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

[Jason Lévesque]

The Santiago Cocktail was kicking in. As Jason observed his surroundings, everything made him smile. A posh lounge, a posh club; hell, even posh people whom were acting as though they weren't trust fund kids. It was a night whom you could be anyone you wanted to be. He watched person by person; Riley being attacked by Anne, Bridget hanging out by the bar, the Summers girl talking to.. oh who was that again.. Oscar, right? Then there was Alessandro whom was in desperate need of a hook up, or at least in Jason's opinion. Maybe Bridget. Ah, he wasn't a match maker. As he looked at the girl whom he was sitting next to, he was very surprised. Daphne Hayes was one of the most well respected, highly known girls in school, the Trio people called her, Bridget and Anne. So, if it was true, and everyone including her knew of his amazing reputation, why was she making it so easy? Whatever reason, he liked it.

"Well then let's make sure these glasses are full, darling!" Jason yelled happily, raising it up high and then bringing it to his lips and taking a brave, long swallow. It was a pain really, because brandy, especially the kind he was serving him, wasn't exactly as easy to swallow as water was. But, as he looked at Daphne, he could only smirk. He never expected it, truly he didn't. He had seen this girl since her freshman year, and never had she appealed to him; until now when she was flaunting her best aspects in that teeny tiny black dress. He smirked as she talked about the potential he had. Jason knew he had the most potential, and the most experience than any guy in this lounge. Yes, he even counted Riley, whom was four to five years older than him. Jason had been with blondes, brunettes, red heads, grandmothers, skinny girls, fat girls, dumb girls, Harvard bound girls, poor girls, trust fund babies and most importantly, he had even been with a guy. Damn Halloween part which had put a mark in his ego. But he wouldn't think of it. Hell, that boy liked it. Jason knew it.

"Oh darling, I got a lot of potential that I'd gladly show you." Jason said, bringing his hand and rubbing it on her thigh. He then took another long swallow of his drink and grinned at her. "I guess all it depends on is if you can handle it." Jason said, smirking as he kept his hand on her thigh, taking another sip. He glared jealously at his sister. Damn. How had she picked a stronger drink than his? He glanced at it for a moment, for it seemed to be blurry in his vision and looked at it's color. It's thickness. The way it moved. Jason was an expert when it came to drinks, and as he glared at the drink he came to the conclusion; it was an Illusion. No rhyme intended. But, he also didn't need a drink to get in Daphne Haye's pants. Right then and there, he pulled her slowly toward him and then kissed her. Not sweetly. Not romantically. Not passionately. But hard, aggressive and fast. The kind of kiss that every person wanted, but never got.

"Now, Daphne Hayes, I have a game for y-.." He paused, for a second, slurring a bit in his speech. Finally. It was about time. ".. for you. Are you willing to play? Oh no worries, love, it's quite simple. Just follow my lead, will you?" He grinned, chuckling under his breath as he took his other hand and took another long sip of the drink. His breath probably tasted bad, but his looks and charm had to make up for it. He then pulled her, with his pathetic strength, onto his lap, then kissing her, again. The same kiss, different position. So far, this game he had, and the same pick up line, had worked 46 times. Would 47 be a lucky one? Could he beat a dirty high score with his sister's best friend? God only knew.

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[Oscar Lyon]

Well, at least she didn't run away, which was what Oscar semi-expected. But she did look around and so Oscar was assuming she was just going to talk to him before she dashed. That's probably what happened when he talked to most girls that weren't in the art club, or forced to be in partner in science, (not that girls complained then, since it was a free ticket for an 'A'.) But, Oscar just didn't get it. Why did he just repel girls? Sure, when he was in France with his grandmother she would always introduce him as 'Ceci est mon beau jeune petit-fils.' Which meant, 'This is my handsome young grandson.' But, weren't family members suppose to tell each other they were handsome or beautiful. Maybe he was just American-repellent. Maybe it was his half-French genes getting the best of him. What was it exactly that girls didn't find attractive? Maybe he should just ask someone. Someone like Anne, or the next blonde girl that walked by, or maybe he should just ask Haley?

"Yeah," he mused, as she told him about Chip's usefulness, "maybe that's when the only time girls will talk to me...is when I have Chip with me." He shoved his hands in his pockets and at first looked at his shoes, but then looked back at Haley, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Was she really that bored with him? "But, maybe if I had Chip now...you would at least look like you wanted to talk to me."

