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

[Nina Suresh]

nina suresh
Everytime you're near baby
I get kinda crazy in my head for you
I don't know what to do
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Right now, something clicked inside Nina. As Logan smiled at her, she knew that this wasn't just one of her usual crushes that lasted a few days or weeks. This was big. So why couldn't she just do something about it? Of course not, Nina had been brought up being told over and over again that the girl couldn't make the first move. It was unladylike and strongly unadvised. Her mother was a little bit old fashioned which couldn't be helped. Plus, it meant that Nina rarely had to worry about being rejected since she waited for the guy to do something first. Unfortunately tonight she had no idea how Logan felt and all she wanted to do was ask him but she didn't have enough nerve to do that. Well at least not right now. Maybe later tonight after she'd talked to him a little more.

Nina felt butterflies in her stomach when Logan spoke again and she found herself having the sudden urge to squeal. Of course she repressed this urge but she couldn't stop her smile from widening. "I only got here a few minutes ago myself." Nina quickly assured him. So he had been wanting to see her too. At least she wasn't falling for a guy who has no interest at all in her. Logan did seem to like her, although Nina couldn't be sure. She'd had plenty of experience with guys who acted as though they liked her just so she would fall for them but they always had other motives and it was rarely because they actually liked her too. It was odd how Nina almost always picked the wrong guys, or perhaps they picked her because she did have a look of innocence about her. All the same, Nina felt like taking a chance tonight because it just seemed to feel right. She wasn't always certain when it came to relationships because her heart always told her to go for it but her brain told her that she really did need to be careful. So she was wary but all the same, it was hard to think anything bad about Logan right now.

"...Did I mention you look awesome?”

Nina bit her lip with a smile. Here she was falling faster and faster. With a shy giggle, she nodded. "Well you said great but I suppose it's different." she commented with a slightly coy smile. As Logan leaned in closer, Nina bit her lip shyly and watched him with her dark brown eyes. When Logan said she did look awesome, she ducked her head down with another blush, feeling a little silly for blushing so much. "Thanks." she said softly, peering through her eyelashes at Logan. When he glanced at the floor with a shy smile, Nina felt herself needing to say something but she couldn't think of anything. All she could think about was how good looking Logan was. She tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear and glanced down at her dress. It had taken her way over an hour before she had been ready to leave and most of that hour had been taken up by her choosing which dress. It was different from the usual cute but casual dresses that she was usually seen in. The black dress was a lot more sophisticated than usual but perfect for tonight.

Nina suddenly became aware of the fact that she hadn't spoken in a few moments and looked up into Logan's eyes, her smile still in place and it widened a little as she locked eyes with him. "So.." she paused, licking her lips unconsciously as she tried to remember what she had been about to say. "Haven't seen you around Happy Falcon since the other day." she commented, raising her eyebrows at him with a smile. By the other day, of course she meant the day they had met. "You should stop by more often. It's more fun serving people I like." As soon as she spoke, Nina wondered if that had been too obvious. She was going to say people she knew but the word 'liked' slipped out instead. Nina watched Logan closely, praying that he hadn't noticed her slip-up. Sure, she wanted him to like her back but she didn't want to be too obvious. Nina felt the butterflies in her stomach again and inwardly kicked herself for being so nervous right now. She just needed to relax a little but it was seemingly impossible with Logan next to her.

[Bailey Mitchell]

bailey mitchell

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Well there's a secret I've been perfecting,
I swore I wouldn't but you let me.
I'm comfortably confused,
You've gotten so removed...
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Everything was moving way too fast for the Australia birthday girl, grinning back at Anne offering her a lame shrug in reply to her comment before watching her friend prance - or was it drunkenly stumble? - over to that Wade guy who was totally dating Mollie, or did they break up? Oh maybe Mollie finally bagged herself a shag with Freddy Truelove and Wade found out and they had like this amazingly dramatic break up oooh scandal. Holding the empty cocktail glass in front of her face frowning and tipping it upside down, had she drank another one already? Scanning the club she let out a frustrated sigh and screwed her face up in annoyance, really shouldn't they be like making sure the birthday girl always had a drink in hand? It was only the right thing to do. Uh yeah Bailey Mitchell just two small problems there, your underage and have already had a bit too much but she would never admit that her party slogan was 'go hard, or go home' and everyone new the quad girls partied hard, maybe a bit too hard at times.

