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

[maximasin]

contessa bianchi
Disagree,
Well that's you and I’m sorry,
I'm a keep playing these cats out like Atari

"I told you anyways, I go to school in New York. So, I would have had to go back sometime."

She was so glad she dragged her back to this sordid place. After Chanel left, Contessa felt completely alone in the wretched city. Here she was not the rich girl with the new Gucci clutch or the new VW Beetle with decals. No, instead she was the girl in the Shalks, the hooker. For Christ's sake, she was not a fucking hooker. No way in hell would Tess ever sell her body for money...well...in that way.

Here she was, your almost school dropout who has had it rough. Spending her years on the streets did her justice though. Now, she was a strong and independent fighter unless it came to the matters of her friends. Her friends were her family. She had no blood bonds worth speaking of, they were nothing to her, none of them.

Figetting her fingers on her silk dress, she felt her eyes drift as Chanel bobbed up right to her side. This was the way it should be, the Gruesome Twosome at it again.

"Are you kidding? My dad would kill him."

Smirking, Contessa nudged her friend in the ribs and sighed cheerfully. "Well, come on who wouldn't. Fuck Chanel, if I was your dad I would have castrated him right there. But come on it was just a fling right?" Her eyes looked at the girl curiously. Often at the club she heard her speak of some guy back up in New York who had been her boyfriend. Was she still with him? "But you know me...anyone who touches my babe will get castrated." Laughing, she slappped Chanel on the ass and rolled her eyes.

As they neared the entrance a smile lit her lips like a sultry fire. Music pounded through the thick walls, people crowded to get inside with their tight minis and fake Pradas, this was just insane!

Grasping for Chanel, she pushed her way through the crow and in front of the bouncer. A broad smile leaked out of her as she rested a hand on his shoulder, "Daphne Hayes and Contes--" She stopped as the man cut in, his eyes dark and unfeeling as he shook his bald head. "No one by the name Contes-- on the list. Back of the line." frowning she instead grazed her hand around his chin and smirked, "Ahhcomeonnnn. Please? I am with her anyways, a cousin of a friend of the birthday girl." Mr. Baldy stood there and unhooked the velvet rope allowing the two to pass.

Once Contessa pulled through, she quickly tugged Chanel after her, a loud echo of laughter exitting her voice. "Did you see is face? Oh my god, that was priceless. " As she walked through the club her eye caught a few familiar faces, or meshed faces. Most were dancing, chatting, and drinking, the usual. Oh it was glorious, a night in this place with Miss Rivera, what tragedy could they brew?

Still the two talked as they made their rounds through the club Finally, once nearing the bar Tessa motioned Chanel after her. Leaning against the counter she smirked, "Bicardi and Beer, mixed." Ew, gross. Turning her attention to the crowd she froze as a figure caught her sight. Shit, shit, no, no, no! About to tug at Chanel's gown, the girl had already began talking.

"Thank you sooo much for getting me out. I so needed this."

Pausing, Contessa looked up at her stone-faced. "You might want to rethink that hon'." And without much effort, Miss Contessa Bianchi rested her palms on her friend's shoulders and spun her around so she could see Cornelius Moore sitting on a bar stool, swaggering in his emotions. Well, at least he was drunk, that was a start for greater and better things, right?

Nope.
Wrong.

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maximillian sinclaire
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl she's scandalous

Once the male was resting firmly on the wall, he allowed his thoughts to mull over. Miss Mitchel's reaction had been perfect, sweet, shocked by his grace of swooning. Oh, but here he was thinking over some innocent, young girl-, wait she was eighteen now.

Mmm, yummy.

"Well aren't you just the charmer, and getting 'fucking wasted' as you put it is what I do best."

Laughing, the man decided to let her enjoy her night in the company of her friends. For he himself would rather be alone at the moment. Those deep silvery eyes gazed over at two figures in the distance; a boy and a girl. If it wasn't Jason, that sly dog who considered himself a gang member and his little skank, Brianna. Oh how lovely, they were dancing, quite the improvement since last time.

Taking a breather, his gaze then fixed to the infamous Daphne Hayes talking to...nah, none other than Nate Street. He knew about that kid, he was a known dealer around the streets. Hah, how ironic. But wasn't he also the brother of Sylar, oh shit, what the hell was Miss Alcoholic doing around a junkie. She certainly wasn't trying to get a new addiction was she? Good fucking god.

Turning his head once more expecting to see some obscene image, he instead saw something of the opposite. A girl with glowing skin and a hair of golden-bronze stood at the dance floor. His breath was jagged and his heart wrenched in an utmost desiring pain and fury. Man meets Mstery, well once again that is. Feeling his face twist in a thick, devouring grimace, he took a few strides foward. This was the girl for whom he shared a bath with at the age of two, this was a girl for whom he defended back in the third grade, this was a girl for whom he dropped back in middle school to hang with the cool gang.

Stopping before her his mind went blank, there was no way this was his fault. It was hers! If she hadn't been such an oddity, his friends would have resepected her. But no, she was a freak, an abnormalty to them, so she deserved what she got. "Well, well, if it isn't my dear Mysty." His deep voice echoed in his lungs as he continued, instead, running his fingers along a loose strand of her hair, "It has been how long? Six fuckin' years?" At this moment he scanned her over.

This angel, she could not be his Mystery. This could not be the young girl who tagged around after him demanding a placement as his friend. The girl he saved from the disasterous rain. But it was, it sure was.

Fighting the urge to be like his old self in her lines, he stood there, his fingers moved over to graze her jaw. Oh how lovely she looked, she improved in her beauty compared to her frzzy-haired and wide-eyed misfit.

Still he saw no recolection in her face, how disappointing. With a sigh he tapped his palm on her cheek as if to say 'tsk, tsk', and then lowered his gaze to meet her own. "Oh don't be a fuckin' idiot. Tell me you remember who the hell I am." His pale fingers moved to reach her once more as he paused, his eyes freezing on hers. Was it possible she forgot him? Maximillian Sinclaire, hah, hell no, no one could.

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aislinn moore
I've oftened wondered how'd I managed,
Always seraching, but not finding a true heart

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[Logan Bishop]

logan connelly

[/size]
I don't mean to be a bother,
but have you seen this girl?
she's been running through my dreams
and it's driving me crazy, it seems
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Almost immediately after the Connelly boys entered Les Deux they split up. They were inseparable on every other day but when it came to events like this one, ones that were filled with hundreds off people it was like they were the last person the other wanted to hang around with. Well Logan didn’t necessarily feel that way, but he and Parker had different intentions for the night and hardly minded when Parker seemed to skip off in some direction, probably having spotted one of his stoner friends or a hot girl. As similar as the two of them appeared, they really were quite different. Almost everything that Logan did was pre calculated, he held back a lot more then he let go and was slowly growing up past his attention seeking days, were he would deliberately do everything in his power to keep the attention on him. For Parker, it wasn’t necessarily intentional, he enjoyed it there was so question about it, but his outgoing personality and the people he chose to hang out with, and the shenanigans they got into kept the light on him. For Logan it was all about making sure he didn’t fall into the background, fade away. After his parent’s death, being around people seemed to be the last thing he wanted to do, it was like they weren’t seeing him, but the boy who was now an orphan. Every comment made towards him had to do with how bad they felt, how sorry they were for him, how generous they could be. All that stuff only made him feel invisible, it was like when they looked at him they saw the tragic accident that claimed the life of two successful doctors, two people who were genuinely good for this world. Moving to Valkyrie was like an escape from all that. No one knew who he was, no one knew his story. But no matter how clear it was that he could make a fresh start, Logan felt the need to stand out, like if he didn’t put on this act, he would become that invisible boy once more. Fading into the background was the last thing Logan had wanted and for the first few months after his arrival at VA he made sure his name wouldn’t be forgotten.

While Logan liked to believe he was a little bit more grown up, past all that, a part of him was glad when Parker left his side with a quiet ‘later’. Parker overshadowed him, Logan knew it and he didn’t want to repeat the Happy Falcon scenario, where he was first introduced to Nina. Parker hadn’t been off when he called him out on being excited to see Nina tonight, and at the moment, Logan was making his way lazily through the crowds, saying hi to people, even stopping to chat every once and awhile, but really only looking for one face. Nina Suresh was just another one of his friends who were girls, but after all the time they had been spending together lately, Logan couldn’t deny that he had developed what felt like a crush on her. She was funny, sweet, that perfect mix of adorable and sexy, and someone he liked to spend time with. Logan didn’t have many girlfriends after moving to Valkyrie and it was the first time he honestly felt that he liked a girl. This was why he was eagerly looking for her at the moment.

The idea that she wasn’t here yet crossed his mind. Now he was well mixed with the other people, so it would be hard to spot him from the entrance. Thinking that the bar might be a better place to wait, he started off towards that direction. Logan was still trying to wrap his head around her. After being introduced to her by Parker, he had had one of those automatic attraction things, where he was intrigued enough to ask his cousin questions, but embarrassed to really talk to her. He still worried about that first meeting, the one where Parker did most of the talking, again undermining Logan. It was something he was used to, but still bothered him. The fact that Parker and Nina used to date made him sceptical at first, it was nothing to insult either one of them, but technically there was a rule between them when it came to girls. It didn’t have much exercise, but it was there. Parker had his conquests and Logan was supposed to find his own. He had gotten it out of Parker that they relationship between him and Nina had been kinda short, and that they hadn’t slept together. For some reason that made Logan feel better.