He didn't intend for the comment to be mean, or nice at that matter. He just wanted to hear himself say outloud that he was never that good with girls. Never had, and most likely never would. No girl ever admitted outloud to him of their rejection, and he wanted to know now. He wanted someone to actually tell him why they didn't like him, even just as a friend. He also looked around the club for a moment, "Well, I can see a lot more people that look a lot more posh than me, a lot more better-looking than me, just a lot more than me."

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[Riley Turner]

Not that Riley was counting, but Anna came back rather quickly than what he expected, assuming that she would have chatted with Bridget longer, but Riley didn't know how long it would take to talk to your friend. 'Getting a drink' was equivilant to 'we have to go to the bathroom.' From countless books and movies, Riley knew that was another excuse to gossip about something. Do guys even do that? Well, telling a group of girls that two guys were going to go to the bathroom would so extremely weird and by the time they came back, the group would most likely be gone. And he would guess that Bridget and Anne were gossiping about either about him or about Jason and Daphne over on the opposite couch.

With a drink in hand, Anne seemed to stumble over to him and found a spot on his lap. Well, it seemed as if the Valkyrie girls never changed, they were still forward and outgoing, telling someone exactly what they wanted. He felt her hands going through his thick hair and she she told him how she first saw him on the Greyhound and how beautiful his eyes were. "So, I have been told," he said with a coy smile as she inched closer to him, and he just loked directly into her eyes.

To people looking into each other's eye, Riley would have to say is one of the most powerful interaction two people can have with each other. I mean, if Romeo was able to fall in love with Juliet with just a look into her eyes, that just proved that eye contact was incredibly powerful to him. You could tell so many things to the other person with just looking at them. In Anne's eyes he could see desire, of course this was with a dash of drunkeness. Maybe if Anne would notice Riley's eyes (beside the color) she would probably see hesitantness, but at the same time, wanting.

Anne fell half off of him and started giggling, setting her drink down on the table. He had a gorgeous girl laying on him whose dress was basically riding up her legs, and he was positive they both knew what was most likely going to happen tonight, and Riley didn't want to be completely sane while doing so, so he reached for her drink which she had abandoned on the table and brought it to his lips, not caring what it was. Sure, he hated alcohol, but tonight he was going to need it. Almost downing the rest her drink.

He reached for her hands and pulled her back to him. "Anything else I have that's gorgeous?" he asked her with a smile and rested his hands on her waist and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Hey, if she wanted it, he was down with it too.

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[Haley Summers]

"But, maybe if I had Chip now...you would at least look like you wanted to talk to me."

Shit, that’s not it at all. Haley thought to herself but then again, what was she supposed to say. She couldn’t be all chummy with him as she had been that night when she was…what was she that night? Who was she? It was old Haley. Wonder if I looked like the hippo I was back then as well. No, she couldn’t have, otherwise Oscar wouldn’t be speaking to her. It wasn’t that she thought Oscar was really the shallow type, she just didn’t see how anyone could like a fat lard. She took a sip of her ginger ale, wishing for a moment it was alcoholic. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to him. She did, greatly. Just not here, in front of everyone and she knew how horrible that sounded. It wasn’t fair to him to try to be secret friends right? She knew that wouldn’t be fair, he was better off with her being a bitch to him. At least that way he could simply stop trying to be her friend.

"Well, I can see a lot more people that look a lot more posh than me, a lot more better-looking than me, just a lot more than me."

Okay, now he was blaming himself…ish. She shook her head a bit. “That’s not it.” She said looking over at him. “Really it’s not.” besides, looks wise he was right on target. “It’s not the strangers in the club, it’s-” She paused and looked over to where Anne was with Riley and all the others were. She shook her head and looked back at Oscar, “The truth is, we’re not of the same group and we could be friends like you are with Daphne I know but you wouldn’t really like the real me if the girl you’re looking for was the one from the other night. Because the girl you spoke to was fat loser Haley, not the Now Haley. Hypocritical? Yes. This dress is Chanel and not even out yet. And we spent a god deal of that night making fun of the people who wear this kind of crap.” Haley gave a small shrug, “And I hate to sound like one of those pathetic teen dramas like Dawsons Creek and what not but it’s not you, it’s the situation.” She said it rather quickly, and she forced as little emotion as possible to show through her voice. A bit came out anyways but overall she kept a straight face.

[Daphne Hayes]

"Cheers to that!" she said happily and she saw him take a long swallow to his own drink, she looked at her own, wondering if she should finish off the rest. For all she knew, she was going under as of now, so would the half empty drink really matter? She knew the early champagne was kicking in since momentarily she saw two of Jason, but she stared back at her drink and downed a good amount, it was afterall their first night, and being sober would just not be fun. Then again, would they be able to top tonight for the remaining days? Eh, probably night. Especially how tonight was going with Jason.

