a young guy expected a nightclub full of drunks and party animals but instead he had stumbled into unknown territory. He was in what looked like a posh person’s idea of fun.
I’ll get use to it.
With a small smirk his mind returned to the natural world to see Jason head to the bar and Daphne run all to suddenly to a pole and begin to swing around childish round it; not bad for an inexperienced hottie Alessandro thought when he sat himself down on one of the sofas that were around the room.
Putting the drink back up to his lips the Italian watched the other five people in the group hoping to get an idea of what to do next, he didn’t want to seem like the commoner because he wasn’t and yet he had no clue how to act around these people. If they were in a nightclub then he would of got pissed and danced like an idiot but this place; this place seemed more of a place to chill out and get pissed and make crappy horse jokes or something like that.

[Haley Summers]

After that long discussion with Claire, Haley was almost sure that she could be the popular girl and stay friends with Claire. After all Claire wasn't the lowest on the social ladder. And Haley wasn't the highest, well she was one of th highest but that was simply because of her wealth and status. Haley had been to Vegas multiple times, and New York and Paris and London. Anywhere known as a fashion city. Her mother's fashion magazine did that for her. Which is also how she got ahold of the dress she was wearing. It was a semi-casual dress designed by Chanel and not out on the market until Fall 2008. But she had it and she was wearing it.

Haley walked into the Hotel's club, looking for the gang. She had even stayed at this hotel before. And met the bartender. She went up to the bar, "Hello again Danny, Ginger ale." She said, Haley wasn't a drinker, even with her rise in popularity, the most she ever drank was wine. The bartender had been there for years. She didn't know him well or anything but she had met him quite a bit.

"You're looking lovely Haley." He said as he handed her, her drink. He gave a small wink and a crooked smile. That was a bit weird to Haley but it had happened before. Danny was a divorced working class middleaged man. Not the worst looking man but still very much older than the girls he hit on without much luck.

"Yes thank you, but I won't sleep with you since I'll still get you three to five years in prison." She said with a forced smile taking the drink. She looked around again taking a drink from her glass. She smiled when she spotted Daphne, Anne, Jason, Alessandro, Riley. She smiled at that still amused. She wondered if he would recognize her at all. But whatever. She shook the thought out of her head. She looked around again, to see if any of the people she knew who lived in Vegas were here when she saw Oscar. Shit. This isn't good.. What would she do if he spoke to her? Not only was she not supposed to like him like that, she wasn't sure if she even did right? well then there'd be no problem...right? And not only was he not of her stature in this fucked up system the school had going, didn't he and Anne have something. Anne and Daphne and Bridget, they ruled the school, what would they do to her? What would Anne think? Haley had always been a bit frightened of what Anne would think. But why? Haley turned away, hoping she hadn't caught his eye and began her way over to Anne and the group.

[Jason Lévesque]

As Jason was leaning against the bar counter, just receiving his drink, he noticed that Ms. Daphne Hayes had joined him. He smirked as he noticed the interesting order of a Long Island Iced Tea. He should have seen that coming, because that was, after all a very common drink for the party girls who hid it with expensive dresses. He raised his eyebrows as he took a short swallow of his bitter cocktail, as it ran thickly through his throat with the old brandy. He chuckled a little, cocking his head to the side as he took another lingering sip when she mentioned her observation. It had been a short time going out and partying, but to him, it felt like hours. And even in that little of time he'd already been utterly screwed up and kicked out of Jet with Mimi? No, Miranda? Maybe Manda. Or Meg. He couldn't remember; his brain wasn't exactly working tonight. Like he really cared anyways. He looked Daphne up and down and turned toward her.

"You could say that. Hopefully you'll join me." Jason said, giving her a seductive smirk. And before he could say anything else, Anne had called them over for their lounge. As much as Jason really didn't care, he followed Daphne and the rest of the group into the lounge. It was pretty nice, but Jason's favorite part was the pole. Or, to be more exact, Daphne and the pole. He grinned as he sat down next to her, putting his arm over her shoulder. "Who would've known that Ms. Daphne Hayes had pole potential?" Jason laughed, teasing her while he took another sip of his drink. Sooner than later, was finishing it up before he could even catch who the rest of the people were in here. Head count; his sister, Alessandro whom had introduced himself and Jason had totally blown off, Riley, Daphne, Bridget.. but then who was this girl? Haley Summers was it? He never saw her before, but by the look of it she looked a bit, scattered. That woman probably needed a stronger drink.

And as Jason felt for his cocaine bag in his pocket, he paused for a moment. There was a student teacher here. Yeah, he could be oblivious, but not that oblivious to snort in front of his school mates. Hell, he didn't care about Anne watching him. They used to do it together all the time. But now recently... she wasn't anymore... was that the reason why she was avoiding him? He was slowly catching on.