Well what was a party without trashed BBAD girls anyway? Oh nothing.

Flinging her head around and dancing drunkenly she let out a squeal of delight when a cocktail waiter passed "About fuckinngg time." she plucked a cocktail glass from his tray and rolled her eyes ignoring the same disapproving glance that Anne had received earlier "Listenn buddy, make sure you keep these cominggg I'm totally sobering up over here." Right. Turning her back on 'waiter guy' she noticed Nate again still with Daphne seriously what the fucking hell was going on? Wasn't Daphne meant to be here with her not all over some random guy, well Nathan Street was hardly a random at least not to Bailey. Her eyes narrowed into a glare when Nate wrapped his hand around Daphne's arm and Bailey's stomach started to feel all....wrong and it wasn't the alcohol coming back up either. Oh god she was jealous, she was fucking jealous that Daphne was by the bar flirting with Nathan Street, she felt so pathetic standing on the dance floor shooting angry glances at a guy she hardly knew and her best friend because she liked him. Anne was right she totally did eye sex Nate earlier and then get embarrassed when he just looked over at her and she liked him.

Wow, this was weird. Turning away from the Daphne/Nate scene she downed her cosmopolitan and placed a hand to her forehead and drew in a sharp breath. This was no time to freak out, and she was drunk maybe she just felt this way cause she was drunk, Nate was an alright looking guy and all so it could be just a drunk attraction or something like that, yeah that was it. Shaking her head, she attempted to compose herself shooting a drunk grin at the girls around her now to just dance, drink some more and push any thoughts about Nathan Street out of her mind.

“Listen, Bailey…”

Bailey had just reached out to grab another cocktail when Nate appeared in front of her, letting out a shriek of surprise she jumped back giving him a confused look her mouth gaping open slightly as he spoke, and she said she was sobering up right? Raising a brow as he spoke she bought the glass to her lips and sipped the cocktail, he was wishing her 'happy birthday' on behalf of Daphne? He was kidding...right? She quickly glanced around to look for Daphne not spotting her best friend she turned back to Nate and narrowed her eyes her lips pursed together. Bailey had to witness them being all 'flirty' and now Nate thought he could just come over to her and she would be alright? No. Placing a hand on her hip she kept her narrowed eyes on him and drank from her cocktail before speaking or slurring"Daphhh couldn't tell me thisss herself, too busy for her best friend nowwww, too busy flirting with youuuu?" She let out a bitter laugh and shook her head, if she had been sober their was no way in hell she would be saying these things to Nate, funny thing is she had never actually spoken to him sober. "Well guess what buddyyyy, it doesn't work like thatt" gulping down the rest of her cocktail she shoved the glass onto the tray of a passing waiter, she didn't grab another cocktail she needed something much stronger then that now, the appearance of Nate had made her feel unsure and angry, angry that he didn't realize that she liked him even though she had only just realized this herself it was frustrating her, and something she didn't handle well was frustrating situations especially when she was drunk.

Her drunk rant at Nate didn't stop there, pointing her empty cocktail glass at the Irish male she let rip once again "And youuu know whatt else, your and assholeee justt like all the otherrr guyss in heree." Oh wow this was turning out to be on of those regretful drunken moments, swaying slightly she let out an over-dramatic sigh still waving the cocktail glass around like a loony "Youuu suck Nathann Streettt, thankss for ruininngg my night" Turning away Bailey stomped through the crowded club out towards the courtyard she needed air and a shot of vodka pronto. Well that had gone well a bit over dramatic but hey she got her point across, kind of. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]

[samantha]

• s a m a n t h a •
baby, i love you. you are my life.
my happiest moments aren't complete
if you weren't by my side
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les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
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Maybe it had been a good choice coming to Bailey's birthday party. If she hadn't none of this would have happened and Samantha would have been at home doing absolutely nothing. She would still be avoiding Paolo and just trying not to have anything to do with him. That would have been one mistake, because just look how things had just turned out. A horrible night for Sam had just turned into one of the greatest nights ever. The saying, "Things happen when you least expect it." couldn't be more true at the moment. This was the last thing that Samantha had expected tonight and it happened. And the girl just felt happy. Just simply happy - and it had been a few days since the last time she felt like this. Paolo managed to make her smile when no one else could [okay, he was the reason why she wasn't happy, but let's forget that part].

