get this party started '' bailey's b'day.

[scott]

• m a l i n d a s •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
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It wasn't long before this place had gotten crowded. Why? Well, there were already a lot of people here to start with and plus, Bailey Mitchell was one popular girl in Valkyrie. There were so many people here at the party that half of the school was probably here right now...Actually, no. More than half of the school was probably at Bailey's birthday party. It was completely squished in here..yet. The Malindas were off doing there own things while some stayed together like Nikki and Scott or Brianna and Samantha. Natalie was off doing their own things by herself. It was weird how this was Bailey's birthday party but none of the Malindas really knew Bailey - except Brianna. Other than her, none of them really hung out with the new Trio Quad girl because they didn't really have a lot in common with Bailey. The party wasn't really as exciting right now because some people were still just arriving. Maybe it would become more fun once the Malindas saw some friends or just a familiar face. All of them had considered going to Bailey and saying the usually, "Happy birthday" but the 'birthday girl' was most likely busy with all of her own personal friends...and the people that she didn't know.

Anyways, Nikki and Scott weren't really doing anything except talking about some stuff. Nikki was actually feeling a little..energetic today, but Scott was the opposite. He never wanted to go to this party in the beginning and it seemed boring already. Maybe in a little while, he could get a drink and then it would seem more fun. Drinking always seemed to make things funner than they really are. While walking around Les Deux, Nikki heard a familiar voice. "Amanda!" Nikki said with a smile. It's not like she needed to see who it was. How could she forget Amanda Summitt. Nikki was about to say something but Scott had beat her to it. "And it's nice to meet you too." Scott said since she had pretty much forgotten about him even though he was standing right here. Who knew Nikki had such a fine friend? Scott thought to himself. Amanda was definitely a gorgeous girl, but he was sure that he wasn't the only one that thought that. "Manda, this is Scott. Scott, Amanda." Nikki just wanted to do a quick introduction because that's the best way to start off things. She then added, "I guess we can dance since on their birthday, someone left Valkyrie without telling me." Heh, everyone seemed to know about Amanda and Jason's 'escape'.

Natalie hadn't really moved from the spot that she had went to when she had gotten to Les Deux. She was still outside but just looking up at the stars. Wow, they were a nice sight. She wasn't obsessed with planets, stars, or space but it was nice looking at the sky every now and then. Especially when you're living in Valkyrie. With all the drama in this place, it's hard to relax and difficult to 'stop and smell the roses'. So this was just one of those moments for Natalie when she could just stop and look at the stars because she already knew what roses smelled like. Plus, Mark had to get here eventually...That is, unless he was just playing some sick joke on her and stood her up, but Natalie didn't think he was the kind of guy. All of a sudden, Natalie heard a sound from her phone so she took it out of her pocket.. "Oh my gosh, ew." Natalie said, closing her phone immediately. It was pretty much porn and Natalie wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't even bother to see who that girl was, but she had a feeling that she would figure it out soon. That's just how things happened in Valkyrie. Secrets and privacy don't really exist. While Natalie was away from most of the noise, Brianna and Samantha weren't.

The two were still sitting down, but Samantha was finally starting to calm down. After taking some deep breaths and having Brianna comfort her, Samantha felt a little better. Just a little bit. She didn't want to let too many people see her like this. Maybe at home where there was no one around but family, but not at a party like this. This was Bailey's party. There was no way she could be from everyone. So, Samantha decided to sit at the same spot until a few hours passed. Then it would be time to go home and she would be free. Good plan? Not exactly. But that was most likely because she felt like her mind wasn't working right. She was thinking about way too many things and this was worse than trying to study for all the unbelievably difficult tests that those cranky and horrible teachers give. Not all the teachers were like that, but it seemed like, at every school there was at least one teacher that wasn't a favorite of all the students. Just as Samantha started feeling better, Jason just had come over and talk to Brianna. They looked so happy, like there was nothing wrong with their relationship. That's definitely not how Jason and Brianna's relationship was, but that's how it looked from Samantha. So happy unlike Samantha right now. She just had to turn her head a little so that she wouldn't have to see them. It was just too hard and the girl was doing anything she could to forget about him.

Brianna, on the other hand, didn't notice what Sam was like when Jason was here. She was just happy that all the drama and problems were behind him. It was kind of hard choosing between her friend and Jason. Sylar was a good friend, not anything more, but Brianna just had to choose Jason. Now, here they were. Nothing too bad had happened since that day at the pool. At least Brianna hoped nothing good had happened. She could have gotten drunk and done something, but she doubted anything really happening. "I'll consider dancing with you. You have to give me a good reason why, because you know I have high expectations, hun." Brianna was just kidding and Jason would probably be able to know that. "I hope you haven't been looking as good as you do now. I might have to kick some ass." Once again, Brianna wasn't serious. It's not like the girl would actually 'kick someone's ass'. Samantha wasn't looking at Brianna and Jason, but she heard pretty much everything. Brianna had heard what he had said to Haley, but simply ignored it. Yes, she had already seen what the girl had done. Samantha, however, didn't open her phone yet and thought that what she heard Jason said was stupid, but she didn't want to interrupt Brianna and Jason. Plus, she wouldn't have the nerve to say what she thought about him.

[sebastian]

Sebastian Parker

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"Theres my beautiful Bailey." Seb wrapped his arms around his cousins middle and lifted her off the ground, he had just arrived 'solo' or 'stag' whatever you want call it, cause Freddy was being a pussy and decided not to come tonight, but there was no way he was missing this first of Bailey was practically the little sister he had always wanted, and since he hardly ever saw his own immediate family Bailey and Adrian had basically taken the spots as his 'siblings' she was surrounded by a group of her friends, he recognized Anne straight away she was one gorgeous girl, pity she had terrible taste in men. He also recognized another girl a tall, tanned girl Kiran Slade, except she had aged a few years but was more stunning then ever but what did you expect from a super-model. "Kiran, you look as beautiful as ever - but you already knew that." He said with a smile and wink, before turning his attention back to Bailey, who didn't seem to interested in his arrival. Instead she wriggled out of his hug and had turned her attention to Kiran, so with a shrug Sebastian left his cousin to go get himself a drink and a fuck. All class.

Leaning against the counter of the bar, Seb was surrounded by a group of muscular teens who where all ranting on about 'the sex tape' Sebastian held back his urge to laugh, just before he had arrived he had received an update from that 'gossip blog' that stalked the elite Academy students, and what he saw didn't surprise him in the slightest, Freddy Trueloves sex tape with Haley Summers, although Freddy had blurred out his face in Sebastian's opinion if he was going to bare all in a sex tape you may as well have bragging rights and show your face. Where was the fun in it if you didn't? Sliding across the bar so he stood next to blond that was surrounded by what look like the whole water polo team, Sebastian quirked a brow at her and gave her a nod "Coco, all alone I see? Besides the entourage of male worshipers of course."

Sebastian and Coco weren't friends merely acquaintances. He had met her once only, when he had gone to the Truelove's to catch up with Freddy she had been sitting cross legged on his bed, dressed in only underwear a cigarette hanging from her delicate mouth, fucking hot! "Give me a scotch on the rocks, and three shots of tequila - one for me and two for the lady, she deserves them." he threw a fifty at the bartender and turned back to Coco a smile playing on his lips "Now do tell me." he leaned in a whispered in her ear "Was it your idea for Freddy to post this tape?" He grabbed his drink from the bartender, downing his shot and following it up with a sip of scotch. He gestured at the two shots sitting in front of her at the bar and gave her a smile, spotting another familiar blonde wandering around alone, craning his neck to look over the water polo fags he gave Julie a wave and looked down at Coco "Now, while I'd love to stay and chat with you...maybe even slip outside for a quickie I have someone to see." Slipping past Coco's worshipers he grabbed Julies arm just as she passed him "Jules, I didn't think you would come." he gave her a grin and pulled her in for a hug before pointing outside towards the courtyard "Let's go outside, sit and talk." Sit and talk, normally words he wouldn't say to a female, but with Julie things where different she was a rarity in the world of Sebastian, someone he actually respected and wouldn't attempt to sleep with her, although he wouldn't mind doing so.

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The Birthday Girl

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“Ohmigosh! Finally eighteen. Happy fucking birthday, Bailes.”

She was busy giggling with Anne when she heard the Australian accented voice of Kiran Slade, nudging Anne her eyes widened and she mouthed the words 'what the hell?' and looking back to Kiran and Shay "Kiran, Shay you both look fucking hot, it's so great you came" well the first part was true at least, Shay she had wanted to come but Kiran not so much. Their first words at Valkyrie had been spoke via note passing and really wasn't pretty, sly below the belt comments had be passed by both, and Bailey knew just like Jade that Kiran had an agenda when it came Bailey. Kiran has always had some weird superiority complex when it came to Bailey, and now with this whole prancing up to her act and being all fake chummy Bailey couldn't help but ultimately cringe inside clutching onto one of her new hotter best friends arm. Feeling Anne squeeze her hand she looked up to see Haley Summers entering the club, a nervous look on her face. Forgetting all about her Kiran dilemma Bailey raised her brows and watched 'Fallen girl' become a spectacle of social disgrace "She actually showed her face? How noble of the whore." Bailey giggled as Anne pranced up to Haley, oh this was going to be brilliant.

She watched Shay pull herself away from Kiran as Kiran walked over to them, grabbing her arm Bailey pointed in the direction of Anne and Haley a devilish grin on her face and she downed the rest of her drink "This is going to be interesting, uh how tragic does she look." Bailey watched Anne rant to Haley and burst out laughing knowing Anne wouldn't hold back on the girl, normally Bailey probably wouldn't laugh in this situation instead she would feel sorry for Haley, but right now she was drunk and needed to get drunker. Watching Anne turn around and wink at them, Bailey let out a giggle but bit her lip as Jordin came over to wish her a happy birthday, well Jordin was Haley's and Bailey was pretty sure the two would of arrived together grinning and Jordin and trying to suppress her giggles Bailey gave her a small hug and winked at Adrian when Jordin spoke to him. Looking at Kiran she signaled to the bar "Let's go get some sucker guy too buy us drinks, I'm totally not drunk enough yet."[/FONT][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Logan Bishop]

the connelly boys ,

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“Shawty had them apple bottom jeans, boots with the furrrr,”

It was amazing that Parker’s voice could still be heard over the loud music. The SUV’s stereo system had recently been upgraded, and the Connelly cousins were taking full advantage of it. Parker had never been much of a singer/rapper, but that never stopped him from bursting out in song. Especially when a good beat came on. He was riding shotgun in his parent’s brand new Escalade. He was still surprised that they had allowed them to take it out, seeing as how new the car was, and where they were going, but his parent’s seemed to trust him a lot more these days. Scratch that, they hardly trusted Parker at all, but seeing as Logan was behind the wheel, and they trusted him way more then they ever had Parker, they gave them permission to arrive in style.