As he came towards the bar, he immediately spotted Nina. It was like fate, him coming this way instead of heading back towards the entrance to wait. She was sitting, and even from the distance, with the lights quite low, he knew she looked amazing. He had come to notice that she radiated a natural beauty and it was getting hard keeping that to himself. Putting a hand in his pocket, he smiled confidently as he walked towards her. Grabbing the stool next to her and sitting down, he couldn’t help but keep the smile on his face, although it seemed in her presence it was a lot less confident and a lot more goofy. ”Hey,” he said casually, hoping he could maintain that sense of casualness throughout the night. While he didn’t drink or anything, he had no idea the party habits of Miss Nina Suresh, and he was never one to expect people not to enjoy themselves just because of his decisions and sometimes he easily let his guard down. ”I’m glad you came. You look great.” Too formal? While Logan was usually a laid back kinda guy, he could feel himself tensing up and his words not flowing as smooth as usual. Was this what having a real crush felt like?

parker connelly

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if you want to shake it up,
if you want to feel so cool,
get down with them girls,
get down you dancing fool
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Entering the club alongside his cousin, Parker took a good look around and licked his lips, a mischievous smile coming over his mouth. Even though there was maybe four days between now and the last time he partied, it felt like it was too long, and with barely a nod in Logan’s direction he headed into the crowd, convinced he’d find someone interesting to get this party started with. Parker had nothing against Logan, not here, not anywhere, but he knew what his intentions were and well, they were very different from his own. Parker was your standard party animal, someone who lived to have fun and loved getting high, drunk and/or laid in the process. LA was his town – or well it would be seeing as the whole school thing didn’t seem to be working out and moving to the city to pursue an acting career seemed to be his only option. His parent’s wouldn’t be too thrilled but they were the ones always telling him to ‘whatever he thought was best’ and well being the next Hollywood heartthrob seemed a lot better then sitting through eleventh grade chemistry one more time. The fact that he had never acted a day in his life wouldn’t matter – how hard could it be? Anyways Logan was straight edge and even though Parker didn’t have any complaints about it, he couldn’t see the fun in it and that’s why when it came to parties he often wandered away. Plus, how lame was it that they had to spend every moment together? Extremely.

Moving his way from group to group, showing off his dancing moves and just having fun, before stopping as someone put their hands over his eyes. A curious smirk came across his lips as a low voice told him to surrender all his money. He was pretty sure he knew who it was but then again a lot of girls liked to get their hands on him, and it wouldn’t be the first time he was mistaken. Going along with it he reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet and held it in his hand beside him. ”Becca, baby, you don’t need to steal from me, you know I’d treat you anyday.” Sliding the wallet back into his he grabbed her hands, removing them from his eyes and turned around, a smile on his face. Becca was one of his closest friends and for a brief moment of time the object of his affections… well she wasn’t necessarily any less in his mind at the moment, but most recently he seemed to be all over the map when it came to girls.

That was another way he differed from Logan. While his cousin was a one girl kinda guy, Parker liked to play the field, and not really get too tied down. He had had crushes, sure, but never had he admitted them out loud and when it came to the point of seriously committing he was too into the single life to think about it. Now he was helping out his good pal Amanda and showing her cousin Julia a good time, and while it had started out as a fun favour to a gorgeous girl with the hopes of repayment, it was turning out to be pretty fun. For as quiet and socially retarded as Amanda claimed, Julia wasn’t all that bad and Parker liked her.

occ crap crap crap!

[Paolo Giovanni]

paolo giovanni

[/b]
``SAM'S SONG
i walk the boards alone tonight,
& try to fill this empty space inside my chest
i took atlantic home tonight & every
neon light & sign, spelt out your name
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It was evident that Samantha did not want to talk to him, so why was Paolo continuing to embarress himself in front of some of the onlookers. He was the guy girls wanted to date. All the rumors were true. Paolo was one of the nicest boys at Valkyrie. Well-mannered and a complete gentleman. But after some people heard about the Coco scandal, questions about how 'perfect' he was were surfacing and the whispers began. Paolo hated gossip and when he knew what they were talking about, made it even more sickening. And that all led up to this confrontation with Samantha...Paolo was begging for forgiveness. Paolo thought it would be worse if she found out by a friend, one of her siblings or cousins, or even Coco. But, now that he was thinking about it, it might have been logical to confess himself, but, maybe Sam thought it was worse coming from her boyfriend. Except now they weren't dating.

"I can't Paolo, I just can't."

He looked slightly defeated, and she was refusing to look at him. "Why? Why can't you? I'm dying here, Sam."[/b] He stopped before he could say much more. He moved his body and head to try and catch her gaze, because she was refusing to look at him. Him, or the on-lookers, he couldn't tell. It was probably both, but he wanted nothing more than to make this all go away. So, he concentrated on focussing more on her than his ego, the rumors, the whispers. It was just Sam and him in the club. No 'gimme sex' music, and the heat wasn't bothering him. They were together, by themselves, talking. Or, Paolo trying to get her to talk to him. "I really don't want to go through this again. To be honest, I'm trying to forget it all. With you standing there It's not helping." Paolo nodded, his turn to look at the ground. That hurth, but he deserved it, every word of it, so he didn't disagree with her. He stood, taking it and finally looked at her. "I don't ever want to put you through that all ever again. It would never happen. I want to forget it too, I really am." Even if she wanted him to leave, he stayed still. Paolo Giovanni wasn't quite done yet. If worst came to worst...

"I...I don't know."

If worst came to worst... Paolo had a back-up plan. And well, a damn good one. He'd have to say one of his best ideas he thought of. This out did them all. But, it was a little major, but he knew Sam, and if she was still mad at him like he knew she was, she'd call him crazy. Paolo fingered the black, velvet box in his pocket. If he couldn't get her to talk to him and forgive him, Paolo was going to go to great measures to grab her full-attention. A little proposement was exactly the thing he needed to make her look at him. Of course, the ring was not real. Real diamond engagement ring, that it. Paolo wasn't cheap, so the ring inside the box was expensive. The previous week, he went to the jewelers, a family friend to the many diamonds Fausto gave his loyal wife. He wanted it to be special, meaningful, personally, and something Paolo would give to Sam. He didn't want it to be too gaudy, unrealistic, or over the top, because this meant a lot to him.

The ring was a three diamond ring. A blue diamond, centered in between the two smaller diamonds, all three bound on a silver band. He thought it was perfect, and he was sure that Sam would too. "If you can't think of a way to forgive me, I have an idea." Paolo took out the velvet box and bent down onto one knee, looking up at Sam with the upmost sincerity in his eyes. He still tried to invision it was just them, but it was a little harder when he heard a few gasps behind them. "Marry me."
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[samantha]

• s a m a n t h a •
if you didn't know, you're
the only thing that's on my mind
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
• • •

Why couldn't she just forgive him? Just take him back? Even Samantha didn't know why she couldn't do it because inside, the girl knew that it was something she wanted to do more than anything else. It was just..She didn't know who Paolo Giovanni was. From the day they bumped into each other in the hallways, she felt as if she just knew what kind of guy he was. He was so sweet that day and was just so different from all the other guys in this so messed-up town. Samantha thought that her idea of a 'dream guy' was just a, well, dream. A fairytale. Like the kind of guy she wanted didn't exist. That was until she met Paolo and she felt like such a lucky girl - And Samantha didn't usually feel lucky. She would maybe feel a slight bit of luck, but never a lot. How could she not know that everything was too good to be true? Didn't it seem just a little too perfect? Well, yes, but Samantha hadn't expected that something would ruin things.

"Why? Why can't you? I'm dying here, Sam."

Was that the Paolo Giovanni? Was that the real one that she knew...or thought she knew? Or was he just acting and pretending to be like this so he could get her back and then hurt her again? Samantha just couldn't figure this out and it was driving her crazy. Her head was hurting because of everything going on and the girl just wanted to let everything out, but she knew she couldn't. She was feeling so upset inside, so horrible. And she wasn't sure what was happening with Paolo and she just couldn't handle everything. She didn't know what the answer to Paolo's question was. Why couldn't she just look at him the same? The girl didn't know what to say because honestly, she wanted him back but she just couldn't deal with it right now. Maybe a few days from now the girl could forgive him, but she didn't know about today. That was, unless he had some kind of plan to get her back, but she doubted that. "You can't be feeling too horrible, or you wouldn't have done what you did." Sam said. Her voice was a little quiet, but Paolo could probably hear.

"I don't ever want to put you through that all ever again. It would never happen. I want to forget it too, I really am."