Her eyes followed Paolo as he got up from the ground, and then her lips touched his. It had been too long. Samantha felt amazing now. Not happy, but amazing. She just didn't know how else to describe how she felt, because it was just a type of feeling that there was no word for. "Good. Even though, I still would have chased you until we would be in this very exact moment." She smiled. That was something good to know. That meant that he really wanted her back and Samantha was glad to have him back. "As you can see, I don't give up on things easily." "I'm glad you don't. It makes things a whole lot easier for me." If he gave up, Samantha would probably have to be the one to try to get back with him and she already knew that she probably would be too nervous to do that- it was just who she was.

It wasn't hard for a lot of people to see or notice, but Samantha wasn't the kind of girl that really had the nerve or guts to do something. She just wasn't as confidence as some of the other girls in Valkyrie, so she was shocked and glad that she had found Paolo. He had to be one of the things in her life that made living in Valkyrie good. It's not like she enjoyed all the drama and gossip that went around in this place. She tried to avoid it all to be honest. There were some people who actually wanted to be talked about and Sam never understood why. Maybe that was another reason why she might have not been like some of the other girls in Valkyrie. Plus, she tried avoiding doing something wrong so that if there was people talking about her, it would be about a good thing.

"So, let's try this again. Samantha Malinda, Would you do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Without hesitation, Samantha said, "I can't believe you don't know the answer to that question." Since she didn't push Paolo away when he kissed her again, the answer should have been clear. Samantha realized that she was back with Paolo a few seconds after she said that. There was so much on her mind and it took her a while to realize certain stuff running around in her head. "Sam you know what?" Samantha was all ears. "I love you. And I'm sorry we had to be apart for me to realize it." Did he just say that? Did she hear everything right? He loved her. Did she love him? Samantha couldn't believe that she would have to think about the answer to that question. It took her a few seconds to reply since she was still slightly in shock, but then she spoke.

"Paolo, I love you too."
And indeed she did.

[Nathan Street]

nate STREET.


And I love the dirt that's on your knees.
And I like the way you still say please.
While you're looking up at me.
You're like my favourite damn disease.
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.
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If there was one thing that Nate hated more than anything, it was drama. He had never understood the strange fascination with having problems in your life. It was like it made you a better person or something – yeah, right. For him, having any sort of imbalance in his life simply made him unhappy. He had never been someone who thrived in chaos, or did well in a situation where there was problem after problem after problem. Unfortunately, his latest problem was someone he didn’t seem to want to get rid of. It was obvious that Bailey Mitchell was someone he would never normally socialize, or even interact, with. She was pretty, popular and a partier high up on the social ladder. Nate, on the other hand, was broody, average looking and an artist relatively low on the social ladder. While she spent her weekends shopping with the girls, and then partying up Valkyrie by night, Nate was on the other end of the spectrum. He would spend his own weekends sitting at Mellow Drinks, debating war and poverty, then crashing at his apartment with whomever and watch old movies, or play board games. Anything that didn’t involve sex, drugs and alcohol was what he did with his spare time. Talk about east meets west.

And, according to everyone, Bailey led a life that was filled to overflowing with drama; backstabbing bitch over here, sleeping with that guy over there. Whatever those people did, it was obvious that people like Nathan didn’t do anything like that. They didn’t drink, they stayed in long-term relationships, and they dressed modestly. Her world were all alcoholic hotties in designer clothing. Of course, there was the odd drug addicted slut in his circle of friends, but who was he to judge? He was probably the one supplying the drugs to that individual. Long story short, their lives didn’t very often intertwine. From what he had seen at Valkyrie Academy, the suffering artists were fairly high up on the ladder, thanks to the actors, the models and the singers who didn’t feel the need to tarnish their intense reputation. The suffering artists were, after all, generally intelligent and intense characters. They were smart and smooth, able to hold the social scene at their mercy. Lucky them. So, perhaps, he wasn’t a straggler on the bottom anymore. He was a central person in the confident, outspoken group who populated Mellow Drinks and People as regulars who knew the workers, and knew the latest café-filled gossip. Huh.

Either way, he was out of his element here. Friends or not.