Seeing the nature of the event they were headed towards, driving was probably not a good idea, but for the last seven months Logan had cut all alcohol and drugs out of his diet. His parent’s were killed by a drunk driver, and even though for a couple months after their death, he continued to get plastered every weekend (and some week nights), he finally made the decision to become ‘straight edge’. It wasn’t all that hard really, knowing that he was doing everything in his power to guarantee his safety and prevent himself from doing the same thing some bastard did to him. Logan was fully aware that it wasn’t going to make everything better, but it still gave him some hope and also allowed his aunt and uncle to trust him with their gorgeous car.

With one hand on the steering wheel, and the other going to adjust the volume, Logan joined in, and smile coming over his face as he attempted to keep in tune. ”Shawty got low low low low low low low low.”[/b][/color] They were on their way to L.A, to the nightclub Les Deux to help celebrate Bailey Mitchell’s party. Logan knew her from afar, mainly because she was apart of the trio, or whatever they had become, and well, who in Valkyrie didn’t know the trio girls? Parker was best friends with Bailey’s brother, and well, Logan knew him too, so they weren’t all that worried about showing up. Plus Parker was friends with a good half (at least) of Valkyrie’s elite. Just as fast as Logan had gone to turn the volume up, he reached quickly to turn it down. ”Fuck, what was that exit number again?”[/color] He looked quickly over his shoulder before switching lanes, not bringing his foot off the gas at all. Logan knew they had yet to pass the exit, but he couldn’t seem to remember which one it was exactly. He was a nervous driver only when he was going to somewhere he had never been before. And when Parker was the one he was relying on as co-pilot.

”Uh…”[/color] Parker leaned forward in his seat, squinting at the signs on the road. ”I think it’s the next one… yah! this one!”[/color] he shouted, as if raising his voice would get Logan to clue in faster and make the right turn. Slightly unprepared, the older Connelly made a sloppy transition to exit off the highway, and calmed down a little bit after they were off. It was easy from here. Leaning back in his seat, Parker lowered his window slightly and tapped his fingers to the beat of the song. ”Soo.. you meeting Nina tonight?”[/color] He wasn’t stupid, he knew that Logan and Nina had been hanging out quite a bit ever since he had introduced them in the Happy Falcon that day, and that Logan had a little bit of a crush on her. Parker raised his eyebrows, rolling his head over to look at his cousin, who was trying hard to concentrate on the road.

Logan simply shrugged, they had both mentioned they would be attending the party, and said they should meet up and while Logan hoped that’s what would happen, he really had no idea how things would work out. ”Probably. I don’t know.”[/color] For some reason he always got shy around the topic of Nina. Maybe because she was his first serious crush after moving to Valkyrie. Even though he had lived there for over a year now, his romantic conquests were very limited. He was apprehensive about a lot of things these days, girls being one of them. ”You’re such a bad liar. You’re totally planning to tap that tonight.”[/color] Logan simply laughed, making his way through the LA streets as the club came into view. He wouldn’t lie, sex was on his mind, but he respected her way too much to just jump to conclusions and make suggestions like that. Especially so soon. He had yet to figure out how Nina saw him, and until then he was going to remain as neutral as possible. ”Nahh.”[/color] Pulling into Les Deux, he found a parking spot and parker the car. ”It’s not like that.”[/color]

Getting out of the SUV and making their way to the entrance, the two boys spoke mainly about the girls in their life. Logan teasing Parker about his current situation with Julia. He knew the minor details about his arrangement, and felt bad for the girl, but he could see that Parker wasn’t so much looking it as a business deal anymore and starting to enjoy the girl’s company. Entering the party, which had so obviously already begun, they looked forward to what it had in store for them.

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[Miles Giovanni]

Charlie Wood Mark Wood Miles Giovanni
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"How strange is this huh?" Charlie said standing in the doorway of Mark's room, watching her brother as he straightened his shirt collar in the mirror. He buttoned up his last button before turning around and crossing arms, "Oh you know... Mark Wood going to a blow out party in LA for one of the Quad girls" Mark shrugged, "Last time I checked I was invited." Charlie laughed and stepped into the room, leaning against the wall, "Ha no, Natalie was invited, you're her plus one." "I'm no one's plus one" Mark replied with a smirk. He jogged over to his bed and pushed on his shoes, he never untied or retied. Too much of a time waister. He grabbed his jacket and looked at his sister who was staring at him with suspicion which was strange. It was always weird to see a small blonde girl stare accusingly at her, especially one in a small black dress and high heels. "What?"

Charlie shrugged, "What's with you?" She asked looking him in the eyes. "What do you mean?" Charlie rolled her eyes, "Mark, Natalie Malinda? WHat about jessica? You know, the girl with your offspring growing inside her?" She sighed slightly, "You guys were so happy and then all of a sudden, when you two nee-" "Stop" Mark said shaking his head, "Don't even start Charlie, you especially have no right to lecture me." Charlie glared at him, "I don't sleep around anymore Mark, I'm in a real relationship, why don't you get that?" "Oh bull," Mark snapped back, "You started this thing with McPherson lying to him and you still are. As bitchy as me and Jess were at least we were honest with eachother." "I haven't lied sin-" "Oh no? So he knows that you were pregnant a year ago-" "stop" "and happy about it-" "shut up mark" "and then Rick tied you up and beat you until it died? He knows this all."

Charlie looked up from the floor, a sore in the back of her throat, and shook her head, "No, no he doesn't. But that's my past and it isn't relevant to us, you know what is? A current pregnancy in your current girlfriend that I highly doubt the ever so too young for you Natalie knows about." Mark nodded and dropped his eyes, putting his hands on his hips, no Natalie didn't know. And he wasn't sure she should. After all, Jess was being a bitch and taking care of it. She wanted to do it on her own. He had met Natalie and she was this gorgeous girl who for some strange reason did not get fed up at his short and annoying answers in the library. She also laughed a few times at his comments many found unnecessarily rude and was able to say something quirky to make him laugh and seeing the mood he had been in when they met, that was quite a feet. So yeah, Mark had asked if she wanted to get coffee and she asked if he wanted to meet up at this party. It really was the only reason he was going. But charlie had a point. He smiled slightly, faking a bit of amusement. "You know, you're getting good at this bitch thing." Charlie kept her eyes rather cold and tossed him back his car keys, "I learned from the best." She retorted in a cold tone before walking out of the room, yelling back, "Miles is giving us a ride, no need to arrive in that cruddy red truck of yours."

Mark just looked out the door, starring at where his siter had just been standing, "My truck's not cruddy..." He said as if that was the comment that hurt him at his core. God damn it, he did not want to ride with Miles. Something about that smiley funny man really bothered him. But Charlie liked him. She actually had dated him... exclusively. He kept her loyal for a whole month before she did drugs and had a gangbang with three strangers. Mark had known how Charlie felt, he just wasn't sure he believed she did it, then again, it did seem like a move the old charlie would pull. But whatever. Mark did have to admit Miles was very smart. Straight A student like Mark and without much effort.

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Miles on the other hand had nothing but the utmost respect for Mr. Wood. He tended to respect people with an intuition into his more... raw nature. Miles was at the Giovanni estate which had been the source of a huge party about a month ago, with in Valkyrie time was almost a lifetime. In places like Valkyrie, lives changed in a matter of seconds. Miles smirked slightly at himself as he looked himself in the mirror. He was casual but since it was a party for Miss Bailey he made sure that he had a small flare of class to the outfit. He heard the doorbell ring, must be the driver. He had rented a car for the night, not a stretch limo since he only needed to fit himself, Mark and his delicious sister charlie. Charlie happened to be his ex whom he was able to dump after he hired some guys to slip her a ruffee and gang bang her. Of course, part way through it, Miles had burst in and "saved her" but he dumped her for her horrific 'drug usage.' She was gorgeous though. And she was pretending to be classy and intelligent lately. It made him laugh along with half the school. He knew she was still the same little whore she had always been.

Miles jogged down stair and made his way out the front door. Tonight should be a good night. He especially was in a good mood because a certain cousin of his had fucked up royally and now Miles got watch as Paolo pathetically pined after his ex girlfriend Samantha Malinda. Guess Perfect Paolo was just as screwed up as the rest of the world . Miles smiled and shook the driver's hand as he neared the handsome limo, "How's it going Man?" He said with a friendly smile. Miles reframed from rolling his eyes at the pathetic man's response of "very well sir and yourself?" His career in life was driving his superiors around, how could his pathetic being be very well. But Miles just shrugged, "Not bad not bad. Going to a party in LA, a friend of mine is turning 18." "That's wonderful sir." The driver replied opening the door up for miles to step in. The driver made his way around, sitting in the front of the car he asked where to? "A club I'm sure you've heard of; Les Deux. But first we must stop at 1836 S. Hitten Street. Pickin' up a few friends."