Her stomach dropped as if she was on a rollarcoaster and not a couch. Of course, she knew he had potential, probably so much more than she could think. She felt him rub her thigh that sent shivers down her spine. She what- had known Jason fir three years, said not much more than a 'how are you?' and he suddenly started to make passes at her? Well, it wasn't like she was complaining. She had always thought of Jason as Mr. Unattianable...for her that is. As she contemplated about this while looking down at her drink, she was caught by surprise when she was pulled into a kiss. Needless to say that she had never been kissed so... agressivlely that it left her breathless. Not the kind of breathless of a passionate, wonderful kiss that leaves you smiling in the end, but one that was sudden and pretty much took everything out of her. Oh boy...she was going to have to finish this drink.

With a slur of his words, Daphne looked at him as he explained the game they were going to play and she was then pulled onto his lap. She giggled and said, "I already like this game." Another giggle escaped her lips before they kissed once more the rough and hard way. It felt weird. She was basically hooking up with her best friend's brother...with her best friend about a few feet away...that was a little weird. would Anne even care? She broke it off to see Anne half laying on Riley and half laying on the couch, probably too drunk to even look this way. Daphne raised her glass to her lips and downed the rest before turning back to Jason and bit her lip. "Let's go somewhere private," she loked around. Duh, this would probably be the most private place of all, but she wanted to get out of this room, as homey as it was.

She got up, pulling her dress down, since it was riding up a bit. She smoothed it down and placed her now empty glass on the table. She placed her hands around Jason's collar and pulled him up as well. Meeting his lips once again and started to move towards the curtain, hoping she wouldn't trip. The music seemed louder as they both emerged from the curtain and the darkened lights filtered on him. But now, she had no idea where to go. They didn't have any other VIP passes to another lounge, and she didn't want to get an evil eye from employees if they decided to crash on a public couch.

That's when she spotted it, just behind the bar there was a door. 'Employees Only' the sign clearly stated. If they were caught, the worst they could was kick them out, right? Probably. She looked back at Jason and only smiled. "Now, Jason Lévesque, I have a game for you. It's quite simple. Just follow me into there," she said, feeding his words back to him and pointed over to the door, before walking over to the door and looked over both her shoulders to make sure no one was watching the girl that was obviously not an employee, and pulled the door open. She looked back at Jason and crooked her figner for him to join her.

[Jason Lévesque]

Good. She liked the 'game', but it surprised Jason a bit taken aback when she was actually playing along. You see, usually girls would laugh a little at his playful seductive moves, or more of, they'd tease him with it. But maybe it was the drunk talk. Every person whom had ever been the slightest bit drunk with the opposite sex knew this kind of chat. It was the fake promises, the playing along and the almost annoyingly obvious flirting. Jason didn't mind it, but he just couldn't do it when he was sober, that was for sure. His drink was hitting him faster as he took another swig, holding Daphne on his lap. It was quite an interesting site, however, to see Jason's eyebrows raise as they did. Private? Wasn't this lounge already private enough? Daphne was surprising him more and more, as he chuckled lightly.

"As long as it's got air, youuuu.." He said smirking, but frowning a bit more slightly as she arose and edged the teeny tiny black dress down her legs. "In that cute little dress. I like that dress. It's very.. very.." Jason couldn't finish his sentence as she watched her move. She had a little swerve to her steps, something he enjoyed to watch. Or maybe the alcohol gave her swerve. Whatever it was, he was trying, the best he really could, to focus on how Daphne Hayes worked. From all he knew, she was a junior, best friends with Anne, hott and a party girl. Recently he heard she had this big blow out and something about a boy. Josh was it? Jason never knew the kid, but felt sorry for the lad having missed out on a piece of hot flesh like Daphne. But then, her assertiveness, a quality he didn't catch showed as she pulled him forward.

"Ooh Ms. Hayes, you have quite the firm grip." Jason laughed, actually laughed in public, not out of torturing someone else, but out of alcohol consumption. Yet, he desired to watch what she was thinking of, but the only problem was that he himself couldn't think. For his lips were centimeters from her drunk lips and the smell of mystery, something new and sounds that were blurred except for Daphne and Jason's drunk giggles. They didn't know where they were walking, but they only dragged themselves to a door. It read in bold letterings.. well.. Jason couldn't tell what it said to be honest. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, but then almost lost his balance as Daphne went toward it. He caught himself by the bar standing near the thick door. But as he watched her open it, not sure of what really was in there except for that it was obviously private, he couldn't help but follow her.