And, exactly, what was a Mellow Drinks regular, who smoked and drank bitter coffee, doing in the center of the dance floor at the hottest club in Los Angeles? He was asking himself that very same question. It was extremely out of character for Nate Street to go up to someone, almost begging for forgiveness. He usually let things roll off him like water off a duck. Perhaps if Bailey was still the drunken little sister of Adrian, he would’ve caught her eye and smirked, cocking his eyebrow. But no, she was Bailey now. Adrian was the older brother to her now, not the other way around. He cared about someone who was so wrong for him, yet it felt so natural to help the troubled birthday girl. Ugh. He hated being frustrated, almost as much as this confusion was killing him. He liked control, remember.

Breathing heavily, Nate casually crossed his arms over his narrow midsection, standing completely still, despite the roaring music around him. Silently hitting himself for even trying to fit in, the Irish male merely shrugged and arched an eyebrow. Better be himself than try and fail to be one of these club hopping alcoholics. Ah, so she thought he and Daphne had been what, flirting? Did she know him at all? Nathan didn’t do romance, sex or flirting of any kind. He was like a robot. But, right now, he had stopped feeling bad. He didn’t even really feel guilty. He was simply frustrated with their entire…whatever. “Do you fucking know me at all?” Voicing his earlier thoughts, he simply scoffed bitterly. It was rare to see any sort of emotion besides calmness – anger, frustration, confusion [all of which he was displaying clearly] – and now, here he was, acting like he shouldn’t be. “I wasn’t flirting with her, and I wasn’t stealing her from you. I was doing my damn job.” His accent thickening again, frustration oozing thickly from his words, Nate blew an exasperated sigh, eyes wide.

Falling wordless as the Australian beauty fell into another one of her drunken rants, he merely let his arms fall to his side, looking fairly unimpressed. Since when he was like anyone around here? Yeah, she was drunk – more so than usual. Choosing not to reply to her insult, the Ireland native deflated his composure in trying to calm down. Yeah, this was about as angry as he got. Quiet, but his blue eyes were bright with confused fury and his words were thick, spitting with frustration. “It was my pleasure,” speaking softly, Nate watched her turn around and stomp from the dance floor and towards the door. Yeah, since when did he give up that easily? Rolling his eyes, the drug dealer silently weaved his way through the packed floor until he saw the bright red of her dress come in to view. Reaching his thin hand out and failing to grip her arm, like he intended, Nate merely watched her barging through the crowd. He hated frustration more than drama. “You want me to keep ruin your fucking night, you’ll keep walking away from me.” Raising his voice so the people around him looked in his direction, he merely flared out his nostrils. “I dealt cocaine to your best friend, Bailey. I got shitfaced and told you everything. I fucking cared, and you’re not even going to listen to me? Be a bitch, then.” His voice still raised loud, and his tone cold and bitter, the Irish male stopped following her at a distance. There you have it, the incredibly lame anger rants of Nathan Street.

[Jordin Ames]

Jordin Ames
we will run, we will crawl, Send me on my way, on my way
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It was hard for Jordin to really comprehend what was happening at the moment. Her whole body was focused on this one moment and she couldn't get it. Jordin stood there, in the middle of what was supposed to be the celebration of Bailey's birthday party, just watching, nervously as well, as a boy half tito's size attacked him. What had gotten into Adrian? Surely he wouldn't have logi- oh drunk again. great, but Jordin was rather sure this time she could trust he liked her. That was another thing, as scared as she was at the moment, the smallest part of her was really happy Adrian was jealous and that he did like her. She watched as Adrian just glared at Tito and as seemed to thinks things through as best he could with Adrian grabbing ahold of tito's collar. She opened her mouth to ask Adrian to walk away again but her voice failed her. She tried to walk towards him and touch his shoulder but her legs wouldn't carry her. She tried to look away but her nerves wouldn't listen. All she could do was watch.