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"A Limo? Seriously Miles?" exclaimed a happy Charlie as Miles stood on the Wood's porch and gestured to the limo. Miles nodded and smiled slightly as Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a hug. She pulled away and made her way over to the limo as Mark stepped out and locked the house up, as if they would have anything worth stealing Miles remarked in his own mind. Mark glanced at the limo but instead of a thank you merely nodded, "I still prefer my truck." He said blankly as he made his way into the limo, Miles giving mark a small glare behind his back, Mark should be more careful around him, he returned the goofy smile to his face as he entered the limo behind them. The ride wasn't a very long one and was spent by Charlie and Miles chatting quite happily as Mark stared out the window and thought about the reason he was coming. Telling himself it would be worth it. Miles' let his eyes roam Charlie when her attention was elsewhere. There really was something wrong with him. He didn't want Charlie, she was used, dirty. She was pathetic slut who used her flexible body and perfect breasts to get male attention she felt she needed. Miles would never be with someone so classless, but now that she was another man's property he just wanted to prove he still had control of her.

About halfway through the ride he got a little beep of his phone. He took it out and checked. Ahh Scandal Star what have we tonight? Oh my- Miles had to remind himself not to grin. Well done miss summers. Haley was another ex of his which had actually broken up with him. He had of course said friends was fine and that's what they "were" to this day but he had something planned to screw her over, but sweet redemption got to it first. Well done mr. truelove. well done. Yeah he could tell who it was. And he doubted Mr. Truelove really cared one way or another and had just blacked out the face for protocol. He pocketed the phone. Of course when he sees her he'll offer his condolences but for now he would just revel in the horror she must be feeling at this very moment. God must love him.

Soon they were pulling up in front of the club. Miles offered Charlie a hand to help her out of the limo which she accepted before running inside to look around for or wait for her British scum boyfriend. Miles rolled his eyes and waited for Mark to step out before he tipped the driver and told him he would call when a ride was needed. The driver nodded before driving off and out of the crowded parking lot. Miles had tipped him generously, he had probably gone to get a booty call or something, dirty disgusting pathetic old man. Miles grimaced and wiped his hand off after touching the drivers hand but the kind smile reappeared on his face as he entered the club. He looked around and nodded at Bailey, sexiest little Australian to hit the west coast. His eyes continued to gaze around the room till his eyes settled on a blonde. Miss Turner he believed, he had never really spoken to her which was a shame. Tomboy or not she was still stunning and tomboys were always more fun. They tended to be stubborn and harder to control, like the best horses were. He looked at her for a moment before he glanced around the room once more, seeing a very sad looking Samantha sitting on a couch in the lounging area. He'll talk to the Turner girl in a bit, first he had a friend in need. He made his way across the room with a very sincere look of concern on his face, "Sam!" He called out sitting down next to her and hugging her, "I just heard. I'm so sorry." He let go and looked her in the eye, "Is there anything I can do? you want a drink? A new skirt? Some brightly colored pencils? Anything?"

Mark stepped into the club and watched as Miles went to go talk to Sam, god he wished that boy would stay away from her. He just hated him for no reason. Although, say you hated Miles in this group and he would probably be stoned to death. He looked around the room feeling the most out of place he had ever felt but then couldn't help but smile as he saw the gorgeous Natalie malinda, standing outside and starring up at the stars. Girl after his own heart, what he had of one at least. He made his way over to her, glad it was farther away from the main crowd. He smiled at her as he came up aside her and matched her gaze to the sky, "So am I really only a plus one?" he asked, a bit of sarcasm in his tone as per usual.

[Anne Lévesque]

coco anne jason

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saturday janurary 27th 2007 - a crazy night

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Peter Fischer, so what did attract Coco Lehoux to him? There was nothing in particular, except her had the power to make her do a real laugh. Sure, men heard her laugh all the time, but once the real laugh came on, she knew they were a bit out of the ordinary. She also supposed Marilyn Monroe knew everything. Laughing was essential to a woman's heart, and despite that Coco found herself incredibly vulnerable when laughing, she enjoyed it close to sex. However, laughing was more of her secret sex, chuckling in her mouth of throat, never letting the man know they are closer to upper hand. Coco like the upper hand ni a sexual relationship, but you also must note that she could never deny the pair of handcuffs to follow.

So, while Peter had gotten her a drink, she was about to turn back to the dumb crowd of gorgeous mermen when a man appeared. And as she stood near the bar, Peter still in view, none other than Sebastian Parker, Bailey's amazingly delicious cousin slid into the stool. Coco, all alone I see? Besides the entourage of male worshipers of course." She raised her eyebrows and leaned close to him, her smell close to kissing his own skin. "Then you might of noticed, gorgeous, that I am never alone." She smirked, leaning against the bar and giving him a smirk on the side of her lips. How did she know him? He was barely an acquaintance, but they did meet once at Freddy's. It was after her and Truelove's rendezvous. Sebastian had come over, she was still on Freddy's bed, purring for more with a cigarette dangling from her lips. Some men found this putrid, but Coco could tell from Sebastian's eyes that he wanted to be in between those crossed legs.

"Give me a scotch on the rocks, and three shots of tequila - one for me and two for the lady, she deserves them." Damn. So yeah, Coco was definitely not driving home tonight. She smirked with the thrill as she glanced at him. Treating her like a princess, yes Sebastian Parker was looking for a good fuck. However, he wasn't alone on that one. "And here I thought that Bailey was the birthday girl. Two shots and you haven't even seen my birthday suit. How can I ever repay you, darling?" Coco grinned, as the shots appeared. Men and their timing tonight... damn. "Now do tell me." Coco leaned toward him, her face close to his has her long blonde hair slid down onto his arm. The mixed of platinum blonde hair and his tan skin looked neon in the club of Les Deux. He then whispered, which made her ears prickle a bit, "Was it your idea for Freddy to post this tape?" Coco smirked. The question was just as delicious as the shots in front of her. She glanced at them, took a shot and slowly faced him. She slid her fingers gracefully on his highly defined cheekbones and looked as if she were to fully kiss him. What a tease.

"You already know the answer, Sebastian Parker." And with that, she slid her hands off his cheekbones, smirking at him as she focused now on the shots. She took one and quickly opened her throat to let the alcohol in. She took a deep breath before Sebastian spoke again. "Now, while I'd love to stay and chat with you...maybe even slip outside for a quickie I have someone to see." Coco didn't even hear it, as Sebastian left the bar stool, Coco finished up her second shot. Now who was she waiting for? Oh yes, Peter Fischer. The night was simply better and better, which she reminded herself as she wiped her lips a little, fluffed her hair and waited for that drink and.. dance.. with Peter. Meanwhile, Jason sat with Brianna, arm around her while she had answered his question in a pretty feisty tone. Full of jokes, he was sure.

"I'll consider dancing with you. You have to give me a good reason why, because you know I have high expectations, hun." Jason smirked, as he raised his eyebrow. He was about to counter that she indeed did befriend Xavier Street, or whatever she saw in him, but then he remembered that that douche bag used to be his friend too. A long time ago. "I hope you haven't been looking as good as you do now. I might have to kick some ass." He then smirked. "And vice versa, babe." Jason said, putting his hand on her thigh and rubbing it back and forth, the bottom of her dress getting higher and higher. Suddenly, Miles Giovanni stepped in. Jason gave him a nod, and saw that Miles wanted to speak with Samantha. "Come on babe. Let's leave these cool cats alone while I take you for a ride." Jason said, standing up and pulling Brianna's hand on up with him.
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i just got an idea!
what if jason & coco got a dui
maybe someone can hitch a ride with them too
lainey, this would lead to jason's investigation
like the police finding out about his almost rape
& then the plot with daphne.. and whomever
wants to be in the car, lemme know!

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[juliepiner]

bailey's bash at les deux
do you ever wonder why
this music gets you high?
it takes you on a ride
you feel it when your body starts to r o c k
the look

Julie hardly even knew the birthday girl, Bailey Mitchell. In fact she didn't know the girl at all, and she doubted Bailey even knew her name. She felt a little bad for attending a party of somebody of whom she didn't know, but she figured there were tons of other people who probably didn't know her either. And hey, just because Julie didn't party like everyone else, didn't mean she wanted to miss out on a party that was bound to be the talk of the town for at least a few weeks. There'd be dancing, fighting, seeing old friends, making new ones, hookups, drama, everything. Julie certainly didn't want to miss any of that. As she floated through the crowd she watched a few people who already seemed to be engaging in the action of the night. People were already grinding up on each other, making out in the corner, the typical extreme teenage party stuff. It was great, and those two things were two typical teenage things Julie actually liked. I mean, she didn't really make out with people she wasn't dating, but it didn't mean she didn't like to do it. And grinding, hard... that was almost as dirty as this girl would get with a guy she didn't know at all. The young straightedge loved to dance, whether people chose to believe it or not.

Just before the young girl had almost reached the bar a few steps away, her attention was caught by a young man grabbing her arm. She whirled around and a smile immediately came to her face as she realized who it was. It was Sebastian, a good friend of hers. And of course the guy who drove her crazy and she couldn’t get enough of, at least… well, eye candy wise. Of course he was a great friend to her, always looking out for her and being there for her when she needed him. That only made her crazier about him. But she still didn’t think she had a crush on him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t really “crush worthy”… it was more like, she couldn’t see them dating. Julie had to admit she’d thought about it, but every time she did, her thoughts didn’t exactly go too far. “Hey!” She greeted her friend as she gave him a warm, tight hug.

She released from the hug as he spoke. “Jules, I didn’t think you would come.” The girl smiled, “Yeah well, I wouldn’t wanna miss out in a great party.” The girl said with a small shrug. Grinning, she spoke again, “Besides I knew you were going to be here and I wanted to see you.” She added with a sweet tone in her voice as she captured his stunning hazel orbs with her green ones. That was one thing she loved, Sebastian wasn’t that much taller than her, only two inches to be exact, so it was much easier to hold eye contact and stare into those gorgeous eyes of his. "Let's go outside, sit and talk." He spoke as he pointed towards the courtyard. Julie raised her eyebrows but shrugged and gave a simple answer. “Alright.” She said with a small smile as she walked with him out towards the courtyard. She half expected him to ask her to dance or just chat with her like normal, not invite her to sit outside with him, away from the crowd. That was a bit odd, especially coming from him. But it was a nice surprise, and Julie agreed. As they exited the club she turned to look at him and smiled, “You look good tonight.” She complimented him honestly; he really did look nice, but not that he ever didn’t look good. Just as they reached a small yet fashionable bench outside the club, Julie placed her hands on the back of her thighs as she sat down to keep her dress from sliding up, just the way a natural lady did. She slid her hands back to her knees comfortable and sat back as she turned to look at Seb. “So how’ve you been doing?”