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[Anne Lévesque]

Anne's mind was running at an exact speed of one thousand miles per hour at this point. As she opened the curtain a tad, she saw not only her friend Haley, whom she was happy to see, but Oscar. Oscar Lyon. The one she promised to herself that she'd thank, the one that caused her to get a therapist. Not only did she remember every lame and stupid joke he made, or how curly his hair was, but that kiss. At Homecoming. Why was she so stupid? She just had to put her Jimmy Choo's in the dorky mud pile. Now, it was ruining her. But, she wouldn't let that show. She turned away before Lyon could see her looking and glanced for the rebound. Riley's so not a rebound for Lyon. He's first place. Seriously, compare and contrast Anne. There's a vast difference. She told herself, trying not to remember that Oscar Lyon was actually here, in Tangerine. Didn't he hate parties and clubbing? It was all too ironic.

"Hey Riley.." Anne said, sliding up next to him, grinning as she put her hand on his chest in a coy manner. "I promise you, this night won't be boring for you. Scout's honor." She said, kissing her two fingers and placing them on his neck. There we go. She was on a roll now as she laughed at Daphne spinning on the pole. It was even funnier to see that Jason was hopping right away to get in Daphne's pants. Well, cute black dress to be exact. She left Riley for a moment and made her way out of the lounge to grab herself a drink from the bar. Oscar was in between her. She sighed, powered up and looked ahead. She casually bumped into him and kept on going, making sure that she still had control when it came to Lyon. Besides, her reputation. No one, and she really stressed it when she meant that no one could see her falling for Lyon.

"An Illusion, fast." Anne said, shaking her head as she rested her head on her palm. The bartender smiled, probably already seeing right through her. While the man made her exotic drink, she glanced back over at Lyon. He was still there, still sitting and drinking his drink. Still as Oscar-ish as ever. Why couldn't she be falling head over heels for someone like Chase Stillings or Luke Summitt? Those guys were tough and had status, and probably would be partying, not just sitting there. Oh well, she had Riley, and he was like a treat that she would enjoy for a special occasion. "You're a messiah." Anne said gratefully to the bartender as he handed her her drink. She shook it around a bit, handed him a ten dollar bill and then took a quick sip. Bitter and it burned her insides.

Maybe that was because an Illusion was 30% malibu rum, 30% midori melon liqueur, 30% vodka and only 10% pineapple juice. Someone's going to party tonight.

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[bridgetainsworth]

[Blah!!! I always get so so behind!]

As soon as they got out of the elevator, Bridget followed the group, led by Riley Turner, to Tangerine. It was a pretty long and confusing walk to get there, but as soon they did get there, Bridget didn't care out all. Once they got past the guy with the rope and got inside she just smiled to herself. The club looked like a place all the she could party all night long. She saw that a lot of people were already out on the dance floor. She looked around at all the nice couches and the lights flashing. There was also a nice bar that she saw Jason and Daphne were headed for. She would have headed over to the bar, too, to go get a drink for herself. Anne called them over to the VIP lounge right then.

She walked over and into the VIP lounge. Like the club, it was very nice. It had couches, table, and was very private. She laughed when she saw the pole. She laughed even more when she saw Daphne swinging around it. Like all of her friends, she made her way to a couch. She decided not to stay there for long, though. "Well, I am going to go get myself a drink." she told them. She stood up and as she walked out she saw Haley making her way in. "Hey, love the dress." she said to her. Then she walked over to the bar.

When she got to the bar she saw the bartender give the random girl beside her what looked like a delicious drink. "I'll have what she just got." she said to the man, then handed him the money. He walked away and a minute later came back with her drink. She took it and drank some. She was right, it was delicious. She saw Anne over at the bar, too. "Hey." she said once she got over to her. " The way you keep seducing Mr. Turner, it looks like you might be using the pole tonight." she said kidding around with her and laughing a little."

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[Oscar Lyon]

It's senior year, it's senior year, it's senior... Oscar said over and over in his mind like a broken record. Saying this made him think what a sucky time he was having just sitting here watching people have a good time made him really depressed. Was he born with out the 'fun' gene? His brother enjoyed partying. His parents obviously did since every trip to Europe was a never ending bandwagon of fun. So, what was wrong with Oscar? Was he just too...old? Perhaps a fifty year old stuck in a teenager's body? Ehh...that sounded a little bit on the disturbing side, and Oscar wasn't ready to admit that he was old and played shuffleboard for fun, so maybe he would just conclude he was a dorky unfun geek that was wondering if he drank some date rape drugs that brought him here.