"Darling, this game is already being won." Jason said, walking steadily into the door, almost tripping over his own feet as he chuckled a little, holding onto the door for balance. His cap was tossed on the side of his head as he held onto it and then grabbed Daphne. He didn't care for closing the door with his hands, so instead, he pushed Daphne against the back of it so it closed on them. Leaning her against the door, they now stood in what seemed to be complete silence and darkness. Stairwells were the only things near them, for they seemed to be on a vacant landing. The smell of stained cigarettes, destiny and complete drunk lust was filling the stair landing as Jason kissed her more. And more. He couldn't get enough. He never could. Jason was a man on no satisfaction.

"Daphne Hayes.." Jason breathed in between long make out sessions and breaths that they both never seemed to catch. "Meet the new game champion." There was always some kind of electricity and interest in making out with someone that you have already known, but never considered until one moment. Well, this usually never counted for a lot of people, but for Jason Lévesque, he always made out with strangers. So for someone he had always seen, always said simple hellos to, well - he liked it. As he ran his fingers through her wavy brown curls and made sure he could actually keep his balance, his mind was in a smoky fog. He couldn't think. He couldn't hear nothing. Not a word. Stuttering and slurring his words were now the only way to do it, and his balance, hell, forget about it. The dark was not good, for it was interfering his eyesight. So, he led his lips to her neck. A safety zone until he could regain at least a bit of himself again. Stairwell landing in a posh club in Vegas. This was a new make out spot that he could very well put on his list.

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[Anne Lévesque]

Let's be honest here. Anne Lévesque, from the age of seven to sixteen, had never been a deep thinker. She was never the kind of girl to sit around under a big oak tree and ponder how the sky became ever so blue. She was the one getting drunk under a big oak tree until the moonlight and losing her virginity for the first time. Nor was she the girl whom gave her adequate, perfect answers. Recently, Anne had been the person far from perfect, and far from herself. Because, even while laying her brown haired head on the plush white armchair, not even noticing her brother eating her best friend's face with his tongue, she thought. A lot. She'd actually been 'deep thinking' a lot recently, and don't think it didn't scare her. It scared her a lot. She missed her old self; it gave her less premature wrinkles. But as she looked at her Illusion stirring on the table, she could only think about how wrong this felt. Everything changed with one touch.

For then Riley Turner pulled her back on his lap, and her mood enlightened. She only thought for a second, because just looking at the seductive, new kind of older man that she sat upon, she couldn't think of Lyon. But instead, she thought of her luck. Anne knew that all the girls would be in rage with jealousy when they heard that she actually got intimate with the student teacher, and it would only make her more confident than before. She gave him a happy smirk, looping her arms behind his neck sensually, crossing her legs as if she were in a dinner party. Why not be classy as well as seductive? Julia Roberts could do it, so that meant Anne Lévesque sure as hell could. Besides, as she looked down at her expensive dress, expensive surroundings and expensive friends, she could only think of how much people would pay to see what Riley had hidden under that hesitant grin.

"Well..." Anne slurred, looking around at his features, happy with the kiss on the cheek. It was almost an invite, an acknowledgment that she was allowed to make more moves. And that's what Anne was aiming for. As she drew random strands of her hair that dangled in front of her black necklace and out of her face, she then placed her hand knowingly on his chest. "You have really great.." She couldn't finish her sentence, as she started kissing him on the neck. To hell with it. She didn't have the patience. Her alcohol didn't have the patience and neither did the whole world. Besides, she while it would seem that someone would be quite careless while they started kissing a great smelling neck, she was calculating, cursing and thinking. Too much. It wasn't like her and she didn't like it. "Oh!" Anne squealed, placing her hand over her mouth as if she just found out a secret.

"I just realized that... that.. you have really good.." Anne tried to remember what she thought of. If she was even thinking of anything relevant to his gorgeous features. "eyes... I said that before.." She giggled. "Didn't I? Oh well..." Anne slurred, as she then started to kiss his neck again, working her way up slowly. For some reason, she was hesitant about his lips. It was as if he intimidated her. Yet, no one usually intimidated her. Since when was this intimidating? Older guys should be no different; that's what she always stood by. So, ever so slowly, she made her way so that their lips touched. Hopefully the Valkyrie Administration would approve of these children's ever so naughty behavior, for this lounge was breaking rules by the sip of Illusions.