Jordin watched adrian's face with all the drunken anger but then watched Tito as he spoke "If you would have given me a moment to explain, you dumb ass, we could have avoided this." Explain what? They had been doing what it looked like they were doing, there really wasn't much to explain. She gasped and covered her mouth and nose with her hands as Adrian was head-butted. They both staggered before Tito went slamming him them both down onto the ground, this couldn't happen. She was about to actually step forward and beg them to stop but two other guys got there first and to Jordin's everlasting gratitude pulled Tito off of Adrian. She looked at Adrian stepping towards to see if he was alright when tito spoke again, "Adrian, you dumbass! The freaking plan was about to work, and you screwed it over!" Jordin stopped and looked up at Tito, plan? And as he explained she took a few steps back, for the first time since the fight began not looking at either of them, not wanting to look at either of them... not able to look at either of them. As he continued it just got worse. Tito planned to make her fall for him and then break up with her so Adrian could be there to help. And it would have worked if a drunk Adrian hadn't forgotten through drunken stupor and ruined it. Basically she was being used again.

"We kinda left your presents at home though. Heh."

God why was she such an easy target for liars?! She still watched a piece of paper on the floor, a ripped part of napkin for it floated so slightly. It had been a lie? Another one? She was sick of it, guys like Joey and tito, if you don't want her than don't act like you do. At least her mother and aunt and father had been kind enough to set her straight and leave. But Tito never even had to get involved. Why would he? Regardless how adrian felt did he really want to get closer to her by watching his friend pull the rug out from beneath her feet? She shook her head slightly and even as Adrian began to stand up weakly she knew it was a tad stuffy at the party all of a sudden. So without saying a word she turned and made her way out of the club. She stepped outside and took a long deep breath before reaching into her purse and pulling out her cell. She dialed a number for a cab company she knew. They would be here soon.

She blinked back a tear, Laura wouldn't have had a tear over this. Laura was smarter and stronger than that. Damn it, maybe if Jordin had been stronger and told Adrian what had happened that night... this never would have happened. She never would have even met Tito, or maybe she would have because they were friends but... god damnit. She was so sick of being lied to. If you don't want her, tell her. If you do, tell her, just don't fake it. So I guess she had one more to add to the list of people she wasn't quite good enough for. Tito may have made mention that he did end up liking her but he obviously was perhaps trying to soften the blow since the plan was out anyways? Even if he did, not enough to tell her truth. And Adrian... she wasn't mad. She was just hurt and needed to breath. He needed to breath when she told him she had feelings for parker, now she needed to breath. She closed her eyes, her feet growing sore from just standing and heels hurt anyways. She stood for a moment on her left foot and pulled off her right shoe before doing the same with the other. she was now barefoot on the steps of an elite club in LA after watching two guys she cared about fight over and lie over her, sore feet and high heels in her hands. Why do these kind of things always happen to people from Valkyrie? at least since this was LA she knew it wasn't the location that cursed them.

[Bevin Turner]

bevin & daphne

[/b]
``WHERE I STOOD[/color]
there were sounds in my head,
little voices whispering,
that i should go & this should end
she who dares to stand where i stood[/size]
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One from across the room could tell how out of place and awkward Bevin looked, with her blonde hair looking limp under the club lights as she twsited in the barstool as if she was a child. Her hand nervously pulled her hair behind her ear and her legs kicked a little bit beneath her. She wasn't nervous about Miles sitting next to her. No, she could handle one boy approaching her to talk to her. She actually wasn't really all that surprised she would get approached tonight by someone she really never talked to. It was really only a matter of time before the guy would realize she wasn't quite the girl he expected to talk with tonight. She didn't flirt, didn't laugh at some lame joke, or find an excuse to touch his shoulder or leg. No, she talked to people as if she already knew them and if you were a guy; she would just talk to you like a friend. Not what you expected, huh?

"I guess we are. I'm not one to wear some tight-fitting dress anyway."

"I hope you wouldn't." She closed an eye and cocked her head to the side, her hair falling to the side and looking at him with a new view, "Because I don't think you have the body type to pull it off." She sat back up straight, tugging her hair behind her and breaking into a smile. "But don't worry. Neither do I. All that sitting with your legs crossed just so. Sucking in all the time. Or, walking. Yeah, I probably would fall over." She was using her hands to express little list and widening her eyes and rolling them to show how ridiculous it all was. Well, for her it was, and that was why she had a negative view on it.