Amidst his rather...odd conclusions about himself, he seemed to just miss Haley...the one he reason he was here in the first place. But, what was worse was that he saw Haley start to head over to the VIP room in which the Trio and their boytoys went into the secluded lounge. He opened his mouth to just call Haley's name. See if she would turn around. See if she would actually talk to him. Sure, Oscar was a senior, and she was a junior. But, in Valkyrie, grades meant nothing to the status and popularity. Oscar knew Haley was all about image, popularity, and status, and deep down Oscar felt like the time they met at her house, would probably be the only time she would talk to him. Or, at least in public.

What the...? It seemed as if when one lady left, another one entered in his mind. Anne bustled out of the curtain too fast at first for poor Oscar to even register that it was her. She passed him as if he was nothing and even had enough nerve to 'bump' into him. Oh, well if Anne was going to ignore him, Oscar could do that too. He got up quickly that if his water was an alcoholic beverage he would be wondering why everyone had twins in the room. "Haley!" he called totally ignoring Anne, and forced himself no to look at her.

He walked across the club to meet Haley before she went into the lounge. "Hey, Haley," he said now making sure he heard him. "Looks like Chip didn't need to tackle you for me to see you," he said referring to his dog and the infamous walk. "I was hoping I would see you here," he said not ready to drop the details that he braved even setting foot in here just to see if she would come here tonight.

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[Daphne Hayes]

After she once around on the pole and finding one of the vacant, she was joined by Jason with a sling around her shoulder. In the back of her mind she wondered maybe if she should have acted on impulse on the pole, seeing as there were three males in the room. Sure, if it would have just been Anne and Bridget, she would have gotten what she wanted. The laughs of how careless they could be. So, now she was getting attention, and she didn't expect it. But, was it really that bad? No, she use to thrive for this kind of attention. Now, she just had to get back into the sync. Own it.. she heard her mind say.

"Oh, if I get drunk enough...I'll show you just how much potential I have," she said with a laugh and drank some more of her drink. Yes, it was a little weird doing some, what she thought was harmless flirting with her best friend's older brother, but she knew by reputation that Jason basically hitted on anything that moved, and maybe, just maybe, that was what she needed. Jason, well, he wasn't like most guys she knew, and even though she had only seen him a few times, she knew that he definiately played by the unwritten rules.

"Well, that is if you will show me your potential," she said looking back up at him with another sip of her drink, loving the feeling of some of her favorite drinks blended into one. Coke and vodka, among other alcoholic beverages. "And," she added with a point of her finger, "it doesn't have to be the pole." Was she making any sense? Probably not. Already she was getting the after effect of a couple glasses of wine and 3/4 of her latest drink.

She looked at her other friends. It looked like Anne was getting comfortable with Riley and Alessandro drinking his own drink, and she thought she could see Haley as Bridget re-entered with her drink. It was like the gang's night had hardly begun, and Daphne was just waiting for the slur of her words.

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[Riley Turner]

Well, the lougne was nice. He had never been in one. Riley had never been one of the 'richer' kids in Valkyrie, so getting VIP passes to one og the hottest and trendiest clubs at the hotel just wasn't something that would have happened to him. Maybe one of his friends would have obtained the passes but they were too busy running a muck through the city. He had only been here once, but other than that, he had only come back to the hotel to sleep. So now, it was like he was here at the hotel for the first time, really seeing it for more than just a well, hotel.

He sat down with Anne on one of the other couches. She promised him that he would not be bored and kissed his neck with her two fingers. Well, it looked like Anne at the moment had 'only eyes for him'. And hey, it wasn't like he was complaining. He knew it was illegal seeing as Anne did not look a day older than eighteen, which meant Riley would somehow find a way into prison with his own 'fifteen minutes of fame' on CNN and somewhow ending up on Nancy Grace.

"Who said I was bored?" he asked her. "I think tonight is definately looking up now," he repiled with a coy smile. In the back of his mind, he wondered if perhaps Anne had a boyfriend. He doubted the other dark-haired boy was her boyfriend, but by the way he glared at him in the hall, he would have to bet he was close to all three of the attractive young women, or was a older brother to one of them? Though Riley had a younger brother, he probably would have glared at any boy that his younger sister would start to fancy.

He watched as Anne got up to go get a drink and he sat farther back into the couch and watched as the girl named Bridget left too to get a drink. So now it was just him, the two other guys, and the other girl, Daphne. Riley had never been a big drinker, so while everyone else had alcoholic beverages, he had nothing, but then again, maybe it was a good idea if at least one of the was sober.