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[Oscar Lyon]

Oscar crossed his arms across his chest. “It’s not the strangers in the club, it’s-” he heard her say as she trailed off. "It's the people we know in the club, right?" he said, finishing her sentence for her. "Don't be caught with the loser." He added the last part, even if she wasn't thinking it. Back in middle school, it happened to be a stupid game that the jock boys and the so-called 'popular grils' would try not to 'get caught with the loser'. Oscar, was only one of them, as some of his other friends at the time were also one of the 'losers'. Whenever they would run into the pokemon-obsessed thriteen year olds they would lose points. It was immature and childish and Oscar remembered it, but he was just remember that when he became a rich, successful business owner for anything, that half those kids would be working for him. Because, life just happened to work out like that. It's karma.

"God Haley, highschool is such bullshit! Do you honestly think in ten years people are going to care if you were the most popular girl in school with the Chanel dress no one has yet?" He wasn't trying to be mean, or sound like an arrogant asshole, which sometimes he was known to be. He was just trying to shed some light on the situation that both Haley and he were obviously looking at it in a different point of view.

"So, I guess I'm going to go. I think I might want to buy the new Chanel car. Maybe I'll be the first one to get it," he said with dry sarcasm. He turned to leave but, stopped looking once more back at Haley, "It's funny though. You never striked me as the type that would completely lose herself to fit in. I guess I'm wrong...I've been wrong about a lot of people lately. I was just hoping you wouldn't be one of them," he gave a quick, emotionless smile as he turned and started to leave the club. Damn, he wasn't in Vegas for more than a few hours and he already had been rejected, ignored, and made a fool of himself.

He hated the Vegas.


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[Daphne Hayes]

She giggled again and Jason complimented on her dress. "It is very," she said ran her hands down the dress with a sly smile. For once, her outfit of choice had come quite in handy. Compared to Anne and Bridget's long and sophisticated dresses, Daphne's dress was more like, 'well, where is the rest?' She got a few weeks ago on a trip to Los Angeles. All she knew was that it put a new meaning to the phrase 'little black dress'. She only laughed when he told her she had quite a firm grip. "I just like it rough," she said to him with another laugh and a drunken kiss.

"Oh it has?" she asked when Jason told her as she started walking backwards as he started coming towards her through the door. They seem to grab for each other as soon as he passed the threshold. The only light filtering in seemed to be the lights of the club, and only with that, it was hard to see what exactly was in the employees only room. Which happened to be not much. The room itself was quite small, only big enough for two people in at a time and even then, it didn't seem big or as cozy as it was in the lounge. There were stairs, which Daphne would have to guess probably led to another floor.

He pressed her up against the door and with a click it shut, engulfing them in darkness. The only sound was them moving and drunken kisses. Needless to say, she had never down something this...risky and wild. Frankly, she enjoyed it. Not even Luke or Josh had gotten her this excited about making out. Luke had been more of the surprising moments, and Josh had been all about the sweetness. But Jason, he was forceful, agressive, and heavy. His voice broke the silence. Catching a breath she replied, "You do win. Hands down. But only the first level." Another giggle was let out as she felt Jason's hands through her hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to kiss him as if this would possibly be the last time she made out with anyone ever again.

He moved his kisses to her neck and it felt like she was finally able to breath, as if she had been holding her breath for the past five minutes. She rolled her head back a little and raked her fingers through his thick balck hair. "Who would have guessed?" she gasped, "that you and I would be making out in an 'employees only' room?" She thought of it herself. If someone told her before she boarded the bus that in a mere six hours that she would be hooking up with Jason Lévesque, she probably would have laughed. But now, it was real, and she couldn't help but smile.

[[Ack, that kind of sucked. -.-]]

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[Riley Turner]

The drink was getting to Anne as he slurring words were getting harder to understand, but Riley just smiled. Anyway...weren't actions stronger than words? Or, was it the other way around. Well, if it was, Riley just made a new saying. She had started to say something before she went right for his neck. If Riley hadn't lived in Valkyrie before this, he probably would have been taken by surprise at how pushy these girls were, but in Valkyrie sex was served on the side with the salads.

Anne's head popped back up as she looked like she wanted to tell him something, which ended up being something she said earlier. He only laughed. At least he knew his eyes were very attractive. "Well, let's see...you have great eyes too, and your laugh..." he said with a laugh of his own, "I'll say it's contagious." He saw as Jason and Daphne sucking faces as they left and now it was as if Riley and Anne were alone. The only sound was the music. He looked back down at Anne's drink and downed the rest. He wanted what she was having. So what if he didn't get the full effect of it right away. Riley was never one to hold is alcohol very long, so it wouldn't take him long to act like a fool.