But really, wasn't that what all guys liked? She knew if Regan was here he would be already burying his face into some girls chest. But, he was in some mysterious correctional facility, which to Bevin, sounded like a much classier version of rehab. She felt a little guilty. Him being sent there. She thought how maybe this all could have been avoided if she maybe send something earlier about Regan's growing addicition to pot. She was always around him, why hadn't she said something? Maybe even telling Riley and Reed, but, they probably already knew of it and didn't know what to say either. But, the cousin that was her same age, had to be coming back at sometime? Maybe he'd be changed boy. Clean? Would he be gone all summer too? That would really suck as well. Valkyrie was known for the surfing in the summer. How could he miss such a season?

"Yes I am and you're Bevin, Reed's cousin."

She nodded, a little surprised that he knew her name. Then again, he probably heard the rumor about her being a lesbian. That's how he probably heard of her. Or 'that other turner boy.' Oh yes, she has been called that too. Clever, huh? "Yup." She reached to get her drink and sipped it, when something across the club, caught her big blue eyes. She wiped her mouth with hand as she pointed past Miles' shoulder with her other. "Oh, Miles, is that your cousin proposing to that girl over there? Or, what is he doing?"[/color] She asked as she squinted, as if her already twenty/twenty vision would enhance. She got a good look of Paolo and the girl she knew of as Sam. "How..."[/color] she started but couldn't find words to finish the sentence.
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“All I can say is don’t cut yourself on the razor blade. And just be careful, okay?”

Daphne nodded slowly with a slurred 'yeah' as she regained some balance with the help of Nate steading her. She really had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, but with what judgement she had left, the tone sounded serious. She focused in as he placed a bag on the countertop. "Sweet, drugs." she thought to herself, knowing what it was from the moment he took it out of hsi pocket. Jeez, how much did he have hidden in his clothes? The thought left her head before she really had time to consider to ask him.

“Uh, yeah. First time buyer, no charge, or whatever. Good luck,”

She stopped digging in her purse, brown hair sloppily falling on her face. She flipped some of it back with her head and looked at him sincerely through her drunken bliss. She put a hand over her chest and said, "Aww, thank you! That's so nice." Looks like after all, she wouldn't have to spend a couple paycheck to buy some drugs afterall. How cool was that? Oh, it was cool. Daphne grabbed the bag and tried to stuff it into her clutch which was already too small to begin with and was filled beyond capacity. As she tried to jam it in there, a tube of lipstick fell out and rolled on the ground by her feet. "Crap," she said and bent down to pick it up, only to ditch it to make room for the baggy. She looked up at the crowd and couldn't find her best friends at all. One person she did find though was Linny Moore. Her friend she got drunk before. Oh, the innocence from her friend dripp from ever aspect in her body language. Daphne thought it was time for her to corrupt the little Moore.

Stumbling over to Linny she threw her arms around her. "Linnyyyy! I had noo idea you werrre comingg!" She grabbed her hand and started leading her towards some of the bathrooms. "I swear,"[/color] Daphne shouted over the music, "I haven't seen you since your jackass uncle yelled at me for bringing you home drunk."[/color] She was with Bailey that night. She already had a disliking toward the guy that was having this 'fling' with Chanel, her cousin. Daphne really didn't like Mr. Moore to yell at her outside of school. It was different in school, but outside, she wasn't taking the shit of bringing home her friend that had a little too much vodka. "I want to show you something,"[/color] Daphne said and pulled her along until they were in the bathroom.

Not too many people were even in there, most everyone was in the club. The bathroom was dimly lit and Daphne trugged Linny all the way to the corner, by the sinks. She opened her purse and pulled out the bag. "Want to get high with me?" She asked, raising and eyebrow and wiggling the bag in front of Linny's face.
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[amanda]

AMANDA

"Hm, maybe your not surprised because you know I am waaay cooler than everybody here"

[/color] she smirked and shrugged slightly, "and your wondering why I'm lowering my standards to hang out with these broads"[/color] she paused for a moment, "except Nikki, and well..you, of course."[/color] This Scott kid may have been new, but he was definitely making a good impression on Amanda. And trust me, Amanda wasn't an easy girl to please. If you were super sweet, you were too sweet and needed to toughen up; if you gave her attitude at the wrong moment, then you were a complete bitch. And by default, everybody was a slut in her book. She wasn't quite sure what it was about Scott just yet, but maybe she wouldn't be ditching him so soon after all.

"...but I'm horrible with surprises."