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[Paolo Giovanni]

paolo giovanni
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so let mercy come & wash away
what i've done
i'll face myself to cross out
what i've become, erase myself
& let go of what i've done
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"No one will know."

Paolo nodded as he buttoned up a new t-shirt. He was already in Los Angeles, as he had been in since early afternoon. He was with his brother, Alberto, in a motel room in the downtown district of Los Angeles. Their car was parked three blocks away and they rented the room under an alias name. Paolo and Alberto had committed a crime. They killed the guy that had almost killed Samantha Malinda. Alberto had first approached Paolo at the hospital on the revenge plan. But, after he confessed to Sam on what his family was, Paolo didn't want to be 'that guy'. That guy that he swore Sam he wasn't. So, he told his older brother no. But, that all had change quickly when Paolo ran into Coco. He would admit, he had been drinking and he did something he wasn't proud of. When he told Sam what had happened between Coco and him, she told him to get out and they were over. Over. Just like that. Paolo was guilty, he was. He knew he hurt Sam and their relationship ended far too soon. Too early because of Paolo's misjudgement. He had to get her back. So, he agreed to go find the guy that did this to her. Alberto told him they would go when the one girl was having a party in Los Angeles.

With Sam ignoring his calls, he didn't even say he was going, because if he was, she didn't want her to not go. Alberto and Paolo left early. They asked around and found the guy in a stingy cheap bar. The two brother didn't draw any attention to themselves, so they didn't approach him. When he looked like he was ready to leave, Alberto left first. As the guy left, Paolo went up o pay for their coffees they had. Then, he left and went directly to the alley down the street that Alberto said he would have him. The guy, who they never caught his name, said that shooting him would start a war. As Paolo hated to admit that, the creep could be true. But, before Paolo could say anything, Alberto shot him, point blank, in the head. The car came on cue, and Paolo and Alberto shoved, what was now only a body, in the trunk lined with tarp. Paolo, Alberto, and one of their cousins, Ralph, drove and drove until they got to a abandoned warehouse where they gruesomely had to shove it in a barrel to sink it to the bottom of the Los Angeles River. Alberto and Paolo took one of the cars, and Ralph took the barrel to the river to do the dumping.

"Hey, look. We did this because we don't take shit from anyone." Paolo threw on a coat over his brown button up and nodded again, "I know...I know. that's just the first time-"

[/color] Alberto pulled on his own shirt over his undershirt. "Is the hardest. I should know. But, little brother, this is what we do. So you should get use to shit like this." Paolo shook his head. "I'm not doing this again. This was just for Sam." Alberto laughed at him, as if Paolo made some joke. "You did it once. The next time some guy almsot kills your girlfriend, you'll be asking me if you can pull the trigger." Paolo continued to shake his head, looking hard at his older brother. Sure, maybe Paolo's intent in the beginning was to kill him himself but, at the bar, he chickened out. "You're still wrong, Alberto. I'm not like this." Paolo could tell Alberto was getting agitated by Paolo's stubborness and Alberto corssed his arms across his muscular chest, "Paolo, have you completely forgotten where we come from? Two-faced faggots are always going to try and get even with us. Being as stubborn as you are, the stupid fuckers are going to kill you. We are the most dangerous animals for a reason. You know what? Go to your little party. I'll clean everything up." Paolo didn't even answer, but he left the room and left the motel, walking five blocks in the opposite direction of the other car, to yet another one, the one he was driving to the party.

He knew his way around Los Angeles pretty well, since he did live here for a good chunck of his life. Of course, he didn't know hsi way around the nightlife but ti was fairly easy to locateLes Deux. Pulling up to the front door to where on of the valet boys waited. Paolo got out, and passed the keys to boy. He already saw, so many familiar faces outside, but when he went inside, more people he knew were in there. He saw the birthday girl, Bailey and Anne on the dance floor. He saw some people hovered over their phones and giggling. As he moved deeper in the club he watched as Daphne took another drink off a cocktail waiter's tray and fall back into the couch. If he wasn't dead set on findign Sam, he would probably take the drink away from her. She must be on her second or, knowing Daphne, he third or fourth. He saw Coco too, but avoided contact with her at all and started travelling in another direction.

He stopped when he noticed Sam and Brianna another couch together. She looked so sad. He really did mess things up. When Brianna went to talk with Jason, Paolo thought it would be a good opportunity for them to talk. As Paolo started to advance, he was beat by his own cousin, Miles. He fell back into the shadows of people. He knew Miles and Sam were friends, and Paolo had told Miles about the break-up. Paolo decided to wait. He had an entire night to talk with Sam.
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[everett]

tito,,

jason,,

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It’s on, it’s on, it’s on and I’m home
get the patrone on and tell them that it's on [/center][/size][/i]

Jason shook Adrian’s hand as he smiled when he heard that Adrian was a senior but didn’t take him. He figured as much, considering the kid looked like he was the type to skip class – someone that Tito would hang around with. Hell, he was someone that Tito hung around with, he had even heard of the way Adrian saved Tito’s dumbass from drowning one day. To this day, Jason still couldn’t figure out why Tito hadn’t taken swimming lessons seeing as he couldn’t swim, but hey, it wasn’t like he was about to jump into the ocean or something any time soon. Shit, Jason hoped that Tito wouldn’t do it – it did seem like something he would do. Either way, he nodded when Adrian excused himself, and then turned around and looked at him. His phone vibrated, and he took out the phone and looked at it. He had a message, but from some unknown number. He was dumbfounded, who would this be? Opening the message, he squinted to look at the picture. It was some girl, and some internet link that he couldn’t open because he didn’t have internet, simply. Screw it, Jason figured as he closed the phone, not bothering to read the text then turned around and faced the crowd, looking at all the various people and things.

Tito, on the other hand, was dancing with Anne now that she was drunk, and it lasted for a good two minutes before Bailey Mitchell came out of nowhere and shoved him away.“Hey Bit-… Tito trailed off when he saw who it was and then bit his lip and turned around and began to dance, hopefully Bailey wouldn’t recognize him – he wasn’t invited after all. Just then, he heard her voice over the music. He turned around, a slick smile on his face. “Oh yeah, Adrian invited me. He said this party wouldn’t happen without me.” Tito lied as he turned around once again and began to dance after Bailey told him to go and keep grinding on some hoes. For such a popular girl, he wondered how she was so…nice. Eh, whatever, he wasn’t tapping it. Just then, he heard Adrian’s voice. “Yeah man, Bailey invited me. She totally said I had to come or this party wasn’t happening without me, that’s all” Tito lied once again, hoping that no one would think he crashed the party, as he always did. I mean, no one wanted a crack head at their party.

His thoughts returned to watch Anne had said before they started to dance. Haley Summers was in a porno? Who was Haley Summers? He had heard the name once or twice, but other than that, it didn’t ring a bell. And somehow, Anne had the porno on her phone. Honestly, what had Valkyrie come to these days? Girls having pornos on their phones and whatnot, it was crazy. I mean, Tito should have been the phone having the porno, not her! Oh well, it seemed she had received it in a text message, and he double-checked his phone to make sure he didn’t get it. Oh, he didn’t have any service, so he probably wouldn’t have gotten it. He shoved his phone back into his pocket as he continued to dance along with any female that walked his way, officially getting his freak on. He wondered what Jason was doing, and he was quite sure that the young teacher was probably harassing some student on not turning in home or probably picking up some hot student, so he let his mind return to the dancing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amanda Summitt somewhere, or a glimpse of her, or something related to her, and then noticed her extremely hot cousins, Julia and Manny. Oh dang, those were some hot girls, but then, just then, the hottest girl appeared – Jordin Aimes. And she couldn’t have been standing more than ten feet away from him, talking to Adrian. Oh damn, was tonight going to be the night that Tito broke her heart? Couldn’t they have had an affair of some sort for like, another year? Damn it, he didn’t want it to end so early.

Dammit, he needed to talk to Jason, and fast. He took another look at the small crowd they had formed. Kiran had come out of nowhere, so it was basically Bailey, Jordin, Adrian, Kiran, and Tito in one small crowd, and Tito needed some help before he faced Jordin and then Adrian asked about them or something, or something slipped out of Jordin’s mouth and Tito’s plan would be ruined. God, screw it. He rushed off of the dance floor, and looked around for Jason. There he was, standing not too far away from him, chatting up some chick. Some extremely hot chick that seemed extremely interested. Just as he reached Jason, his phone vibrated. He had a message. Oh yay, this must be the porno! “Jason, look at this!” Tito said, pointing at his phone while Jason looked on. Oh god, what the hell?

“Good god! Is that possible? It’s like some aerobic class or something!” Jason exclaimed, looking at the position the girl was in in the porno!

“I know! It’s like some Excorcist shit! Goddamn, I can’t even move my legs like that.” Tito said.

“What the hell? Turn that crap off, it’s filthy. That girl looks like a student of mine!

“Yeah, it is! Haley Summers I think!

[/b]” Tito said, remembering what Anne had said.

Jason was shocked. Sweet Haley Summers in a porno? And that too while in some drunken frenzy? God, even though she had tried to seduce him once or twice, she was still a nice kid, he knew that, and now this! He had to talk to her, and fast. He patted Tito on the back, gave him his thanks, then turned around and began his search for Haley. Tito called out to him, and asked him what to do with Jordin, and Jason basically said that if he loved her, he would do what was right. Tito took a deep breath. Wasn’t that some good advice? Not.

He went back to the dance floor, and waved towards Jordin, who he was sure had spotted him by now. He walked up to them, and stopped by Kiran, and gave her a small hug. She was his buddy in class, seeing as how he kept her entertained when he was in High school, but they had grown distant in the time since. “Hey Jordin, how’s it going, babe? You look extremely beautiful, I thought I was hallucinating for a minute back there.[/b]”

Meanwhile, Jason had arrived and saw Anne talking to Haley. Maybe it would be better if he wanted a moment before approaching Haley and asking her if everything was alright. Yeah, just a minute. Only a minute.