Anne seemed hesitant as her traveling kisses inched closer to his lips. "And your confidence," he continued as he looked at her, "is one of the highest I've seen." As cheesy as it sounds, it seemed as if all the noise going on around them died down until there was silence as their lips touched. It wasn't even a full on kiss either. Maybe because it was so soft and so unlike how she had been only a few moments ago. He kissed her back and held it for a few moments before letting go. "Wait, wait, you don't have a boyfriend do you?" he asked looking at her, playfulness in his eyes. Not that it would matter much. Not that he wanted to seem cocky, but could any highschool boy in the school compare to him? Riley actually wasn't that nervous anyway...well only if the boyfriend was bigger than him and probably would beat him up, as high school as that sounded.

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[Jason Lévesque]

Jason couldn't tell if the cocktail was making the echoes, or if it was just so vacant and spacious that it was simply nature. Either way, their kisses, whispers and aggressive movements could be heard echoing around the employee's room. The interesting thing about Jason, is that he just didn't care. He didn't care about trouble, girls, life or anything else really for that matter. Was that because he did drugs? He doesn't even know himself, but for whatever it's worth, the only thing he could really care about this world is doing the best. Being the best in his categories that is. And when mentioned that, his categories usually went down as all the nasty positions, all the movements of the tongue and how many glasses of Long Island Iced Tea or Santiago Cocktails he could hold before he went overboard. As in fainting, or something more interesting than that.

"Beware..." Jason smirked as he kept kissing her neck, then moved to her lips once again. In between kisses he managed to say; "Level two is going to be difficult, loveee.." He slurred a bit, as he then heard a big crash in the employee's room. Coming from on of the stairs. It wasn't Daphne and Jason. Was someone else in here? What the fuck.. Jason thought to himself, looking behind his shoulder, but not seeing much. It was a dark abyss. With stairs. He shrugged it off; maybe the cocktail was getting back to him. He breathed a bit and chuckled. "Yes, who would've thought..." Jason smirked, as he then thought about his dream. He never imagined that he would be making out with Daphne Hayes as he sat on that bus after having a dream of her crying. And Anne yelling. He kissed her roughly, putting his aggression in each kiss.

"Anyone there?!" A faint yell sounded throughout the employee's stairwell. It was a rough voice, a woman's who probably could pass as a man depending on her voice. Jason looked over his shoulder and then back to Daphne. He grinned ever so drunkenly. "It appears we're not alone." Jason said, bringing them to the floor and making her sit on his lap as he leaned his weight against the door. "Let's give em.. a.." Jason couldn't think, biting his lip and looking at her with that same drunken grin. He probably looked like a fool, but an actual cute fool. It wasn't often, so don't get used to it. He dragged his hand up her thigh and under her dress, moving her closer to him. "a show. A show! Let's give them a fucking show, Daphne." Jason chuckled, as she then began to kiss her with his hand planted under her dress and his other arm holding the back of her head so it was as close to his as possible.

And then the big, thundering footsteps came sounding down the stairs.

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[Anne Lévesque]

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"Contagious? Hehe, well that's unique! Buuuut..." Anne said, kissing his cheek. "I like it." She whispered as she edged her face close to his. She could only hear the two of them talking, and as she looked over her shoulder, she saw that Daphne and Jason were gone. Or maybe they were there but she just couldn't get any images straight. She giggled out of the blue and then turned back to Riley, slipping off her expensive heels and letting them slide on the floor. She was wearing fishnet tights, so they snuggled her feet as she sat on Riley Turner's lap. And then they continued to kiss. Kissing Reed's brother, a student teacher, alone in such an exclusive place, it felt like a huge adrenaline rush. She giggled, again, finding almost everything funny, as she overlapped her lips over his.

"Oooh I'll show you confidence." She smirked as she kissed him back, and they continued this for a while. All she needed now was the stripping pole and her night would be set. But then, he let go this time and looked at her, a bit worried. He asked if she had a boyfriend or not. "No silly! Of course not.. boyfriends are silly. You're silly! But yooou're not my boyfriend." Anne slurred, as she looked over her shoulder to grab a drink but found it to be empty. She then looked over to the club and saw Oscar was gone. Haley wasn't with him either. She bit her lip as she searched around the strobe lights for him. He couldn't just be in a club for ten minutes and leave! Suddenly, flash backs of her worries, the bus ride, seeing him there, at the club, the way she treated him made her stomach turn.