Amanda raised an eyebrow and gave a small look of shock, "Oh really? Well that's unfortunate cause.."[/color] she slowly looked him up and down, "I'm full of surprises"[/color] she was obviously eluding to the more sexual aspects of herself, and she was hoping that this Scott-kid would catch on, "So if your really that horrible with surprises, you probably can't handle me"[/color] she leaned on the bar and subtly smirked once again, "which would be a shame"[/color]. Part of her was putting the moves on Scott because he was hott and she was, well, Amanda Summitt. But the other part of her was doing it just to see how the boy would react. Was he the type of guy to shy away when put in the situation, or was he the type of guy to take full advantage of her forwardness. Some guys were sleezy when it came to hitting on girls, but Scott didn't seem that way, not yet at least.

"So, unless you want plain water, you should probably tell me what you want."

Amanda let out a small sigh and then smiled, "Okay, okay, I don't mind being the boy in the situation"[/color] she smirked and waved over the bartender, "Can I get 3 shots of your best vodka"[/color] she glanced over towards Scott, "And I'll get a green apple-tini for the wifey."[/color] Amanda knew how to throw back shots like no other, even if she was 'that drunken girl' only moment after. Truth be told she was planning on drinking all of the alcohol she had ordered, but she was willing to let Scott have the martini if he didn't mind having such a feminine drink. "No, no, it doesn't look like that"[/b] she replied when he asked if it looked like him and Nikki were together, "I was just making sure"[/color] she winked as the bartender poured them the drinks.

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LUKE

Luke only smirked and nodded as Lucy said that she wasn't really into Chester in the first place. Of course, that had been what Luke suspected, but it was especially nice to hear it from her. It was a well known fact that Luke was a player and rarely settled down for one girl, so when he did settle down he made sure he did it the right way. Well, he definitely tried to do it the right way with Kelsey, but he let a bunch of other shit get in the way and their relationship was pretty much screwed from the beginning. Things were going to be different with Lucy, he was going to be sure of that.

Luke smiled when Lucy asked if he would kiss her again if she admitted that he was good at kissing. Well, he already knew that he was good at kissing, but he just loved to her it from girls her. Her smile and her giggles kept a permanent smile on Luke's face to the point that he almost felt stupid. Luke was more of a smooth type of guy who didn't completely smile too much, but rather relied on smirks and winks to get his point across - but with Lucy he couldn't help but show how happy he was that they had worked things out between them. "Ok. I'll definitely, definitely hold you to that." He nodded, "You better". It was almost amazing how Luke had suppressed his sexual urges around Lucy for so long. There were really only a few girls he was able to do that with- his sister and any of his girl cousins, Laura Stillings because she practically was a sister, and Luke would never ever do that to his best friend Chase, and the girlfriends of any of his close friends, such as Ashley and Charlie Wood. Somehow Lucy had made her way onto that list because they had been so close, but now it seemed only natural for Luke to hold her and kiss her and think about what they would be doing later that night.

"Mmm, let's make this one out to Chester. For narrowly escaping you and bring us together."

Taking his shot and raising it, Luke realized how important Chester actually had been for them that night. Without him all over Lucy, Luke may never have stepped up and made his move. "To Chester, the bastard who brought us together" swallowing his shot, Luke smiled to himself - his girlfriend would order them another round. As Lucy became aware of the music that was playing, she took his hand and began to lead him onto the dance-floor, prompting him to dance with her. "Of course" he said with a small smirk on his lips as they entered the fast moving, sweaty haven that was the dance-floor. Pressing his chest up against Lucy's back as they finally reached the center, Luke placed his hands on her hips and allowed them to grind to the fast, raunchy beat of the song. Yeah, tonight would be fun.

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[Mystery O'Brian]

mystery o'brian
you had made a hole in my heart
and now i've got to fool myself
i'll get over you i know i will
i'll pretend my ships not sinking
and i'll tell myself i'm over you

You know, usually it was blatantly obvious when someone was drunk. But for some reason, it still took Mystery a second to realize that the birthday girl just happened to be entirely wasted as Mystery approached. As Bailey clutched onto her arms, Mystery winced slightly as she slurred out her disbelief. Shrugging slightly as Bailey let go after a moment, Mystery laughed in a slightly awkward manner. "Well, I guess that the freshman and...other people...really only wish they could have been invited."'Yeah like me.' She thought. Random losers? Didn't that technically qualify her? 'Just get outta here, Mystery.'