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[lucy]

lucy truelove
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baby, what you see is what you get
i know you watch me when i'm dancin'
when i party with my friends
i can feel your eyes on my back, baby
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When Daphne had left Lucy, she really didn't want to stay with the he-she she was standing next too, so after she made a few remarks she spotted some guys that were definitely not from Valkyrie. Aka, they were going to be her dates. Yup, plural. She spent about five minutes chatting it up with the group of four boys. When they asked what was going on, she said it was some girl's birthday and that they could go in without a invite. Little lie, yes. How Freddy would be proud. She told the boys that she could get them all in if they went in with her. Of course, not wanting to pass it up they agreed. She linked arms with the more attractive one of the four, whose name was Chester. They all walked in together, and Chester ordered one of the guys to get them all shots.

After they all had a round, Lucy said they should all go dance. That was when her phone started vibrating. She told the guys one minute and she opened it up; it was from Scandal Star. Her jaw dropped and her free hand went to her mouth. "What is it, Lucy?" Chester asked her and she felt him peer over her shoulder and looked on her phone. "Holy shit! Is that someone having sex?" Of course Lucy knew that two people were having sex, and yes she could tell that one was Haley Summers, but the other one, whose face was blacked out. Oh, God. That was Freddy, her brother. Immeadiately, she closed out and tried not to throw up the alcohol she just consumed. Ew, gross. She just saw her brother having sex with some hussy. Nasty. "Ohh, why'd you close it?" "Because I did not just come here to watch to people having sex. Are we going to dance?" They nodded and Lucy led the way to the semi-crowded dance floor.

She was half paying attention to the door, and half making sure some of the groping wasn't getting too touchy-feely. And keeping track of four horny LA guys was a lot to handle. She had already done a clean-sweep of the club when she first entered, and finding Luke was a negative. So, she concluded he hadn't arrived yet. Which, was a good thing because when he did come, he could see her already dancing with four hot guys. The club continued to fast-paced songs which was good, because you can't grind up on one, two guys when a slow song was playing. Fifteen minutes into dancing, she looked over her shoulder and saw Luke, Amanda, and their cousins entering. Even with them being together was impossible right now, she still couldn't help but think how incredible hot he was looking tonight. God, she just wish he would change his mind about the whole dating thing.

She turned around to face Chester, whose hands we areound her waist. She threw her arms around him, elaboratly. Behind her shoulder she could see Luke taking some shots by the bar and for a split second she thought he was looking over here. If he didn't see her that way, he wouldn't of cared that Lucy laid a big one on Chester's lips.Good thing Chester was feeling her too, because it would have been embaressing if he rejected her right there. Lucy kept her hands locked around his neck and leaned up towards his ear, as if to whisper something naughty to any onlookers, but she said, "I'm really thristy. Come get me a drink?" Chester was smiling at her when she leaned back towards his face. "Of course." Lucy smiled too, quickly casting another glance beyond Chester's shoulder to Luke, to see if he was looking.

Lucy grabbed Chester's hand and started leading him off the floor towards the bar area. First, she pretended to not even notice Luke as they were a few feet away from him, and Chester ordered something for them to drink. When the bartended gave them something. Lucy said thanks and loudly said, "Oh my god! Come on!" She walked over to Luke and said, "Hey! Luke! I thought I saw you come in!"[/color] She smiled like her old self and gave him a big hug. And she just continued, "Oh! Chester, this is Luke. My, very best friend. Luke, Chester. My...date."[/color] It felt weird saying it because truth be told, Lucy had never introduced Luke to guys like this. She took a long drink of what Chester got her as Chester smiled towards Like with a nod. "Hey. Good to meet you. Yeah, some friends and I didn't know this was a birthday party, but Lucy here invited us. How could we say no to such a beautiful girl, right?" Lucy let out a 'heh' and took another drink, feeling like Daphne. Maybe Lucy was going to act over the top, but she wanted to get her point across to Luke loud and fucking clear that just because he rejected her, didn't mean she could have anyone else. Even if they were random LA guys. She held onto Chester's lean arm and leaned on it with her head, smiling. "I just wanted to introduce my best friend to such a great guy."
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[becca]

part sorenson, part bartnett.
sorenson house ;; january 27th, 2007
Are you ready, Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
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"Quit your whining, Claire. Seriously. You know you'll love it." Becca Sorenson said from across her small room as she put on a small coating of lipgloss over her lips. For once, she was at home, but this time with one of her new, yet best friends, Claire Bartnett. Tonight was the night of Bailey Mitchell's party, and both Claire and Becca had been invited. At this point, Becca was almost ready, while Claire was still laying on her back on Becca's twin sized bed, in her pajamas from that morning. In a sudden strike, Claire had decided she didn't want to go. Becca had to wonder if this was because the last time Claire went to a party without Elliot, she had ended up cheating on him. Concidering those circumstances, Becca couldn't really blame her, but still, she needed to get back out again; she and Elliot had made up, after all.

"Shut up, you. I'm moping." Came Claire's voice from the bed as she flung an arm dramatically over her eyes. She knew that Becca was right. She should just get off her ass and go to this party - after all, it was Bailey's party - but she was just still afraid of what might happen with that much booze around. Then again, she had no intention of drinking at this party, having been voted Becca's designated driver for the evening, so staying sober was a necessity for the evening. Besides, what more fun was there than dragging Becca's most likely drunk ass out of the house at somewhere around three o'clock in the morning. What a night that will turn out to be. "And besides, we don't even have a present." Her voice was muffled over the sweatshirt that was hanging over her mouth, but Becca laughed anyways and threw a pillow at her.

"We do too. We bought her those bath...Smelly things, remember?" The two knew it was kind of a corny present, but it was all they could afford on both of their meager incomes. Becca reached over Claire's un-moving body and grabbed her friend's hair straightener, plugging it into the wall and turning it on. "Oh...Yeah...That." Claire mumbled as the bed creaked when Becca plunked down next to her. "Well... Either way...Do I reeeeally have to go?" Becca set down the hair straightener on a large book and laughed, standing up again. "Yesss you dooooo." Becca mocked, grabbing Claire's arm and yanking her off the bed. "Now get off your ass and go get changed. I left you a dress in the bathroom." Shoving Claire towards the door and locking her out of the bedroom, Becca set to work on the process of smoothing out the rumples in her hair.

A few minutes later, Claire came back in, having deftly picked the lock with a bobby pin from the bathroom. Instead of her pajamas, she was now wearing a red dress, which was borrowed from Becca. Throwing the faded flannel pants and tee shirt onto the bed, Claire looked at herself in the mirror. "Alright, not bad, I'll admit. But I'm still not going to that party. I mean it." Claire said stubborly, but Becca flung her arms around Claire. Generally, Claire's stubborn-ness with things like this meant that she had given in finally, and would now be attending the party of Bailey Mitchell. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't be sorry, Claire. I swear." Claire could only roll her eyes to that, and pat her friend's arm, then finish getting ready.

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les deux,
los angeles, california

A few hours had passed, and the pair had finally arrived in Los Angeles, California. They had left in just enough time to be able to get to the party fashionably late, so that enough people were already there to call it a party. Getting out of her Jeep, Claire shut the door and stretched a little, smoothing her dress before grabbing her small purse and shutting the door tight. Checking the lock, she walked around and met Becca at the front of the car. Becca straightened her dress and leggings, then met Claire and linked arms with her. "See? This is going to be amazing."

[/b] Becca said as she observed the outside of the club. How they managed to get to a place like this was beyond her. After all, they were both pretty poor, but were also pretty good at acting like they had money. It was a skill acquired over time.

"Yeah...I know." Claire murmured, gazing around the almost full club as they entered. Music was already playing, and some people they knew were already there and having a good time. Knowing Becca would probably rather go catch up with Parker or someone, she let go of her friend's arm and smiled. "Hey, have a good time, ok? I'm gonna walk around for a bit. Find me later, k?" Becca nodded, already swaying to the music that was pulsing. The two seperated, and Claire turned to atch her friend already making her way towards the newly found Parker.

Making her way across the floor, Becca went over and placed her hands over the eyes of none other than Parker Conelly. She had to admit, Parker at this point was one of her closest friends, but part of the reason she had dressed up so much tonight was to try to impress him. Why, whe wasn't really sure. "Alright, empty your pockets and gimme all your money." Becca lowered her voice slightly to make it seem more mysterious, but only kept the guise for a moment before laughing lightly, but keeping her hands over his eyes. Well, it was going to be a long night of fun. Might as well start now.

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[Jordin Ames]

Jordin Ames//Peter Fischer//Haley Summers

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It was ridiculous. Peter tended to be a very flirtatious guy and he tended not to focus his attention on one lady in a night partying. He wasn't what you would call a man-whore but he definitely wasn't an in-experienced man. But he hadn't been so instantly drawn to someone as he was with Coco Lehoux. Just something in that pint size blonde flirt simply captured him. His smirk remained as she turned around and their bodies remained so close together as they had once before in a movie theatre, where as much as they said it was to piss off her ex, they both knew it may have started that way but it ended by them just wanting to be physically close to eachother. Or maybe only he felt that but what he knew was that as his body was close to her's he could feel it over his entire body. "Now, now, now, studmuffin. Don't get too cocky, you might make people suspicious." Peter smirked raising his hand to her jaw line and touching it gently with the back of his fingers, "Last time I checked Pepples, you quite like it when I'm cocky."

"Run along, get me a drink, and we'll consider me grinding against your dick on the dance floor, while I marvel at your spectacular timing. Three, two, one - go." A small smile played on his lips as he mentally made sure his knees didn't tremble. She drove him mad. He growled softly far back in his throat as if to say tasty before he stepped back from her with a small nod, "Be right back." He replied giving her a small wink before making his way back through the crowd. Peter made his way over to open bar spotting Haley looking... well anything but happy. He watched as Anne walked over to her and starting talking. He really had only met Anne online, she had seemed cool enough but he also knew Laura, Haley and Coco all didn't like her. Although, Jordin raved about the girl, jordin seemed to rave about every popular girl though so should that really be a valid opinion? What he knew was it was not his fight and though he didn't like that Haley felt like crap, she needed to get through it on her own. He made his way back through the crowd with two white russians in his hand, one of his favorite party drinks because it was very alcoholic but had the appearance of a classy beverage. Plus it tasted great.