"Er -.." Anne said, in mid thought as she slowly crawled off Riley's lap. She knew what she had to do, and it was finally clear to her. Scratch the idea that she was very drunk, and that everything seemed clearer, in a blurred dimension sort of way, but she knew what was going on. She liked Oscar Lyon. She couldn't deny it anymore. She was falling for french man Lyon. Suddenly, she fluttered her eyes and looked at Riley. She almost smiled. It was either now or never. She had the guts, she could do it. "Sorry, be right back. I.. I have to do something." Anne said, as she slipped on her heels again, but then the heels were on back wards. She dizzily fixed them and got up, getting a huge head rush. She looked back at Riley and leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek but ended up missing and kissing the couch. "I'll be baaaack.." She slurred, running out of the lounge.

Anne needed to tell Oscar. And she was going to tell him now.

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[Daphne Hayes]

Her breath was jagged and uneven, as if she was having a difficult time breathing. And well, she was. Jason definitely knew how to take one’s breath away, literally. Even when they weren’t kissing on the lips, her breathing was heavy and hot. But of course, this could also be from the alcoholic drinks she had tonight. The Long Island, which had a little dash of everything in it, tipped her outrageous behavior while the wine, as odd as it sounded, was keeping her from completely going under. "Oh reallyyy?" she asked with a slur, "will you get the high score?" She giggled but stopped when she heard something. Or, thought she heard something. It probably was just them bumping into something, and it fell.

She grasped some of his hair as the continuation of the hard kisses became more difficult to keep up with, Daphne started to look back on how she even got here in the first place. Not here in the employees room or Vegas, but here. What if she never did break-up with Josh? Or hell, why not go back and what if she never broke-up with Luke? Daphne had only had a few boyfriends so far, and the only ones that meant anything to her were Luke and Josh, and those were the ones where she broke up with them. The ones that mattered to her the most. Was that it? Not that she would ever admit that Amanda was right, but she did tell her she was going to end up alone and she had high expectations of guys. But, why was she breaking up with the guys that were the best thing going for her? Now, she was getting rejected at the ice-skating rink, and hooking up in the employee’s closet with her best friend’s brother, who may or may not suffocate her with their lack of breathing and more of the long, breathless, and aggressive kisses. Where did all her class go? Oh right, she traded it in for little black dresses and Long Island Ice Teas.

"Anyone there?"

She was silent (which was incredibly hard to do,) for a moment and both she and Jason looked over to where the voice was coming from. Ok, she was a little nervous about who was catching them. But when Jason stated the obvious of not being alone, she could tell he was enjoying it. "Shhh!" she said half laughing, stifling her laughter with a hand. He dragged her down with him to the floor. Her stifled giggles echoing through the small room as she repositioned herself, kneeling over him and straddling her legs over his lap. His hand traveled up her thigh and underneath her dress and even though it was probably a hundred degrees in the cramped space, she got cold shivers down her spine and she could feel goose bumps rising on her skin. Thundering footsteps could be heard as Daphne ran her hands up Jason’s torso, chest, and wrapped them around his neck.

“What the hell is going on here?” the voice sounded as the footsteps stopped completely on the landing. With an abrupt ending of their make out session, blinding light filtered into the room as a middle-aged woman in black, with an orange button that probably read 'Tangerine' on the shirt. Even though her mind was hazy with alcohol, she managed to spit out, "What does it look like?" The woman stormed over to the two and basically yanked Daphne off Jason. "This is an Employees Only room." Daphne got up. When in doubt, act dumb. "Oh, it was?" she tried to look confused, knowing that it probably came off as a drunk, high, party girl. She looked from Jason back to Daphne and pointed to the door, "Out of my club. Now."

Daphne staggered to the door and first leaned on the door to open it. Feeling slightly delerious and not quite remembering how exactly they got from the closet, to the lougne to grab her purse, and to the front entrance to the club. She leaned up against Jason, finally able to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. "Kicked out. That's a first," she giggled like a fool. "But," she said looking back at him. "I think there is a closet back up in my room?" she half asked, half informed him with a seuctive smile.

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[Oscar Lyon]

Oscar stormed out of the club in a huff. Confused as hell of why the hell he came down here in the first place. Senior year, blah blah. Screw senior year, Las Vegas, and all the women in his life. Wait, that wasn't many...Screw senior year, Las Vegas, and all the entire female population. Yeah, that was better. His Converses slapped noisily on the cement as he walked back to the main hotel building.