At first, she was thinking something along the lines of, And you won't have to put me through it because we won't be together. But she just couldn't say it. If the girl wanted to be back with him, she shouldn't be so negative. Maybe something good would happen. But what good thing could happen? There was a part of her that really wanted to do it, but Samantha just couldn't do it. She wanted to make Paolo feel guilty, but he already looked like he was guilty. He looked so...unlike him. Like he just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. Sam desired the same thing, but she just didn't know how everything would be able to just go back to normal. "Even if both of us wants to, something like this is to hard to forget." She said. She might not think about it for a while, but it will come back into her mind every now and then.

"If you can't think of a way to forgive me, I have an idea."

Not a word came out of her lips when he said that. What was his idea? Samantha watched Paolo as he got down on one knee. Oh boy. Was he doing what she thought he was doing? "Marry me." Apparently, that was a yes. Samanthaw as speechless for a moment - mostly because this was a really bad time to propose with everything going on. She tried to speak, but everything came out oddly. "I...Um...What?" She said - obviously confused. "But you...and me ignore..Coco...Huh?" And that was why she could be a dork at times. She just couldn't speak right when she was confused or didn't know what was going on...Was she being punk'd? "I mean...um. No." Finally, something that made sense...Kind of.

[Daphne Hayes]

daphne & paolo
``SOME SAY

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think before you make up your mind,
you don't seem to realize, i can do this on my own
& if i fall, i'll take it all,
it's so easy after all.
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What was a party without Daphne tripping all over the place in a drunken daze. Hey, even if she was in a different city, her traditions were all the same. Get drunk, be with Anna, Bella & Bailey, then start crying for either seeing Jason, talking to Amanda, or running into Josh. The three people that started drama in her life since the beginning of junior year. Daphne really was a sloppy drunk. Disoriented, stumbling, and slurring were three things you'd see if you watched Daphne for more than five minutes. Hell, half-way through the night Daphne would randomly yell 'body-shots!' and stumble on over to the bar. She needed to work on pride or something. She was probably looking like the trashiest girl in the club and the sad fact was that at the moment, she didn't care.

“That Nate kid, hm? That’s a new one – but yeah, Nate here and speaking.”

As Daphne stood there, swaying a bit as if she would fall over at any moment, she was staring at Nate intently as if she was really concetrating hard over the loud music to hear him, but really, she caught every other word and was thinking what she could do tomorrow at the mall with her girls. Every other word worked out fine with her, plus he caught her attention with his voice, which was like this very sexy Irish one. She looked a little dazed as she randomly said, "I loove your voicce."[/color]She finished it off with a lop-sided grin and a few fit of giggles behind her hand. She added, [more to herself than to Nate] "I wish I had an accent. Well, I guess I do, but you know what I mean. Did you know I'm Greek?" As random and drunk as she sounded, she thought she was making perfectly sense. And just think, Daphne could have been jabbering on for the next half hour about Sacha and how the 'French Princess Hussy In Disguise' was ruining her life.

"Oh, never mind that," she shook her head and focused her vision more on him, "I'm ready."[/color] She came to Nate for one reason. On an impulse, Daphne wanted to dip her toes in some drugs. Because the first time ended really before she really had a taste. Honestly here, she smoked pot with Anne for like a week or two, and she was done, not even addicted. It's not like she'd get addicted from whatever she got from Nate, right?

As he started listing all these drugs to her, and this time, she wasn't giving him selective listening, but really was listening to everything he was offering her. When he finished she sighed. "I'll pass on the pharmacy pills. My sister did that..."[/color] She looked down at the floor and tapped her chin with a finger. That was what she hear anyway. She had never really eaves-dropped before, she never needed to, but now with her mom home, there was a lot of things Derrik and Maria needed to work out, and talk about. Listening in on other people's conversations had never been so appealing until now. Especially after Daphne discovered that Sacha had been addicted to sleeping pills and overdosed. Huh, Daphne found that strange since Sacha never looked like she would do drugs, she looked just too damn awkward and shy. But finding out how the fuck that happened was for a later day. "And I've already tried pot, so I think I'll go with cocaine."[/color] Daphne finalized narrowing down her choices outloud. She nodded again, looking back up, "Yeah, I want some cocaine."[/color]
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"Even if both of us wants to, something like this is to hard to forget."

The fact that Paolo was here, begging and whining like a five year old, showed that he was truly, deeply sorry, and he'd do anything to take it all back. But as much as he would have liked to take it all back, reality was; it wasn't going away, it would always be there. Sam was right, as much as they could trya nd forget it, it would always be this wedge between them. Such a horrible mistake turned into something this big. "Sam, I have no feelings for Coco. I never had and never will. You have got to believe me. You're the only girl for me."[/color]

He knew she would be very surprised and shocked to see what Paolo just did. If Paolo was a girl and after a early terminated relationship and instead of getting back together or staying apart, during a post-breakup argument, you just proposed. Paolo would be shocked too, and that was the utter brilliance in the grand scheme to get Sam back. He wanted to make a statement to Sam, and he sure hoped he was making it. She mumbled and Paolo waited paitently, because she'd have to say something sometime, he'd wait here all night for her to reply. They were too young to marry and any girl in her right mind would flat out refuse. Especially if it was a girl like Sam, the best types of girls.

Was he ready to spend the rest of his life with Sam? No. But he had no reason why they could date and if things eventually went in that direction, they could remember this night and laugh it off at how young they were, but it would be one of 'those moments' if not 'the moment' in their relationship. Paolo, putting everything, everything on the line, proposing to Sam, just to prove that he was madly, deeply in love with her. Yes, in love. No, one night stand was going to change that for him, ever. He was offering his life, commitment, and love to her till 'death due them part.' Even though she was going to say no, him getting on his knee would always be a memory, maybe even to replace the not so great one that had come upon them.

"I mean...um. No."

He didn't look defeated, his facial expression didn't change from hope to rejectment. He actually didn't feel much. He stayed on his knee, one hand held the opened velvet box, and the other reached for Sam's hand, this time not retreating for almost touching her. No, he held it, still looking up into her eyes, "I know we aren't ready for marriage. But, can we at least go down a level? How about we date, the way we use to be. Or, if you're still...unforgiving, how about a date? Even going down the street to get a coffee would satisfy me."[/color] He kissed the top of her hand and looked back at her, still holding her hand. "I want you to remember this moment. Because this is the one where I'm not going to let you get away. Not this time, not anytime."
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[Nina Suresh]

nina suresh
I know that something has changed
Never felt this way and right here tonight
This could be the start of something new
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Sitting by herself wasn't really boosting Nina's self confidence right now. The dance floor was full of moving bodies and with a swift glance around the room, Nina was sure she was probably the only person alone right now. What a life she had. She was at a huge party with hundreds of people and what was she doing? She was sitting at the bar alone with nothing to do. Ever since Nina had drifted away from the BAD trio girls a few years ago, it felt like she had drifted away from the social scene but perhaps things were changing. After all, she had been talking to a few people a lot more often lately and bumping into Parker and Logan was definitely something that hadn't happened in a while. Well for Parker anyway. It had been her first time meeting Logan at Happy Falcon strangely enough.

Ah yes, Logan. Where on earth was he? Nina's eyes constantly flicked around her, searching for his blue eyes but it was all hopeless. Perhaps he didn't want to see her after all. Maybe he had seen her on her own and decided against talking to her. Nina's insecurities kicked in now and she bit her lip, resting her elbow on the table and putting her chin in her hand with a sigh. She wasn't usually like this but she had taken a fast but strong liking to Logan after only a short amount of time. But Nina knew to be careful. This had happened before and it never went well. She always fell for the guy who seemed like a nice guy but after a while it always ended up with her getting used and walking away with a broken heart. Nina couldn't help it but she just always seemed to be drawn to the guys who enjoyed taking advantage of her. Of course Nina had no idea what Logan was going to end up like but so far he didn't seem like the bad type who would break her heart. They had been hanging out and he did seem really nice.

It had been a little awkward of course considering Logan obviously knew that Nina had dated Parker in the past but it had been a very short relationship and it was several years ago so they hadn't really done much. It had sort of been one of those relationships that you just figured should happen since Nina was Madison's best friend and Parker was her brother but it hadn't. At least he hadn't really used Nina like the other guys. It just hadn't worked. All the same though, they had dated and Logan obviously knew so what did he think of that? Maybe he didn't want to date the same girls that Parker had. A thousand worrisome possibilities entered her mind, and she drummed her fingers lightly on the bar. This was ridiculous. This was no way to spend a party. And suddenly Nina felt someone watching her. Immediately she knew it was Logan. She had no idea how but she knew that he was near by.

”Hey,”

Sure enough, as Nina turned her head, her face lit up and she smiled shyly back as Logan sat down on the stool next to her with a grin. She couldn't help noticing his grin which was a little confident, a little goofy and completely amazing. Nina could feel the shy smile on her lips and tried to look a little more confident. "Hey to you too," she responded in a soft voice, although that still meant talking loud to be heard over the loud music that was pumping in the background. But although the music was extremely loud, suddenly it felt like everything else had been muted and it was just her and Logan right now. Extremely cheesy but she couldn't help it. It was just the way she felt. Did this mean it really was a serious crush? After all, Logan was sweet and funny and seemed to really want to get to know her. He wasn't all about the sex and parties. He was definitely a lot more mature than some of the other guys that Nina knew.