As he walked over he spotted Coco chatting up with some guy who was definitely older than her... not that peter wasn't but he wasn't that much older. Plus he doubted Coco really cared about age difference and although he knew he in no way had the right to be a bit jealous, he definitely was seeing her flirtatious replies to him. He made his way over, one guy was nothing to sweat about but by the time Peter got there the other guy had walked away. Peter handed her the white russian, hoping she was into them, it would suck majorly if he had picked the one drink she couldn't stand. He glanced around for a moment, spotting Jordin talking to some guy, they must really be into eachother if he could see the sparks from across the room but he couldn't think about it right now, his mind was really only on the blonde in front of him. "Now, where were we?" He asked as he came up next to Coco.

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Jordin's smile tended to enlarge when around Adrian. People had known she liked him before she had even because when she was around him she glowed. She had more confidence. She felt like she could fly. She just needed to get over it, she knew that besides, even if he had meant what he said almost a month ago, would they be able to handle it if they lost it? "Of course, I'm the sweetest brother going around." Jordin grinned and nodded, "Try sweetest person around and I think you've got it nailed." She said with a small smile before she glanced around the room. She ginned as she saw Tito's like half-dance before Anne spotted Haley and stomped over to her. Oh god. Jordin had been lucky enough to stay on Anne's relatively good side... mainly because she did what Anne asked at the drop of a hat and this wrath that was about to unleashed was part of the reason why Jordin did try to stay off Anne's radar. She watched as Anne made her way over and Haley took in Anne's words. Jordin looked worried but what was she going to do? Walk over and tell Anne to shove it? Even in this state Haley was better equipped to do that.

"A lot of hostility between those two or something?" Jordin tore her eyes away from Haley and Anne and looked at Adrian and nodded, "Yeah it could be put like that, it's worse tonight because Haley and Anne had an argument about S.S. and now with the video of Haley, I don't know... struck the wrong cord I guess. It'll be fine. I drove here with Haley, she can handle herself." She didn't want Adrian to worry about it. Jordin was worried for her friend but she knew she couldn't be much of a help. Haley had always been the one defending Jordin. Jordin wouldn't know what to say. She smiled and shrugged, "But you're baby sister's your age now... happy times." She added with a small nod, hoping he didn't think she was going to be hung up on it. If Haley needed her, she'd be there but if not Jordin was going to enjoy her time. She grinned as she heard a familiar voice come up to them.

“Hey Jordin, how’s it going, babe? You look extremely beautiful, I thought I was hallucinating for a minute back there.” Jordin blushed rather fiercely and giggled slight before glancing up at the tall Tito who had showed up at her side. "Thanks Tito. And I hope you're not hallucinating, wouldn't want you to be disappointed when you finally saw reality." She added, god tito was cute. A bit off but in a lovable sort of way. PLus hanging out with him the past two weeks had been great, even when he dragged her on stage to sing. She didn't like to admit it but as terrified as she was up there, she had had fun. And it made her happy he thought she could get up there. She glanced once more over at Haley checking on her before turning her attention back towards Adrian and Tito.

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Breathing, breathing.... and it stopped again as she held her breath. She had to keep breathing deeply or she was literally going to throw up. Thank god her prude half-sister didn't watch S.S. Although Haley was fairly certain Rosalyn would find out. She would find out and she would lecture or worse, be embarrassed to be related to Haley and so far Haley had gotten the pleasure of being the upperhand. At least if it was SS it wasn't super likely for her mother to find out. Even though Haley was not aware that the vid had been emailed around Valkyrie as well. Nor was anyone aware that within a week the media would have it's hands on it. Great she would be a disgusting joke for old lonely men to masturbate to while fantasizing about being wealthy. Haley groaned a bit in disgust and opened her eyes again trying to stabilize herself so she didn't throw up. But when she opened her eyes she saw something that really made her want to throw up - Anne Levesque walking over.

"Fallen girl is falling farther and farther! Haha - I don't remember Snow White sleeping with the dwarfs and actually showing her insides. You are talented, skank. I bet you reallllyy understand what I mean about SS now, righhht loser? God YOU are SOOOO pathetic!"

Haley watched as Anne laughed and gave her high and mightly speech. did't remember Snow White sleeping with the dwarfs? She obviously didn't know much about male fantasy stories. But Haley would be full of shit if everything Anne said hadn't stung like a bitch because it was exactly what Haley's mind kept saying over and over. She knew she was pathetic and what killed her the most was that Anne was right. She did understand, then again she doubted a picture of Anne and Zack hanging out was anywhere near the same level of a sex tape. But one thing was sure, Haley could not deal with Anne right now unless Anne wanted her shoes to be covered in stomach acid and Haley's lunch and a bit of champagne. Actually that might be fun, to see Anne scream and jump back in disgust. But seeing as Haley didn't need any extra embarrassment at the moment...

Haley bit down the urge to slap Anne across the face as she could feel the eyes on them. She did not look Anne in the eyes yet, she stared at the feeling, hating her tear glands for making her eyes glisten because she wasn't nearly as hurt as she was pissed. She forced a small half-laugh and shook her head before Haley stood straight and looked Anne in the eyes, "If that's really the best you got Anne, you might as well shove it up your ass." She replied before turning and walking away, making sure to walk away and not run like she wanted to. She made her way through the crowds ignoring it when some random guy smacked her ass, only throwing him a glare. The urge to purge growing stronger and the feeling of being locked in a small space closing in on her. She finally made it outside to an area not many people were straggling. She sat down on the steps and finally felt like she could breath a bit.

[Nina Suresh]

nina suresh
you are fine, you are sweet
but i'm still a bit naive with my heart
when you're close i don't breathe
i can't find the words to speak
i feel sparks
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Parties generally aren't for everyone. There are always people who don't really party much and can still manage to keep their social status high enough to satisfy themselves. Speaking of this type of people, Nina was one of them. She was never much of a party animal and generally stayed out out of that sort of scene. Having a dad for a doctor obviously helped a little bit here of course. Dr Suresh was always talking about the teenagers that came into the hospital with alcohol poisoning and at least once a week Nina got a warning from her dad about partying too hard and drinking. But she wasn't stupid. Nina wasn't a drinker anyway so her dad had nothing to worry about.

Alright so what on earth was Nina standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom touching up her makeup for Bailey's big bash? Well after passing notes with Anne in one of the most boring science lectures ever, she had decided she had to go. Nina had barely talked to Anne and the rest of the trio girls for ages now and it seemed like forever since their friendship had faded. So naturally she had to go. Nina sighed and put her lipstick into her handbag, smacking her lips quickly as she did so. Then, with one last glance into the mirror she left the room. "DAD? Lets go!" she yelled, trotting down the staircase hurriedly. She had been a little worried about how she was going to get to the party, not wanting to drive in case she ended up drinking. But luckily enough, Frank Suresh had an important meeting somewhere near Las Angeles and was happy to drop Nina off at Les Duex along the way.

A moment later, Nina turned to see her dad who's eyes immediately widened when he saw Nina. "You're not going out like that are you?" he asked incredulously. Nina rolled her eyes and huffed. "Yes I am actually. Come on lets go!" she whined, opening the front door and stepping out with an impatient look at her dad. He was still staring at her in shock and Nina began to worry. "Is there a hole or something?" she asked worriedly but Dr Suresh just shook his head. Apparently he just couldn't believe she wasn't wearing her usual cutesy dresses or jeans etc. Tonight her outfit was much more sophisticated. She glared at her dad as though daring him to make her change and he seemed to understand so with a sigh, he followed her out into the car.

The drive to Le Deux was a long and unsually quiet one. Usually Nina was very chatty in car rides but tonight her mind was too busy thinking to worry about talking. Her dad didn't seem to mind though. He was currently listening to some old cheesy radio station, tapping his fingers on the wheel quietly as he drove. Nina however, was too busy thinking to notice. The main thing, or person rather, on her mind was Logan obviously. Ever since they had been introduced at Happy Falcon, the two had been hanging out quite a lot much to Nina's delight. Indeed she had taken an immediate liking to Logan and knew she needed to know him more. The small liking had definitely moved up into a serious crush now though. They had talked about the party and decided to meet there but Nina had no idea when he and Parker planned on arriving. She really was hoping to see him tonight though. Maybe she would be able to see how he felt about her because she really wasn't sure and didn't want to be rejected. Not to mention, Nina had habit of picking the wrong guys who ended up using her and breaking her heart without a care. She really didn't want Logan to be like those guys but you only found out when it was too late.

Finally after what seemed forever, the car slid into a parking spot smoothly and Nina's dad smiled at her. "Alright have fun sweetie. And remember-" "Don't get alcohol poisoning. Got it Dad." she quickly cut in and flashed a smile as she opened the car door. "Bye!" she called, swinging the door shut and waving quickly before heading towards the doors of the club. She pushed it open and stepped in, her eyes quickly scanning the room for a familiar face. She spotted Anne and a few other people from Valkyrie and walked past with a small smile. She wasn't going to bother stopping because they probably wouldn't say hi but she smiled all the same. Unfortunately she couldn't seem to locate Logan and concluded that he probably wasn't here. With a soft sigh, Nina took a seat alone at the bar and hoped that someone familiar would turn up soon. If not, she was just going to have to go and find them herself. She did look like a bit of a loner but it was possible that she could just be waiting for someone...Which in a way she was.