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[Haley Summers]

Haley took a sip of the ginger ale before handing the bartender the money for it. She smiled as Bridget walked in and complimented her on the dress. So sweet. "Thanks, your's too." And her dress was gorgeous. Very beautiful blue, layered and flowy. Haley liked Bridget. She was one of the populars that didn't terrify Haley, but that didn't mean Haley didn't try her best to impress her, just like Daphne and Anne.

Speaking of the gang, Haley was about to walked over to them to hang out, when....

"Haley!"

She knew that voice. She turned around to see Oscar making his way over. She glanced around to the others. All seemed to be in conversations of their own. For a moment she let the fear of being seen aside and she smiled at him as he walked over to her. She would have loved at that moment to sit down and chat with him, or walk around outside since simply walking around Vegas and looking up at all the lights. She would love to just have a conversation filled with those tiny sparks of sarcasm that had made her laugh the other night but then reality checked back in.

"Looks like Chip didn't need to tackle you for me to see you, I was hoping I would see you here,"

He was hoping to see her? Haley couldn't help but give a small smile at that setiment ((horrible spelling I know, sorry)) She then remembered who was in the club. She looked around again. She gave a slightly awkward, very nervous laugh, "Yes but I guess that's why dog's are useful. Right?" She looked around the club again before taking another drink. God, he's going to think of me as the shallowest bitch on the planet. Look at what she was wearing compared to the last time he saw her. Maybe she should get this overwith before anyone noticed them talking.

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[Anne Lévesque]

Anne glanced over as Bridget had appeared by her side. Bridget was always the party girl, but had her English accent which always made her seem so much more elegant. And tonight she did look lovely, sporting nice curls with a layered blue dress. Anne smirked as she took another powerful sip of her Illusion. Anne nodded to her, as a sign of saying; 'hey there' and then took another little sip. Her throat felt thick and her insides were stinging for something refreshing. But her mind was feeling pretty good, for everything, every worry and every little stress that she had had on her mind throughout the day; on the bus, and even at Valkyrie - they all disappeared. She smiled, just out of pure happiness that she was in this state, and in all honesty, she missed it. She missed being drunk, which was terribly pathetic, but it made her feel better... for the moment.

"Oh I hope so. Is it just me, or do night clubs bring out his eyes?" Anne joked, as she took another tiny sip, her lips tightening for a moment and then relaxed as it when down to her stomach. "Got your eyes on anyone specific this evening? Maybe Italiano? I see Jason's sadly got his sexually diseased paws all over our poor Daphne." Anne commented, laughing lightly as she nodded over to their lounge. From what she had seen, Jason wanted Daphne, and was already making plenty of his moves that usually lead to doing the nasty. But, in all honesty, Anne was quite quizzical on how far Daphne would go, considering the whole Josh incident was quite recent. But, then her mind suddenly clicked on a sudden red alert. For then, she saw Lyon get up from his chair and walk over to Haley. Haley Summers. Her good friend. Yeah, sure she knew they were friends; Oscar was oddly enough friends with a lot of hers. But they looked a little too happy to see each other.

"Oh we're going into halftime now, biotch." Anne muttered a little too loudly, in ear shot of Bridget as she then corrected her self by coughing a little, so her friend knew she wasn't directly talking to her. Then, she instantly started walking briskly back to the lounge. Well, brisk is a simplified way of saying it. She stomped, flew and immediately passed the happy twosome, ignoring them completely. She had a new target. How could Lyon actually want to talk to Haley instead of her?! What did Anne not have that Haley, the fashionista, apparently did? It not only didn't occur to her that she had pushed Oscar away countless times, but she also never said thank you. She made her way into the lounge, smiling toward Riley Turner. She giggled as she sat on his lap while he sat on the couch, crossing her legs so that her red dress, even though it was somewhat long, reached the middle of her thigh. Seductive, coy, and sure, she didn't care that she was getting into her drunk mode, and that he wasn't, but she just needed love. Affection. Riley could give it to her. If she played her cards right.

"You know.." Anne purred, dragging her hand through his ruffled hair. "..when I first saw you on the.. the.. er-" Don't say pubemobile. Don't say pubemobile. "... bus, I noticed right away how gorgeous of eyes you have. Mind if I take a..." She took another lingering sip. To hell with Lyon. "..a closer look.." Anne said slowly, as she brushed her nose and then lips on his cheek, and then slid off his lap, falling on her back so her head rested on the armchair. She giggled, as the alcohol almost spilled over her dress, which she put down on the table. "Oh Riley, you're blowing me away!" She joked, giggling drunkenly as she smiled coyly at the second Turner that her thighs laid on top of.

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