When he spoke again, Nina felt herself blush slightly at the compliment. Why did she always blush so much? With another smile, she spoke. "Thanks, you look really nice too." Nice? What kind of word was nice? It looked like she was getting tongue tied already. Perhaps his smile was putting her off. Nina bit her lip and glanced up at Logan through her eyelashes. "I wondered when I was going to see you tonight." she commented lightly, a smile on her lips. Wondered was one way to put it. But then again saying 'I spent all week hoping that I would bump into you tonight' sounded a little extreme.

[tito]

tito,,

jason,,

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I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know that I've let you down
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Tito knew this night wasn't going to end well. Hell, he didn't see why it would end well. This plan of his wouldn't allow it. Jordin would be heartbroken by the end of the night, all he had to do was not back out of it. Of course, that was a lot easier said than done. All the time Tito had spent with Jordin replayed in his mind as if this was the last time he'd ever see her. Well, it would be just like that - he knew people that were once in a 'relationship' could never be friends again, but maybe that was if one of them still had feelings for the other. And well, Tito did, Tito still had feelings for Jordin, and he probably would still have those feelings for long after this night, even when Jordin and Adrian got together. Oh shit, that just reminded him. Adrian wouldn't like this plan of his much, espicially not if he found out Tito and Jordin had physical intimacy once in a while. No, not sex, just kissing - Tito had somehow found a way to keep his hormones in check around Jordin. Yeah, enough thinking, Tito decided, it was best to get on with the night, and the ass-kicking that was more than likely coming his way. But he had no idea it was about to happen sooner than later.

As he looked up at Jordin, he couldn't help but take in all of her features. Her slightly upwards-curved nose, her thin arched eyebrows, her long blonde hair, her full pink lips, and the best part, that fierce blush that appeared on her face whenever she was flattered, and that seemed to happen when she was with Tito. God, he hated himself. She pulled up on his shoulders, and he took the cue immediately. She probably wasn't one for public displays of affection, and he couldn't blame her - she was quite shy, and he had no idea on shyness, but it had to suck. He pushed himself off of his knees so that he was now looking down at Jordin, instead of up at her. Well, this would be very well be the last kiss ever between them and he had to savor it. He smiled when he saw her leaning in, and he guessed she was probably on her tip-toes. Dang bruh, where would he find another girl like this? For a second, he felt like pinching her and getting a sample of her DNA and then starting to begin working on a cloning machine or something. His arms were just about to go around her waist after their lips connected, but something stopped him. No, it wasn't some sort of feeling of regret, but rather someone's voice.

He knew who it was - Adrian. Adrian fuckin' Mitchell, standing right beside him, calling him a dog cunt. O..kay, Adrian was obviously drunk, and Tito knew that. He parted his lips away from Jordin but didn't immediately pull back, he allowed her to get back on her soles before he did that. "Adrian, loo-" He began to say. Adrian's shove stopped him short and he just allowed his body to respond to the shove by stumbling back slightly. He took in a deep breath, this was going to be one hell of a scene. Did you think I wouldn't find out? "I was hoping on i-" He began to say, but just like before, Adrian's shove stopped him short. This shove was harder than before, and Tito had to take more than one step backwards to keep from falling. Adrian was quite smaller than Tito, but he had strength unproportional to his size, and then there was the fact Tito wasn't fighting back. Tito was back against the wall now, but he kept his sets locked on Adrian. He noticed him look back at Jordin and shake his head. He had every right, but Jordin didn't deserve this - Tito did. If Tito was some other guy, Tito would have patted Adrian on the back for being such a badass and beating the shit out of the guy. When Adrian's eyes fixed back on Tito, Tito knew what was about to happen, but he made no plans to stop it. Adrian's arm was just a blur, but the pain was sharp and clear.

Tito's head had popped to the side, and for the first time, he noticed the crowd that had formed. Adrian's hand on Tito's collar also came into play at this moment, and Tito just felt...sad for everything. Sad for the ass-kicking Adrian was about to get. Sad for the ass-kicking that Jordin and the rest of the people were about to witness. But mostly, he was sad for himself - he was a failure, but goddamit, he wasn't about to let Adrian punch him and get away with it. Tito's jaw was locked, his fists clenched. "If you would have given me a moment to explain, you dumb ass, we could have avoided this." Tito growled in a low voice, completely ignoring Jordin that was telling Adrian to let Tito go. Tito quickly popped his head forward, and his forehead connected with Adrian's. Very hard. It was enough to knock Adrian back, and well, Tito was dazed for a monent. He allowed his vision to clear up before taking another step. After a moment, he was good. He ran towards Adrian, who was still stumbling a bit, and tackled him to the ground. Tito's hand had gotten around Adrian's back so he was able to soften the meeting of the ground and Adrian's back, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. Just as Tito was about to make another move, some guys pulled Tito off of Adrian and just held him back so that he wasn't about to make another step.

Alright, perfect. This was just what he needed, a chance to break Jordin's heart. "Adrian, you dumbass! My freaking plan was about to work, and you screwed it over! You don't want to be with Jordin?! Is that what it is?! You mean to say that I wasted all my time having her fall for me for nothing?! Okay, not completely nothing, I did kinda fall for her too, but that's beside the damn point! If you let me do what I do, you and Jordin would have been at home in about the next hour, enjoying a cup of coffee, but you couldn't resist being a superhero and saving her from the big bad wolf, could you?! Jeez, damn stoners ruin everything! Okay, I'm one too...but..god! If only you let me break her heart, then you guys would have been together by now, but look at where you guys are now! .." Tito rambled. Some guy, someone he knew, splashed Tito's face with cold water, and after shaking it off, Tito knew what was happening. Jordin was watching on, and he just spilled everything. "I mean..uh..HAPPY BIRTHDAY JORDIN! Don't you like the play that me and Adrian set up for you? We figured since Bailey had a party, we should celebrate yours kinda early as well..and..yeah, but. We kinda left your presents at home though. Heh." Tito said, trying to play it off.

Meanwhile, much pleasenter things were happening for the young Jason Everett. He was sitting on the steps with Haley Summers, his hand on her shoulder. His ring finger and pinky finger were touching her skin, while the other fingers just felt the cloth. It was soft, but for some reason, her skin felt even softer. He gulped. What was he thinking? This wasn't right, he was her teacher, he couldn't do this. But he wasn't able to move his hand, it was hard to. He left it there, but he pushed those thoughts of his head, but no matter how hard he tried, they kept creeping back in. When she looked at him and commented on the hand on her shoulders, her brown eyes just...did something to him. They were beautiful, big and round, and yet, so gentle. Okay, Jason knew he had too much to drink, he wasn't thinking correctly. "What happened to you wasn't right. It isn't right. You didn't deserve it Haley, but I know you don't want anyone to pity you, but trust me, I'm not pitying you, I'm just trying to watch out for you. But reassured, I didn't watch it. How are you feeling now? I noticed you looking a bit sick inside." Jason said, unable to break contact with her eyes.

The moment was perfect, everything was perfect. She was perfect. God, Jason pushed his limits by having one too many drinks, his thinking was crazy. He was obviously missing his wife too much at this point and he figured that he just kept seeing his wife inside of Haley's eyes, that was all. Now only if he could believe that little theory of his. "You didn't think I was about to let you juveniles party alone for a second with adult supervison, did you now, Miss Summers? But of course, no one knows their place these days." He said, referring to the countless times she had tried to seduce him after class. Of course, at times, he was even tempted, she was quite beautiful after all, but he knew how to control himself. Okay, he was drunk, plain and simple. Hopefully his breath didn't stink. That would SUCK.

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[samantha]

• s a m a n t h a •
if you didn't know, you're
the only thing that's on my mind
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2008
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It was all so confusing. Samantha might have been smart in school and all that, but she didn't know everything. The girl still got confused and didn't understand things. She was never an expert with relationships so she really didn't know what to do with a situation like this. She had never been through everything that she did with Paolo - that was a good and bad thing. Some of the things that happened with Paolo were bad while others were really memorable and just good. She wouldn't mind thinking back and some things the two had done together and there were just some stuff that would be better left forgotten. It wasn't just the thing with Coco. There were things like that creepy man and getting shot. The creepy man wasn't that bad [until he shot her] but he was still someone that she would like to forget about - and maybe, eventually, possibly she could - and maybe she couldn't.

"Sam, I have no feelings for Coco. I never had and never will. You have got to believe me."

Well that made her feel a whole lot better. No feelings for Coco. That was something that she was worrying about. Because, what if Samantha had agreed to forgive him but then he still liked Coco? Big problems. But now, that was something that she didn't need to keep thinking about...Hopefully. Samantha honestly believed Paolo when he had said that, but she didn't say so. She was only really thinking about the last thing he said, "You're the only girl for me." It made her smile, but it was a big one. Not even a half smile, but it was still a smile. "R-really?" She asked, not really caring if he answered or not. He had already said those words and it made Sam feel even a little better than she was before. Not happy and super spirited like a cheerleader, but just better.