What were so important with cliques anyway? They were all about being the most popular and meanest people in highschool. Oscar thought there was a big difference between being popular, and being well-known, and they were completely opposite from the other. Ok, so Oscar would much rather stay at home playing video games and taking pictures than getting drunk and wasted at a party every weekend like everyone else in Valkyrie did. It was like a passtime, a hobby. God, all of them would become alcoholics by the time they hit twenty-one, and some of them now were probably alcoholics.

As he ranted in his head, he found an elevator and leaned against until the ping sounded and they re-opened on his floor. He exited it and walked down the long, empty hall. This oddly reminded him of when he was at the Summitts' Halloween Party, and he decided to try and open all the doors, succeeding in one, it happened to be Luke Summitt himself hooking up with his best friend, Antony's girlfriend. Needless to say, he was never going to randomly open up doors ever again. Thinking of Halloween it brought him to when he basically saved Anne's life and (most importantly) her reputation. Everything always seem to come back to women, didn't it?

He opened his door with his key. None of his roommates were there. A vacant bed beckoned him and he flopped on it, staring up at the ceiling for which seemed like a very long time, pondering wether or not just to take the first bus back to Valkyrie. Anyways, parades were always fun.

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[Jason Lévesque]

It always seemed to be the people with no love life, or life to ruin a good party, and that's the first thought Jason thought of when they were interrupted. And just when they were getting to the good stuff. He squinted his eyes to peer at the woman, a middle aged one, with frizzy red hair, bags under her eyes and hoop earrings that were dragging her ear lobes to the floor. And her eyes were above her lips. No.. that was just the blurry image. Yes, she had her eyes where they should be, but this drink was really getting to him. Yet again, he figured it should be wearing off a bit, considering he hadn't been consuming any for a good half hour. Jason had to laugh, although, at Daphne's smart remark of 'what does it look like?'. Thank god she wasn't one of those girls who fell under the heat lamp, or he'd be ready to just leave her there.

"We love you toooo.." Jason chuckled, having watched Daphne been thrown off him and they were pushed out of the room. "Ugly fucking hag." Jason said, as the woman gave him the finger and shut the employee's room door. He laughed a little as he walked in a loopy state to the couch to grab his drink and finish it off. He couldn't believe his luck. It was the second time tonight that he'd been kicked out of a club for sexual behavior, and he had to admit, it amused him. He looked around the lounge to see Riley was sitting there, but Anne and everyone else was gone. How long was Jason and Daphne gone? He raised his eyebrows at Riley. "We're being kicked out by ugly hags. Be careful to cover up that hickey before we get to our floor." Jason teased Riley, laughing again as he downed the rest of his cocktail. Riley wasn't that bad, he had to admit. Maybe he'd actually like this fellow.

Jason had walked out of the club, the red frizzy haired woman standing there happily to see them go. As they stood at the front entrance, he held onto Daphne's back as she leaned against him. A closet in her hotel room? Hell, he wanted a bed. A nice, clean, fluffy sheeted bed. His back cramped and his head hurt from the odd positions he had been in tonight. One; almost having sex on a table, and two; outrageously making out in a dark, vacant employee's room. He smirked as he brought his arm over his shoulder.

"Well, then it's decided. We'll go to your room and.." He paused, looking at Riley and winking a little too obviously, "have a party of our own. Who knows, Turner. Maybe even I'll let you have a turn." Jason grinned drunkenly again, as he slapped Daphne's thigh again as they retraced their steps back toward the elevator. True, that was a very asshole thing to do; treat Daphne like she was a treat. And in all honesty, Jason didn't think of her like that. Usually, he did that to girls who he had just met, or really didn't know. He knew Daphne Hayes. And he somewhat respected her. Not as fully as Ashley and Anne mind you, but she wasn't going to be the kind of girl that he'd never talk to ever again. As a matter of fact, he planned on calling her back in Valkyrie to hang out again. Maybe she had a bong. She was supposedly rich, right? He didn't know much about her at all, but most party girls did acquire one. He did.. but it broke.

"This night isn't ending yet folks!" Jason laughed, as the elevator pinged and he lifted Daphne up and slung her body over his shoulders like she was a sack of potatoes. He laughed, to see that Anne had already gone into the room and had forgotten to close it. Such an Anne moved. He kicked the door out of the way and ran into Daphne's room, throwing her on the bed. "Round three is always the charm." Jason smirked, laying on top of her. How awkward for Riley it must've been, but for Jason, well, like stated before. He just didn't care.

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