[Coco Lehoux]

coco anne jason

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saturday janurary 27th 2007 - a crazy night

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Did Anne feel proud of herself? How can you really know? Anne truthfully, no matter how much time she spent with her good influence of a boyfriend Oscar Lyon, she'd be whom she always was. A snob bitch, but the thing was, this kind of reputation wasn't something she enjoyed. She had moments where she stood in the limelight, enjoyed it and rejoyced at the fact that eyes were always on her petite, overbearing frame. Other times? The days after the nights of too much alcohol? When she lied to Oscar about how mean she had been? It's when she didn't enjoy it so much. So, as Rihanna's 'Don't Stop the Music' started to play from the speakers and she watched Haley Summers shrink, did she realize what she was doing? Yes and no. There was never a clear answer with any of the Lévesques or Lehouxs. Yet, one thing was for certain - they never fail to entertain.

She enjoyed merely the fact that Haley Summers wasn't known as little innocent anymore. A man, people thought Anne had a reputation? Haley's was growing immensely larger. For one, she made 'unhealthy choices' just to try and squeeze her way into the Elite. Then she liked unavailable property, and finally, she made a sex tape. Congratulations Haley Summers, Anne thought, You belong with Coco Lehoux. Stupid addicting online forum games with your classmates. "If that's really the best you got Anne, you might as well shove it up your ass." Anne opened her mouth and closed it, raising her eyebrows. At first it may have looked like she was going to back down, but once Haley's eyes got watery and she started to walk away, Anne burst into a fit of evil laughs. "I wish I could Haleyyyy, but you already shoved tooo many things up yours! I soo don't wanna steal your limelight!" Anne called.

With that sick satisfaction, she wobbled over to a couch, smirking as she sat down next to some girl named Claire. Ew, who? Anne rolled her eyes as she scooted over and looked for some other company. Let's just hope she doesn't grind against other men this time, yeah? Meanwhile, as Coco Lehoux waited for Peter Fischer, she played in her mind what would later happen. She would drink Peter's drink, they'd dance, maybe add in some other guy, bring Peter to Jason's car for some fun, come back and repeat with another. Slut. Skank. Whore. Bring it. Simply adding to the list brought her more fame, so you might as well become jealous paparazzi at this point. Okay, maybe not everyone was, but in Coco's proud, selfish mind? Of course. Finally, Peter made his appearance.

"Now, where were we?" Peter said, as Coco gave him a grin. More at his hands, actually, which looked like White Russians. Wow, Peter Fischer knew his drinks. She was impressed. Taking it from his hand, as took a good swallow, and stop thinking pervertedly, however I honestly wouldn't be surprised if that's what it turned out to be. "You know your drinks, Fischer. Maybe I should keep a scoreboard." Coco said sarcastically, as she took his hand, and led him to a couch. She then pushed him on the couch and sat on his lap, straddling him with her legs on either sides of his. Despite Coco wasn't much of a.. yoga.. girl, she already knew her positions. "We were here.. unless of course you thought grinding against your dick meant dancing.. but come on.. you know I play a better ball game." And with that, she took another swig.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[rosie]

family ties

Don't be trippin when you see us in the club
Just show a little love,
Represent your side like me
'Cause 'round here if you slick you pick a hot one
Ride shotgun,
Couple of 'em got one
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The City of Angels, wow such a ironic phrase for such an unangelic place. Los Angelas, the place where stories are created, where relationships are brewed and end, the place where new beginnings unfold. This is where the night would be spent to celebrate a girl's eighteenth birthday. A night of drinking, driving, dancing, tears, smiles, anything is possible. Just the word Los Angelas made each of the four interested in their own way. One was a boy who wanted to wreak havoc as usual, the other was a girl who needed to mend a broken heart, another was a girl who just wanted to hit up the night life, and the last was the man who just needed a drink for his thoughts.

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the moores

It was late that night, the house in the Valks was dark and only illuminated with a single light in the living room. In the vast darkness, all was silent. Nothing was happening, nothing was not happening either, really. In the center of the rather suburban hideaway, two shadows sat in the room. A man was resting on the couch, a cloth over his eyes as he let out another groan of pain. “’Linny…I said I was fine, just drop it.” The voice was not its normal tender, no instead it was of anger and regret. How could he have been so stupid?! Shifting slightly on the cushions, his movement was returned with a swat to the foot. The man snarled once more as the other figure rested on the ground. Dainty hands massaged the man’s foot which were covered in bruises and swells. “Well, if you would just tell me what happened! I mean seriously, when is the last time you’ve ever had a black eye?” The girl sat up, removing the cloth covering his face.

A thick bruise covered his left eye, another cut rested on his temple. The man look bashed, his body was covered in blacks-blues-and-reds. This was very odd to Aislinn, it had been years since she saw her Uncle in such a shape. Normally he was this composed man with the elegance of some great Count or Duke in a trashy fairytale, but tonight he was an ogre, a depressed and spiteful man. The girl let out another sigh as she sat up, her hand falling at her sides. She was fed up. Here she was babysitting a man who did not even want her help, hah, to think this was what family was called.

Stalking away to the stairs she began to pound up the steps until she heard him speak, “Where do you think you are going!?” ‘Linny hung her head over the rail, her amber eyes enraged. “I am going somewhere worth my time than being here.” Of course she knew she was acting childish, it was second nature to the girl. Aislinn ran upstairs, her hand opened the door to her room. It was neutral, royal blue sheets, pristine-mahogany walls, and a vintage-euro look. This was the girl in the form of a room, plain, plain, and innocent. Her eyes fell on the closet as she ripped it open and smirked. Was that what she was, plain? Innocent?

Well, that would all change tonight.

Aislinn rummaged through the clothing, her hopes lifted as she found a dress towards the back. Lifting the light material out, her fingers instantly went for the zipper. She was tired of everyone looking at her like some little child, some innocent nobody. Tonight she would leave the house not as the straight-A girl that she was, but as a temptress and a Valkyrian Wild Child.

Time passed as Cornelius struggled to sit up on the couch. His body was aching in the utmost pain. He felt like he was eighty, better yet like he was dead. Oh but he wished he was. His mind was lost and more hurt than his actual body. All he saw was Chanel, his Chanel, the gir– woman he loved. And now she was gone. She just uped and left, without a single word. How could she do that? Was he just some pawn to her, some guy to use? Hell maybe she wasn't such a virgin as she said. What was wrong with him, he loved her to the core and now he was being cruel in her memory. But it was she who just left. When he had went to her house all he met was a man and a fist, Marcus Rivera.

The man would not tell Cornelius where she was and instead went to use force just like he had some weeks ago when he found the two curled up in his daughter's bed. Marcus had beat him to pulp, Conny would not fight his ex-best friend. It was wrong. Instead he left, his heart broken and his body as well. Why would she leave him, why?

Jumping up from the couch he began to fix his shirt. He was still wearing yesterday's suit and did not care to adjust himself. Blood stained the top collar and the cuffs. He was in no shape to go out but he did not care, the man was needed something to chill on and that had one word, alcohol.

After some time, 'Linny waltzed down the stairs in a stunning golden dress, her eyes fell on her UNcle. He was upright, with a face of no emotion, pure stoicism. "What are you doi–" Her sentence faltered when her Uncle cut in, his hands hanging off to his side. "I am going with you. Don't play dumb, I know where you are going. Remember, I am a teacher here and hear all the news. Bai– Bren–, whatever, B's party is tonight. I am going to drive you, can't have you get in the car with that sleezebag Street kid."

Aislinn flinched, her eyes stung on her Uncle. How dare he. "He is not a sleezebag, and he is your nephew or something like that for goodness sake. You already know we aren't together anymore, forget it...I don't want to talk about that. Let's just go then." The man sighed, he shook his head and lead the way to the driveway. The two got into the car and took off.

A while later they pulled into a lot and Aislinn jumped out. The look on her Uncle's face was priceless as he saw all of the men and woman, whores and innocents lined up to get in. "What?" Conny coughed as he turned off the engine, his hand already on the door. "I am going with you." Aislinn snarled, as she got up and out, then slammed the door. "I don't care! Just leave me alone!" She headed into the crowded club and approached the bouncer. "Aislinn Moore...oh, and he is with me." Aislinn and Bailey were friends, met on the beach with Daphne. Good times. The bouncer nodded and in went 'Linny as she began to search high and low for a familiar face.

Cornelius followed with a daring eye from the guard, he walked in. It was chaotic, teenagers were everywhere. Oh joy. Shoving his way past, he walked to the bar and plopped on a stool. "Tequilla and lime on the rocks." And so it began.

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mr sinclaire

The man was accustomed to seeing people swaggering down the walkways. He was used to seeing kids less than twelve vomitting in the alleys. He was used to seeing young girls walking around, selling what their mother's gave them for a low price just to survive. He was used to it all, so nothing in the city shocked him.

Los Angelas. The bullevard of broken dreams, all the names really did fit the place. It was deffinately not as glorious as Las Vegas, but it suited.

Stalking out on the sidewalk, the man let out a sigh as he place a cigerette to his lips. The glory of California, you can smoke outside where you want. Lighting the tip, he inhaled a breath of toxic fumes. He was not ready to go inside yet, he wanted to breath in the luxuries of the terrors of this city. For some reason it reminded him of Los Lunas, that place had been one hell hole, but a great one at the point. There he met his buddy Xavier, now known as Sylar. He wondered if he would be here tonight, he hadn't heard from him since his breakup with that girl Ashlinn or Aislinn, or whatever her name was. Mr. Sinclaire knew that his bud had been going through a rough time and heard he had been experimenting with drugs.

That was one think Maximillian hated, drugs. At least use the pure stuff if any, but most he knew bought the lowliest and most shitty brands on the street.

Here he was, leaning on the iron railing outside of the hit club. His charcoal-toned suit matched well with his gold buttong up shirt. Max was a man of class and well birth. This was the guy who once beat up one of his gang members for having the tail of their shirt not tucked in.

Staring out at the passing cars, he let in a breath and growled. It was a horrible feeling, coming to a party alone but who was he to complain. Amberly was fucked up in the hospital, Buckethead was helping her out, Jason was off with Coco and Bee, and Sylar was god knows where.