When Paolo had proposed to Samantha, she was kind of thinking that he was crazy. No, not like 'mindless' but it was just a really weird thing to do. They weren't really 'together' right now, so out of all the times he could propose, this was the worse time. So, when Samantha said 'No' and noticed that he didn't look sad at all, she felt suspicious. He had some plan, and that was just like Paolo Giovanni. He had creative and really original ways of doing things. Samantha just couldn't figure out what he was trying to do right now. What was he going to do? Is there actually a ring in there? Is he really doing this? Or is it just some kind of joke? So many questions were squeezed in just a few seconds. It was just a little moment, but a lot was already going on in Samantha's mind. That's usually what happened with her when she really wanted to know something. It was like, hundreds of things were going through her mind in one second.

And then, he opened the box.

It was if her breath was taken away. The thing was just beautiful - and Paolo had done it just for her. When he had touched her hand, Samantha just couldn't pull away. It was so nice to feel his touch again. When he had looked at her, this time, Sam just couldn't look away. One hand was held by Paolo while the other one was over her mouth because she was still in shock. "I know we aren't ready for marriage. But, can we at least go down a level? How about we date, the way we use to be. Or, if you're still...unforgiving, how about a date? Even going down the street to get a coffee would satisfy me." Samantha just felt speechless. She really wanted to say something, but whenever she opened her mouth, nothing would come out. A big smile was just on her lips and since she couldn't say anything, Sam just nodded. Hoping that it would talk for her and say something like, "Yes. Going back to the way we used to be would be just amazing."

Okay, nods couldn't really speak, but Samantha just didn't know what to say. This was the Paolo that she really loved. The one that she knew - and hopefully, the real Paolo Giovanni. "I want you to remember this moment." Wow. That was the only thing that she really could say - Wow. She would definitely remember this moment - it was one of the unforgettable places, but unforgettable in a good way. "Because this is the one where I'm not going to let you get away. Not this time, not anytime." He didn't need to try to keep her from going away because, "I'm not going anywhere." Forgiven. She looked into Paolo's eyes and although just a few minutes ago she had said that she couldn't look at him the same...That was just a few minutes ago - and a lot can happen in a few minutes.

[Bailey Mitchell]

bailey && adrian
So I turned the radio on, turned the radio up
and some woman was singing my song;
The lover's in love, and the other's run away,
lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay.
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Bailey broke into a fit of drunken giggles and covered her mouth a blush creeping up her cheeks, damn Anne and her obvious-ness "Anneeee, shutup oh myyy goddd he is looking over here." Bailey hid behind Shay and Kiran grabbing a cocktail from a passing waiter and downing it, her aim for tonight was to get trashed and while she was trashed very drunk at this moment, she wanted to be alot more so then this, but really did she need to be probably not. Her party while fun, had become awkward hell she was dancing with Bella and Kiran, shouldn't they both hate her? Uh it made her head hurt just thinking about it. "Plusss, I did not have sweaty eye sex with him, I just glanced at him, yeah thats it." One thing about Bailey Mitchell, she is a terrible liar. Dancing around with Anne letting out drunk giggles Bailey felt a tap on her shoulder a whipped around, steadying herself by grabbing onto a near by person squinting her eyes at the girl in front of her, who was ranting way too fast for the drunk girl to handle.

"Woaaahh, slow up are your like on crack or something? Bailey questioned, placing her hands on the girls arms to steady her trying to comprehend what she had just said "Like are you trying to say that someone poisonedd my birthday cake? That is sooo mean." The Australian girl slurred crossing her arms and pouting. "This is why I hate loser randoms and freshman, so anti-social and always trying to kill popular people ewww." Right like that made any sense. In her drunken mess she really didn't notice how potentially dangerous this could be for her, no she wouldn't die but she would certainly end up in hospital and who wanted to end up in Hospital the night of their party? "It'sss ok though, we just won't eat the cake will we?" She looked at the random girl who had just came and saved her from a potential hospital trip and patted her head grabbing two cocktail glasses and shoving one rather forcefully in the girls hands, real nice Bailey "Nooo, you don't have to go just try to look kind of normal you look all awkward and stuff just get drunk and you will be alright." Bailey gave her a drunken grin, and sipped at her cocktail her face dropping slightly as she spotted Daphne with Nate, fan-fucking-tastic.

"Whyyy is Daphne with Nate?" She asked, more to herself then the girl standing next to her. Narrowing her eyes she stomped her foot and pursed her lips together, how long had Daphne been here for? So she can go flirt and prance around with Nate and not even acknowledge Bailey? Hello, this was her best friends party not a flirt fest for her to just pick a guy up, a guy that Bailey so happened to like...well clearly not like but something along those lines. Letting out a frustrated sigh she stomped back over to where Anne was prancing around and drank the rest of her cocktail throwing it towards a cocktail waiter and grabbing another, this is why she hated males so fucking contradicting didn't Nate totally hate girls like Daph and um herself? Whatever, and now he was right here infront of her clearly flirting with her best friend, guys suck.

Pissed off at Daphne, Bailey didn't bother mentioning her where abouts to the others and watched some guys push and shove over Jordin, oh my gosh how fucking hilarious "Oh ewww no fighting at my party." Bailey called out to the guys watching as one through a hard punch at the bigger guy feeling the cold contents of her cocktail slide down her throat Bailey stormed over there ready to kick these assholes out of her party, no one was fighting here tonight unless they had a good reason and....fucking no way that was Adrian "Shit, Adrian what are you doing?" Bailey stumbled and shoved past the crowd looking at a petrified Jordin, Bailey drained her cocktail glass and gaped at her brother pinning Tito Haymer up against a wall, watching wide eyed as Tito quickly moved his head connecting it against her brothers watching him brother fall to the ground, wow well now this was really a party.

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If Adrian wasn't angry before her really was now listening to Tito fucking bullshit about some plan Adrian slammed him against the wall again "What the hell are you talking about?" Adrian yelled, he was confused her really was did Tito think this was some game to him? Liking Jordin? He had no idea seriously the stupid drugged up idiot had no idea. Now he was ranting about some plan his tone angry and matching Adrian's but Adrian didn't back down the alcohol and adrenalin in his system wasn't willing to let him, and really what did he have to lose now? "You've fucking lost it mate, cracked it what plan? Do you think this is some game" Adrian glanced at Jordin slightly panicked, what Tito said sounded like Adrian had wanted this to happen, why they hell would he want to do something like this to her surely she would realize that this nut case infront of him was lying.

Tito look threateningly at Adrian and Adrian fought back the urge to laugh in his face, really what could Tito do now to possibly make Adrian feel any worse punch him, beat him to a bloody pulp. Hoorah, bring it on a few battle scars where always good and the chicks dig them, and seeing as Tito now had Jordin, Adrian would need to face up to reality and move on. Yeah that wasn't going to be so easy for him. "I told you I cared about her, and you think doing this would bring us together....you need help seriously your messed up" Adrian shook his head his face scrunched into a scowl watching as Tito leaned his head back and before Adrian could react Tito's head had connected with his own, his head shook and Adrian hit the ground hearing his sister let out a yell and several people around them scream and egg the two guys on to 'fight' Adrian blanked everything out, his head was killing him. Bringing his hand to his head Adrian half stood and slammed his shoulder into Tito's ribs bringing him to the ground with him and with the smallest amount of energy he could muster he bought his fist up once again and bought it down on Tito's face.

"You psycho don't touch him." Bailey glared at Tito, she had reacted soon after her brother had fallen to the ground and moved forward to grab Adrian but he had retaliated before she could grab the idiot and make him stop, "Adrian you stupid loser stop it!" Bailey yelled grabbing her brother by the back of his t-shirt pulling him back, this was too much for the drunk girl to handle and grabbed Adrian by the arms and swung him around to face her, all the while glaring at Tito, he better not run of anywhere she was ready to kill him for fighting at her party, Adrian glanced up at her his messy brown hair sticking to his forehead and his nose was dripping blood "Your bleeding ew." Bailey squealed screwing her face up in disgust watching him bring his hand up his nose and wipe the blood away, revolting. "I'm bleeding....cool" He drunkenly shook his head, feeling a little worse for wear and possibly concussed by Tito's fat head. Screwing up his face as Bailey ranted at him he looked around for Jordin and couldn't see her anywhere, great she had taken off and now because of Tito everything was fucked up.

"Where's Jordin?" he asked Bailey still looking around the club for the petite blonde, Bailey raised a brow at him and dropped her hands to her side "Is this what this is about, Jordin?" Pursing her lips together Bailey glanced around the club, no not looking for Jordin but instead for a nice strong cocktail, glancing back at Adrian she gave him a sad smile and offered him a pathetic shrug "You know, you could of always just been honest with her from the start." Simple advice from his drunk sister, Adrian returned Bailey's sad smile and let out a small sigh and walked away he had to try and find Jordin, she was obviously upset with what she had heard stupid dip-shit Tito involving Adrian in all of this, the guy needed to be punched and Adrian even though he had done it he still felt like shit.

Bailey watched Adrian walk into the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies to look for Jordin, the whole excitement of the fight had fizzled out shortly after it started. Turning to Tito, Bailey glared at him and placed her hands on her hips "I haveee every right to kick youuu out right now, pulling that shit - Adrian is meant to be your friend and you pull some stupid thinggg like this and make him feel like shittttt, Titooo what where you thinking, oh that's right you weren't." Bailey snapped turning away, she needed another drink and quick smart gosh she felt like she was sobering up, not fun at all. Finally spotting a cocktail waiter she grabbed to cosmopolitan's of his tray, downing one and placing the glass back on his tray receiving an amused glance as from him as she sipped the other and danced back towards her friends minus Daphne "Ohh my gosh my brother just totally got into a fight over Jordin Ames then took off after her weird."

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[Nathan Street]

nate STREET.


I haven't said enough.
I thought that I heard you laughing.
I thought that I heard you sing.
I think I thought I saw you try.
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.
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Sometimes, like on days like today, Nathan Street wished he lived on another planet. Somewhere far, far away where drugs, alcohol and sex are illegal; and somewhere where people are actually human again. Like, go back four hundred odd years, and chances are, people are completely different than what they are like day. Of course, he had been to parties before, and had seen the beautiful, teenage girls falling over themselves with drunken actions. It was obvious that he had witnessed people trying out new and dangerous street drugs, only to collapse and almost overdose twenty minutes later. If you go over to the dark side, and name the dirtiest thing you ever heard, I’ll bet you fifty dollars that Nate Street had seen it before. He had, surprisingly, never done anything of these calibres – but he had seen and heard the worst of the worst. So, really, a drunken mess like the one he was seeing currently was nothing. But, still, there was a part of him that was disgusted. But, again, business is business.

He had seen people get shot execution style. He had seen a young, innocent girl get raped and then farther tainted. He had seen people get branded for amusement. He had seen people die of overdoses. It wasn’t an unknown thing that Nathan Street knew his way around the darker side of life. In fact, he often lurked there more than the bright side. After all, the dark side does[i/] have cookies. But, then again, the thought of that other planet would settle into his mind and everything would be changed. Instead of standing with a nasty smirk on his face, eyes dancing with amusement and a drunken girl on his arm, Nate would always close his eyes and wait for the torturous scene to end. He had once found those pained whimpers amusing, satisfying even. But that was before he was turned off of alcohol, drugs and sex. Now? It disgusted him

As much as he hated to admit it, Nate knew that he had to be here. Besides having a hefty rent to pay, a party like this was often a recipe for disaster. Of the local drug dealers, there were very few of them that he actually trusted with more than a few pennies. The majority of his “kind” were dirty, greasy bastards looking for sex and money in these high school girls. Like it was a sport. No, it was a common thing to rip these people off. All too often did Nate see those guys slip some crystal Meth in with their pot plants. Even out of the other dealers – the real ones – that he trusted, it wasn’t a rare thing for them to take advantage of someone every so often. As for Nate, he was the odd man out again. He wasn’t interested in alcohol, was turned off of sex, and had sworn to himself never to touch a drug. He was a dealer, not a pusher. He drove a fancy car and spoke in long words; the pushers were skinny and homeless, with rusted vehicles and barely knew English. Chances are, any one of them would be taking advantage of Daphne right now.

Raising his eyebrows and smiling softly at Daphne’s drunken ranting, the Irish male merely pushed himself into a standing position. His blue eyes sweeping over the pretty brunette, he merely shook his head wordlessly. She definitely was more of a mess when drunk than when Bailey was – most of the time. “No, I didn’t. But I’ll store that away for Jeopardy,” smirking with amusement, he kicked his accent into the thick drawl he had often used back in Dublin. Moving his eyes towards the dance floor once more, almost self-conscious, he saw that the birthday girl was busy hiding behind her friends. Wow, did he really care about her opinion that much? Mentally kicking himself, the Ireland native blew a frustrated sigh before straightening his dishevelled self up once more.

Pulling one of his long, thin hands from his pocket, Nate lightly wrapped his left fingers around Daphne’s arm, steadying her slightly. How embarrassing would it be to fall over at your best friend’s birthday party? As much as he wanted to decline, he was in no position to ask questions. Nathan Street doesn’t ask questions, he does his job. Cocaine, hm? A popular choice among Valkyrie Academy students, he had realized a few months ago. Reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, he casually withdrew a folded paper bag. “All I can say is don’t cut yourself on the razor blade. And just be careful, okay?” Arching one of his eyebrows once more, he let both of his arms drop to his sides once more after placing the bag on the bar’s countertop. Looking at the popular quad girl with his bright eyes, Nathan fell wordless as he continued to examine the girl closely. He had never marked the infamous Daphne Hayes for a drug addict. But who the fuck was he to judge? Especially when he had the biggest urge to look over onto that dance floor yet again. Frowning slightly, his pale cheeks reddening slightly, he merely nodded at the bag. “Uh, yeah. First time buyer, no charge, or whatever. Good luck,” his accented voice more Americanized once again, almost rushed, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze before pushing his way through the crowded Les Deux dance floor.

Why did he care so much?

Pushing up the sleeves of his wrinkled shirt once more, Nate nearly tripped over Kiran before reaching Bailey. He was here to make this month’s rent, not care about some silly little high school girl. God, he hated life. Levelling his gaze to the calm, pale one she knew so well, the Irish fellow matched his own eyes with Bailey. So, she was busy ranting about her brother and Tito. Big fucking deal. What now? Good job for making an ass out of yourself, Street. “Listen, Bailey…” frowning to himself, and then stopping in mid-sentence, he quickly rethought his wording. “Daphne wishes you a happy birthday?” He wasn’t so good at being awkward. Too bad awkward has passed into full-blown confused humiliation.

[Logan Bishop]

logan connelly

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He had been doubting tonight, and whether or not he should come. Logan knew the popular kids, he wasn’t necessarily one of them, but he was close enough and was known around enough as Parker’s cousin to get into parties without question. It was nice actually, he didn’t have all the problems and drama that came with being popular, yet enough people knew his name to guarantee he wasn’t a complete loser. Coming to Valkyrie however, hadn’t been about becoming popular or ruling any school, he was fine falling into Parker’s shadow; it allowed him to just be able to do what he wanted, but on those days where he wanted to get into parties like this, or simply become part of the popular crowd, he could. It was a little embarrassing sometimes, but whatever, Logan was above all that now, he knew there were worse things in life. All doubts were erased from his mind when he sat beside Nina at the bar. Seeing her here tonight made him feel stupid for thinking about not coming.

Logan smiled at her greeting, trying not to get ahead of himself here. Even though he felt like he had a handful of experience when it came to girls, Logan was sure that this was the first time he had really had a crush on a girl – or at least a crush that he really wanted to act, but at the same time embarrassed him greatly at the mere thought of bringing up his feelings and Logan isn’t exactly shy. He has no problem voicing his opinion to anyone who wants to listen, but even talking to Parker about Nina was hard. It had to be this way for a lot of people, but Logan couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with him. Like right now, as Nina told him he looked really nice right now, with that cute little blush taking over her face, Logan wanted to blush to. It must be nauseating for anyone around them, the sweetness that was oozing from them simply talking to each other had to be detectable.

"I wondered when I was going to see you tonight."

He shrugged, accepting the compliment, but not reading too much into it, not that he needed too. She was simply returning the favour, and no matter how much he hoped she was being genuine, Logan didn’t want to get too uptight about it. He had spent a solid hour, at least getting ready for tonight and even on the way here had been sceptical about his outfit. He didn’t know if it would be too formal, or too casual or more importantly if it would help impress Nina. That was getting important he decided, the more they hung out, the more he wanted to show her all that he could do, hoping it would lead to her liking him back. He was a decent dresser on most days, and if that was going to help swing the vote, then hell he’d step it up. Logan was committed to this, and hopefully that shone through.

With a small smile on his face, he cleared his throat. ”Me too. I haven’t been here too long and thought I might have missed you or something. Did I mention you look awesome?” he asked, knowing full well that he already had mentioned it. He leaned in a little closer. ”Because you do.” Awesome? Of all the words he could have used to describe how she looked, he went with awesome. So romantic. For someone who usually had no problems with words, this was the second time around her that he couldn’t think straight and say anything worth while. Smiling shyly, he looked down at his feet, before bringing his eyes back up to meet hers.

[kelseylewington]

charlie & kelsey

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i never waited for that special one,
i thought I'd settle for a setting sun.
tonight's the night we get this party on...
and on, and on, and on and on and on.
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”Oh my god, thank you so much Charlie, you are seriously a life saver.” Kelsey slid into the passenger seat of her good friend Charlie’s car gracefully and fastened her seat beat as he pulled away. ”No problem, glad I could be of service.” The british male shot her a sheepish grin before looking both ways to pull off of Prince Philip Drive and towards the highway which would take them to Bailey’s party in L.A. ”Sorry I’m late by the way, got caught in some things at home and time got away from me.”