Fed up with all his pathetic dronings, he began to make his way to the club. Passing by the bouncer briskly, the man began to yell at him as he melded into the crowd. There he saw the famous members of BBAD. Smirking in his disasterously way, he passed by and spotted Miss Sorenson. Chuckinlg he walked behind her and whispered in her ear, "Bonjour my Becca dearest." His tone was sarcastic and conving as he made a light bow to the girl beside her, Claire. Seeing the frightened look on Becca's face made him cackle as he passed once more before saying, "No worries, you hold not interest in my eyes. Slutty fucking ugly whores are not my type."

[/b] Making his way through the crowd, he spotted the birthday girl, Miss Bailey Mitchell. Of course he had never met her personally but who could miss such a face.

Walking across the floor, he reached the group in which Bailey was centered in. Max's hand reached into his pocket where he grabbed out a single red rose, the stem was cut short so the lucky girl could wear it or do whatever. It was cheesey, and although the infamous leader was violent, he was also a known chivalry follower.

Stepping behind Bailey, he held the rose out before her. The man place don his priceless grin as he spoke, "You probably do not recognise me, so I will make this short so you can enjoy your darling birthday. The name is Maximillian Imago Sinclaire, Maxima Sin for short. Just wanted to make the beautiful birthday girl a bit more noticable with an unequally beautiful flower." Max stepped around and smiled, walking over to a wall near the small group he just interrupted, "Well, happy eighteenth. Don't get overly fucking wasted, it ruins the night."

The girl was a babe, untouchable he could wager. Resting his back to the wal he began to look around at the vast crowd. Where were all the familiar faces, hiding and dancing no doubt.

Mr. Sinclaire inhaled the toxic fumes that wafted around, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Tonight would be a damn good one, he was sure about that. All there was to do now was wait, wait for someone to take notice or someone to piss off. Either way, he won in the end.[/blockquote]

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miss bianchi

This night would be the best there could. Not because there was a party up in Los Angelas, not because it was Bailey's Birthday Bash or BBB as some called it, and deffinately not because of the variety of drinks and boys to mess with.

The reason it would be the best was simple, and that was because Chanel was back in Valkyrie.

Contessa Bianchi fidgetted as she sat in the car next to her best friend, her eyes of deep chocolate were wide and alert. They were going to the city where everything changed, just her and Chanel, well and a couple other fifty kids but come on who gave a shit about them? Hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she turned to Miss Rivera. "So, Miss Down and Dreary, when are you going to fill me up on the juicy details about Mr. Mysterious from the club and why you high tailed your ass out of the town without a word?" Yes, Contessa was one of the few people who knew about the secret love affair between Chanel Rivera and Cornelius Moore. The man was no saint in Contessa's eyes, and at the moment she was being the nosey soul she truely was. "Well, let me rephrase that. You told me so instead, are you going to tell me why you left without telling him?" Turning left at the light, her eyes soon fell on the road as she awaited an answer.

The silence unnerved her. Chanel was never this quiet. Something had to have happened that she did not tell her when Miss Bianchi made her surprise visit up at Chanel's school in New York.

Contessa had almost forgotten how much she loved the city until she got there, but then a thought killed her. Her old gang of orphans back on Broadway and 13th, and once again she tried to go see them but they were not there. Not little Tyke, not Sally, not even Donald. Her visit had been brief and she surprised Chanel with news about Bailey's eighteenth. Contessa did not give her a single chance to refuse, and instead physically dragged her out of the school and to her car.

They had been driving for quite some time and only took a three hour break at her small place in the Shaks for them to change.

Ever since Chanel moved, Contessa felt as if part of her was gone. The two became oddly close after Chanel began to work at Underneath as a part time stripper. That was where Contessa worked as the illuminous Countess de Rose, or for short, Rosie. The name had fit and stuck with her since childhood up in New York.

Rosie was not a skank or slut, but a stripper. It was a living, not a hobby...well not completely. Turning to look at the girl beside her, she let out a light laugh. "Oh I sware, Chanel, all the guys are going to shit themselves when they see you. You look hott." And she was not lying. Chanel was a gorgeous girl, far prettier than Daphne in her mind. She had a grecian profile and rustic hair, something that Rosie always found herself jealous of.

At the next red light, Contessa tugged at her emerald-babydoll-dress and let out a rough groan. Slamming her fist on the horn, the sound blared into the night. "COME ON, GET A MOVE ON YOU LAZY PIECE OF SHIT!" Oh, you gotta' love Contessa and her road rage. Finally the traffic picked up and the club came into sight. "We are almost there, finally. Better get ready to show off our moves Nelly." That was the nickname that only, only Contessa used. It was a pet name that she picked up off of some song at the club.

Nodding her head the to radio she smiled as she pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine. The Dynamic Duo were at it again, the Masters of Disaster, the Disasterous Deux.

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[bella]

BELLA AINSWORTH
hey mr. dj put a record on
and when the music starts i never wanna stop
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Bailey's Birthday Party
Les Duex in Los Angeles
Saturday, January 27, Two Thousand and Eight

So Bella and Bailey were not the best of friends, and Bella figured in time, they probably still wouldn’t be. But even in Bella’s mind, she knew that their grudge for each other couldn’t last forever. Bella was gorgeous, Bailey was just as gorgeous, if not more, and the two of them were international beauties. It would be crazy to not be able to at least be good friends. Actually as Bella thought, in time their friendship could become great. The whole Trio thing between Anne and Daph didn’t seem that big of a deal anymore. Sure they were the hottest bitches in California on the east side, so why not add one more. Maybe it was just the champaign she was drinking in the back seat of her limo, but Bella didn’t seem bothered by it anymore. The whole Trio/Quad thing could be said and done with if people like herself would get over it. Bella knew this idea needed definite consideration by the four girls involved, immediately.

Uncrossing her legs and laying her feet on the leather seat, Bella placed her head against the tinted window and pictured Les Duex. Though never having the chance to be there, Bella envied the place and the people who got to visit it regularly quite severely. But it wasn’t as if Bella’s parents hadn’t been to Les Duex for extraordinary events, oh no they had been here, they just hadn’t allowed Bella to go with. With all the drinking that went on at such-and-such events, Bella was forbidden to go along with her parents. It wasn’t as if Bella ddin’t drink, she drank more then she cared to admit, but her parents refused to acknowledge that. Lucky for her as she lounged in her limo, her aunt had filled the cooler with an assortment of wines and vodka that Bella would stash away for herself and later events.

Just as she was tipping the flute and getting a taste of that succulent pinot grigio, the driver rolled down the window that she had rolled up earlier and told her they’d be there in five minutes. ”Los Angeles, here I come!” Bella had so wished that her girls were here in this limo with her. It would have made this ride ten times more enjoyable. At least she got to get tipsy before she entered the party. Bella figured that many events would be happening tonight and she had a good feeling that she didn’t want to remember half of them. It was too bad, Bella thought, that you couldn’t pink and choose your memories. If that were an option, she knew she would block out the whole pregnancy one. She knew that for sure, and also the time where she fell off of her bike when she was seven. That wasn’t pretty at all. She still had the scar on her right side from where a rock lodged itself into her skin. That was her most painful physical memory.

Feeling the car coming to a slow, controlled stop, Bella put her feet back on the floor and grabbed her clutch. The driver knew that he was allowed to go anywhere until she called for him to pick her up so she grabbed her clutch and Bailey’s present, walked out of the limo and gasped at the sight. Just as she was enjoying her moment, Bella could feel her phone vibrating in her clutch. Hastily grabbing for it, Bella was disappointed that it was only a new SS blog. Sighing, Bella figured she might as well read it now while she was tipsy, she was going to get drunk anyways. Preparing for it being something about Bella and Jason, she could see it now. Some picture of her’s and Jason’s drunk night in the back seat of his car. Maybe even a video, she didn’t know how sick SS was. Reading the blog though, Bella’s eyes widened at the words she was seeing.

Haley Summers? What the fuck has Valkyrie become, she thought. Bella knew that it was the trio’s fault for her downfall. She didn’t intend on denying it either. It was plain to see after Haley’s sudden change in body mass that something had gone wrong with her head. Haley wasn’t completely innocent though in that problem of hers. She didn’t have to be “perfect” as most people called it, she didn’t have to even be skinny. Sure she probably wouldn’t have a boyfriend until she got out of high school and out of Valkyrie, but still, Bella knew her measures were drastic. This was an all new low though. Watching a part of the sex tape with the volume on low, Bella was just shocked. She knew that by now everyone knew about the blog, but the one person she couldn’t wait to see was Anne. Bella knew that Anne had a huge fight on SS with Haley just the other day and she knew that there would be something said from Anne to Ms. Summers. Great way for Haley to steal Bailey’s thunder. Oh well, it wasn’t as if Bailey was going to be neglected, but this was big shit.

Before stashing her phone away in her purse, Bella quickly texted Anne to tell her she was here and that she had read SS. Just the perfect ice breaker for the both of them. With the alcohol mixed in with bitchy attitudes, there was no stopping anyone tonight. Holding Bailey’s present and walking into the scene, Bella’s first thought was to find Bailey and give her, her present. Maneuvering her way through people, Bella didn’t know how late she was and really didn’t care, all she cared about was that she was here and saying happy bitchday to Bailey. Saying little hi’s to people who she passed that she knew fairly well, Bella knew that she would smile so much tonight that her cheeks were going to end up hurting. As she was making her way through the crowd trying to find Bailey, Bella couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Jason pulling Brianna up from the couch. Little did Brianna know that she had just had sex with her little boy toy a couple weeks ago.

Rolling her eyes and scanning the crowd again, Bella heard Bailey’s distinct voice, "Let's go get some sucker guy too buy us drinks, I'm totally not drunk enough yet." Glancing over to her side, Bella handed Bailey’s present and her clutch to some person next to her and then gave Bailey a very friendly hug. If Bella were Bailey, she knew she would be shocked, ”Hey you sexy bitch, happy fucking birthday!” Letting go of Bailey and grabbing her clutch and present from the guy, Bella shrugged and glanced around, ”So where do I put this and where can I get some good vodka?” Maybe the whole Jason and Brianna image did bother her a tiny but, but she was going to be drinking tonight. If he wanted to talk to her and leave his blond barbie behind, he could. The ball was definitely in his court. Right now was a time for fun and games for her, and plenty of drinking with her girls.

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