[/color] It wasn’t like Charlie to be late, well, not when people were waiting on him and he hadn’t warned them in the first place. But his step-mom had to be a quick run to the store and Beatrice was sleeping already, so she needed someone to watch his two younger step-siblings. It was only supposed to be quick, and in retrospect it was, but he ended up getting stuck in a game of Sorry instead of getting ready and ended up taking more time then he thought. He had held back any complaints, especially since his step-mom seemed to be a lot more on edge lately, with the elder McPherson sibling in town. Bea was still depressed and Jordy didn’t do well with pessimism and moping around. She loved her step-children, she really did, but it felt like her house, and specifically her kitchen was being taken over by Beatrice and she had to repress all of her frustration, so Charlie didn’t mind giving her twenty minutes to run to the store. But now he was late, and as he pressed on the gas pedal a little more, hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.

With a soft smile, feeling the car accelerate a little more, Kelsey looked out the window before rolling her head back to look at Charlie. ”Don’t worry about it. I always appreciate a couple extra minutes, especially today.” Kelsey hadn’t planned on coming tonight, well she had been but for the last couple days she had been stuck at home with a horrible stomach flu and didn’t feel up to much of anything. It had only been a couple hours or so when she decided she felt well enough to come. She was still rethinking it, but as Charlie sped towards the highway’s on ramp, it was a little too late to back out. Plus it would be nice to get out and hang out with her friends again. Trey hadn’t mentioned coming and she didn’t want to make him – it had been quite a while since she had been out on her own and not with a boyfriend or date of some sort. ”Make sure you let me know if you’re about to puke Kels, seriously.”[/color] Charlie sent her a look, one that kind of reminded her of her father as Kelsey laughed a little. ”I’m being serious! Let me know and I’ll pull over. Just don’t throw up in here.”[/color]

Shaking her head, Kelsey looked back out the window, watching the scenery go past as they made their way towards L.A. ”I feel fine, don’t worry. I won’t throw up in your car.” Kelsey mocked him, sending a smirk his way before actually looking at her friend’s car, immediately admiring how nice it was, especially compared to hers. She was definitely due for a new one. ”Which is gorgeous by the way. I’m extremely jealous.” Charlie couldn’t help but laugh, especially seeing the amount of times he had driven Kelsey places. Well considering most of the time she was drunk maybe it wasn’t so surprising she was just appreciating it now. ”Thanks, it’s kinda my baby and it doesn’t like people puking in it.” It wasn’t new or anything, but Charlie was the type who took pride in driving an expensive car. And yes, even though Charlie would love to claim he paid for the vehicle himself, his father had bought it for him, but he didn’t want to be like your stereotypical rich kid and crash it or destroy it in some way. He respected it way too much.

”Speaking of your baby, where’s Charlie at?” It wasn’t until now that Kelsey thought about Charlie Wood, one of her good friends and the he-Charlie’s girlfriend. ”Is she coming tonight?” Charlie nodded, sending a look to the clock to note the time. He didn’t know what time she was getting there, and would feel bad if she had been waiting a long time, but then she had friends of her own and could surely cope without him for forty five minutes or so. ”Yah, I’m meeting her there actually.” Kelsey nodded, and reached over for the radio dial and attempted to find something decent to listen to.

The rest of the ride Charlie and Kelsey listened to music, and made small talk and as Charlie pulled into the Les Deux parking lot, he shot another look at the clock. They had made decent time – traffic hadn’t been that bad and he wasn’t shy with the gas pedal. Walking into the club, Kelsey shot him a smile and told him goodbye before running off to see some friend of hers, and Charlie made his way around, saying hi to anyone worth his time while keeping an eye out for Charlie. Spotting her, he made his way in her direction before coming up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Charlie smiled to himself as he bent his head down to whisper in her ear. ”Hey beautiful.” [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

coco anne jason

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that heny and cola got me like a soldier
she ready for rover i couldnt control her

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saturday janurary 27th 2007 - a crazy night

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Jason was pretty surprised that he wasn't Latino, because he always seemed to seduce his women in a very 'Dirty Dancing - Havana Nights' kind of way. People seem to ask, "how did Brianna and Jason come to be.. this?". It's a journey through the same kind of setting as this Winter's night. Nothing had changed.. that much. Except all the shitty drama they had gone through that shouldn't had even happened. But even tonight, as Jason ass grabbed her, stole other people's drinks and such, something was very similar from the time they met. She still stood out beyond the rest. Brianna Malinda certainly had that gorgeous affect, and maybe she should feel intimidated because he'd slept with first class models with much more confidence. However, they didn't withhold that.. Bee thing. Jason couldn't explain it.

The main problem was.. back then, Jason had just gotten Bella pregnant before she fled. He thought she was gone for good. And now that two girls that made his head get cloudy were in the same room? He was having a hard time focusing. "Scandal, huh? Let's just hope Scandal Star doesn't catch anything..That is, unless you want her to." Jason winked, as he twirled her around, her blonde hair flipping on the dance floor, then swung the petite cheer leader back in his arms. His voice craved a smoke, but his pelvis wanted something else. "Depends on if you're the kind of cat that does it on a stage or in a closet." Jason smirked. For him? He almost had sex in a club in Las Vegas, after being on drugs, right on the table. So, of course, he was both. With Bee, he'd want to push her naked out on the stage and into his arms. That way, it'd give all the guys a peak, and then a jealous rage. Jason liked affection, male or female viewing.

"I won't deny anything." Brianna said as she gave him a kiss. "But I know I'm not the only one who wants to repeat that closet moment." Jason raised his eyebrows, as he stopped dancing. She wasn't a tease like Daphne Hayes or Amanda Summitt. He knew what she wanted, so damn it, he was willing to give it to her. Not speaking a word, he wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her through the club. Pleasure, want, need - all those emotions filled up into his horn dog form, as he pushed Brianna right up against a deserted wall near the janitor's closet. Running his fingers aggressively through her blonde locks, he grinned as he kissed her just as roughly. "I expect that you aren't lying. You want my pollen, don't you little Bee?" Jason teased, as he opened the door handle while passionately kissing her. He'd only had sex with her once before, the night they met. Interestingly enough, this one was bound to be the one he most remembered. Emotions, emotions, emotions.

Back at the couches, Peter and Coco, an infamous pair even if their meeting was new, were soft and cozy. With her bright dress encircling around his dress pants, where her panties pressed against his thigh, she couldn't picture any better place. And for a millisecond, she did wonder what would a parent think of her. She knew well enough what the students and young adults thought of her. There had been a couple experiences with parents, but honestly, any kind of parent varied in Valkyrie. Either they were rich, drug addicts, gold diggers, poor, disgruntled, too strict, too lenient - or good in bed. Yes, Coco had done a couple fathers in Valkyrie, but we'll leave out the names to your vivid imagination. Anyways, every boy she straddled, she could imagine their poor little mothers cowering in the corner, crying for their innocent baby. Please.

And as Coco kissed Peter, there was a feeling. That overcoming feeling of.. safety? She wasn't sure. Excitement as well. Not that sexual, boring humping style, but that feeling that this person actually gave a damn. Coco adored attention, and normally didn't give a damn. When a man did, it either drove her away or simply made her question him more. For Mr. Fischer, it was the second. She could tell all this by the movement of his lips and their clothing sex. He was trailing his hands nearly over every inch of her skin, as she brought her hand to the back of his neck and stroked it with her finger nail. "We need to get a room.... now." Oh yes, they hadn't had sex yet. To be honest, that was a surprise to Ms. Lehoux. But by this already display of affection? She couldn't agree more. However, before she was to have sex with a man, she wanted him to be fresh, right? The sweat from the club drained the both of them. "Freshen up, call a hotel. You're taking me for a ride, Peter." She grinned. When Peter soon left, she glanced boredly at another water polo stud, whom was playing with the olive from his alcohol. Adolescents. She shook her head, as she crawled over and straddled the water polo player, taking more sips of alcohol. She was nearly forgetting every moment passing by, as well as the order she had given Peter. For in a few seconds, she bit the olive from the water polo's mouth and had a tongue wrestling match, as he toppled on her.

You'll regret that, Coco. You'll regret that.

And finally to add to this batch of party people, there was the BBAD girls. Minus Daphne. "Anneeee, shutup oh myyy goddd he is looking over here." Anne giggled, as she wrapped her arm around the birthday girl, drink in hand with a smile that burned flashbulbs. "You admit itttt, little hoeeee!" She teased, laughing as she dragged her shoulder off to down some more alcohol. Classy, sassy. "Plusss, I did not have sweaty eye sex with him, I just glanced at him, yeah thats it." Anne raised her eyebrows, as she laughed at Bailey. "Oh my God! Like, stop lying! Eye sex is wayyy worse than real sex, go like, do it or something. Shit, I don't know. Woo!" Anne said, giggling as she twirled around as if she was the princess of the party. Give her a couple drinks and she's bound to get.. psychopathic. And of course, the last thing she had said, she lied. She was still a virgin, go figure. Even when drunk, she kept that firm secret true.

Anne glanced over, for time passed and all of a sudden, Bailey was grumpy. "Cheer up bitch! You're a BBAD girl and you're eighteen! If I see oooneee more frown on that face, I swear, I'm mooning you and this whole party. To smile at my gleaming ass - oooh more? You life savor." Anne grinned at the waiter, whom stared at her disapprovingly. Yeah, Anne's dress did cost more than that waiter's apartment, cry a fucking river. Meanwhile, as Anne half danced, half scanned the room, she saw a familiar figure on the couches. She smirked, but before she could make her drunken arrival over, Bailey was back.. again? She needed to stop.. moving. Anne couldn't keep track, or maybe just wasn't paying attention. "Ohh my gosh my brother just totally got into a fight over Jordin Ames then took off after her weird." That made her eyebrows raise. "Whaaat? This world is soo fucking weird. First Haley doing a sex tape, now Jordin actually being fought over? Oh - look! Wade!" Anne said in drunken slurs, quickly off topic as she dragged herself to the couches, plopping down next to Wade Bennett.

"How are youuu? Enjoying the drink - I mean.. party..?" Always a memorable entrance.
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[Paolo Giovanni]

paolo & chanel
``TIME STANDS STILL

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him & her, life is turned
the day i knew you would leave
i can barely breathe. can you hear me scream?
you, thrown in all directions. you, epitome of perfection
time is standing still

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"I'm not going anywhere."

Her voice was music to his ears for she really spoke to him, not to tell him to leave her alone. It was to inform him that whatever happened between them was nothing. Well, it and always be something, but they moved on it. No girl was going to break them up, and if someone did, Paolo was going to have to trump his proposal, he couldn't use it twice...where was the fun in that, anyways? Besides, who could top this? Paolo made a horrible mistake and he had no intentions on abusing her trust again. She was giving him a second chance he was screwing this one up at all. He had never been so...mesmerized by a single girl, but when he was with Sam...well, look at him! he was proposing, begging, he was a romantic mess and all the while, determined to fix his mistakes.

Paolo finally broke into a grin and lept up from his position on the floor. He pulled her extremely close to him, letting go of her hand and he held her close to him, his arms wrapped around her waist. He still had the ring in one hand but that didn't stop him from being as close as he could be to her. He had to make up for lost time, after all. He leaned forward and gave her a very eager kiss. It felt amazing to be with her again, feel her lips on his. He smiled at her as they broke away. "Good. Even though, I still would have chased you until we would be in this very exact moment." He chuckled a little and continued, "As you can see, I don't give up on things easily."

Paolo had given up a lot of things in his lifetime. He gave up life in Italy when he was little as much as he didn't want to leave for America. He gave up leading a normal life, seeing as that was nearly impossible to do with his family. How would you like it when you would invite friends over to only get bombarded with questions of why there are so many people walking in and out of their house. Tragic of all, Paolo had to give up in sports. Mainly his love for boxing with his asthma condition that attacked when he did too much excercise, physical strain, and things like boxing. Maybe giving up on something like that motivated him on not to give up on things that really meant something to him. Things like Sam. So then, he wouldn't let something major to him, just slip on by as he waved to it. No, Paolo would go down fighting. And so, he did... and won.

He stepped away, fainlly seeing some of the people that just stood their, gawking at them. Paolo then showed Sam the ring again. He took the ring out, placing the box in his pocket. He held the ring in his thumb and index finger, and showed it to Sam again. "So, let's try this again. Samanda Malinda,"[/color] he said, grabbing her hand and lifting it towards him. "Would you do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" He offered up the ring as he slipped it on her ring finger before intertwining his hand with hers and giving her another kiss. "Sam you know what?" he asked her and, looked serious for a moment, looking in her big brown eyes, "I love you. And I'm sorry we had to be apart for me to realize it."[/color]
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"Well, come on who wouldn't. Fuck Chanel, if I was your dad I would have castrated him right there. But come on it was just a fling right?"

So fidgety, Chanel was tonight, which the very composed New Yorker never was. Always riding on the highest horse and looking down at people. She hugged her arms as she was walking with Tess and didn't like the way her hair was blowing on her shoulders. She was on edge for no apparent reason and she hated the idea that she didn't feel like herself. "Uh, right. Silly me to get involved with someone seventeen years my senior." She thought about it, even if she was saying wasn't true. She'd probably never see him again, so did it matter how she said it went down?

"No one by the name Contes-- on the list. Back of the line."

At any other event where she was 'not on the list.' Well, actually, nothing like that would ever happen anyway. She was always on lists. But when the bouncer at first wouldn't let them in, she just stood there, unfazed and bored, and let Contessa work her sex appeal into letting the guy let them in. After a few moments, the guy unhooked the rope and let them in. She gave him a small smile, feeling a tad sorry for him. Being a bouncer would suck. Watching all the fabulous teens and sometimes celebs, walk through a rope that you thought you controlled. That was until girls like Contessa completely won you over and persuaded you to let them in.

She was being pulled more into the club by Contessa when she heard her say, "Did you see is face? Oh my god, that was priceless." She nodded, even if Contessa couldn't hear her, "Oh yeah, he totally thinks he's getting something. He reminds me of Charlie." Charlie, being the bouncer down at Underneath. "Just more pathetic."[/color] Charlie was a big beefy guy. Chanel still had the same opinion on all bouncers, but Charlie was a lot nicer and seemed to look out for some of the other girls if guys got too...friendly. "And he has a thing for you." Also true since, as a short amount of time Chanel was down there, he shamelessly flirted with her. Too bad Contessa would lead him on, like she just did with the one outside, still thinking about her.

Tessa seemed to bee-lined her way over to the bar and Chanel followed her. When Contessa ordered alcohol, Chanel one; knew they only had one ride home and two; the 'p' word. She frowned. "Um, anything. Non-alcoholic."[/color] She added the last part quickly before Tessa could say anythign she said, "What? One of us has to be the designated driver."[/color] As she waited on her drink, she felt Contessa tug on her dress. "You might want to rethink that hon'."

"Oh? And why is that?"[/color] she hsaid, giggling a bit. Then, she felt herself being turned and she saw what Contessa was looking at. Her eyes widened as she let out a gasp. She had to be seeing things. Was that really Cornelius sitting not too far away drinking? She turned back to Contessa. "Shut, shit, shit. Why the fuck is he here?"[/color] she was creeping up into a state of panic and she brushed her hair out of her developing red face. "Tess, what do I do?"[/color]
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[wade]

wade bennett

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'cause I've spent the night dancing
I'm drunk, I suppose
if it looks like I'm laughing
I'm really just asking to leave
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This was a shitty week to be Wade Bennett. The man who was usually on top of the world, despite whatever may be happening, he could still look past it and convince himself he was the man. He didn’t need anyone to tell him he was good looking or charming, Wade was quite confident in himself and had no problem assuming the best when it came to everything he did. It was a plague really, being so full of yourself and incapable of believing there is anyone better. Maybe that’s why he was alone now, sitting on the couch of Les Deux, nursing a very strong drink and contemplating how he had gone from being the shit to simply some guy with a broken heart. Maybe it was his subconscious that caused him to push everyone away because he simply couldn’t believe that there was someone good enough for him out there. He was too above this school and all the people that went there and next year… oh he couldn’t wait for next year. Assuming he passed all his classes this term and graduated, he’d be away in University, or perhaps back home in Toronto where all his past troubles would have been forgotten and he could be in the company of his real friends.. those he could stand to surround himself with.

Maybe this was why Mollie had cheated on him – he had lowered his standards to be with her and now her real self was shining through. The girl that was just one big whore who couldn’t keep it her pants and Wade should have never associated himself with someone like her. Too bad he couldn’t believe it. No matter how highly Wade held himself, and how truly arrogant he was, he had loved Mollie and hated that they had come to this. Their first break-up – the one that was his fault for the most part – had been difficult. He had felt lost, and as cliché as it is, as if a part of him was missing. All it took was a little begging, a little pleading, him telling her that he was sorry, and boom, they were together again. It had been hell, but becoming a couple again hadn’t been too difficult. Now, well now was a whole other story.

It was her fault, not his, and no matter what he did, it wouldn’t make things better because this time it wasn’t his own actions that made him hurt, it was someone else’s. Wade had honestly never felt like this before and felt lame and pathetic that he had become so involved with one person and cared this much when it was over. He was pissed as hell, but still heartbroken and the combination of emotions brought out a different side of him. He didn’t want people to know what she had did to him for fear that it would compromise him in their eyes – he couldn’t let them see how much he was hurting.

So far it wasn’t working.

Taking a big gulp of the sour alcohol, Wade felt the burn all the way down his throat, as he sat back rather lazily, watching all the girls on the dance floor. He had been out there only moments ago before he decided to take a seat on the sidelines and enjoy the view. He wasn’t there long before he heard a familiar voice and watched as the petite body the voice belonged to plopped down beside him. Ahh, Miss Lévesque, definitely a sight for sore eyes. He couldn’t help but note the obvious drunkenness for which she spoke with. A sly smile came over his face as he took another gulp, so that the glass was almost empty, and contemplated how he should actually answer her question. He was barely buzzed and not exactly in the condition to spill all his secrets with no repercussions.

”I’m pretty shitty,” he admitted, with only a half serious tone to his voice, the smile still curved over his lips. ”But much better now that you’re here.” Winking at her, he took the last drink of his drink, and licked his lips clean, muttering an ”Mhmm” to her comment about the drink. ”How about you little miss alkie, huh? You seem to be enjoying yourself.”