As she turned to leave, Bailey caught her again, asking her to stay. Taking the drink that the other girl shoved at her, Mystery smiled with a nod. "Alright. Thanks." Already, she felt a little better. Now she actually knew she was able to be her, Mystery let herself take a seat in Bailey's circle and relax. Taking a small drink of whatever was in her hand, she choked it down. Damn, that was strong. No wonder Bailey was already completely trashed. But, hell, she was here for a good time. Might as well enjoy it.

After a moment, Mystery lifted herself back to her feet and walked around the dance floor, ducking between people and coming to a stop in a position where she could see much of what was going on around her. People made her laugh; whenever they were together, there always seemed to be people practically having sex on the dance floor, then people fighting, then people passing out because they're piss drunk. Who knew? Maybe she'd be one of those, she thought as she took another sip of the bitterly strong drink. In another passing fancy, she wondered who all was there that she knew. But, she would soon regret looking around the dance floor. The first person she saw was one of the last she ever wanted to see again.

Maximillian Sinclaire.

After not seeing him for six years, Mystery's heart jerked and jumbled around in her chest, and she quickly averted her eyes. Maybe he wouldn't see her. There were a lot of people here. What were the odds that he'd see her? Or even recognize her?

When they had met for the last time, Mystery had been in her awkward years. Busy hair in need of conditioner, crooked teeth in need of braces, and awkward limbs that just plain needed growing into. For the longest time though, it didn't stop Max from hanging around her. They had been the best of friends in their younger years, doing practically everything together. Naturally, as they had gotten older, Mystery had given in and allowed herself to develop a small crush on the boy that had fluxuated as time continued to go on. She didn't think that Max would ever become too cool to hang out with her, or stand up for her when times got bad.

But then Max had gotten into the gang buisness, and totally changed his entire demeanor. He became cold, cruel, and generally just...heartless. For a while, he would just stand by as people made fun of her time and time again like she had no feelings at all. Soon, instead of protecting her from the jokes, and wiping her eyes when a particularly bad one was going around, he was the one making the jokes, and only looked at her in disgust as her eyes filled up with tears and she ran the other direction.

In her heart, Mystery had always known that they were just stupid elementary and middle school children making their own amusement, but it still hurt. For a while after that, her aunt would ask her where 'sweet little Max' had gone, and why he wasn't hanging around. But after months of him not calling, or coming over, or without a word about him from Mystery, she stopped asking and dropped him completely. Of course, Thomas knew everything that happened between them, and knew that somewhere inside her, Mystery was still waiting for him to come around.

'As if he'd do it now...' She thought to herself, turning to leave the club. She couldn't handle this right now; especially not with alcohol in her system. Looking down at her glass as she stood in the same spot for just another moment, Mystery was slightly surprised to see that the drink was gone. Fuck. No wonder she was getting a little dizzy. Alcohol had always worked quickly with her, probably from lack of drinking all the time. Maybe she should stay for a moment, she thought as she leaned back on the pillar again. After all, she had changed so much in the past six years that he probably wouldn't even reme...

"Well, well, if it isn't my dear Mysty."

Shitfuckdamn.

And there stood Max. He had practically materialized in front of her, and had startled her slightly. Automatically putting on a blank face, she didn't even flinch as he ran his fingers from her hair to her chin. But it felt like her blood was freezing in her veins, and her heart was beating about a thousand miles an hour. What the hell could he possibly want now? Even as she asked herself this, Mystery thought of a plan. It was probably the stupidest plan she had thought up in a while, but hell, as much as she was afraid, she was also quite pissed. And, seeing as she worked with sculptures on a daily basis, her upper body strength was quite impressive.

"Max? Of course I remember you! How could I forget?" Acting as if she suddenly remembered him, she smiled sweetly up at him, reaching up to take his hand from her cheek. She had to wait for just another minute until he had straightened from looking into her face, but then her plan fell right into place as her fist curled into a ball in the slightest of motions. Still smiling, she swung her fist hard at his face, not smacking, but punching him as hard as she could before turning on a heel amid the commotion of shock around them and making her way towards the door, hoping to god she could lose him in the crowd.

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[linny]

aislinn moore
I'm stepping out into the great unknown,
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown

"Linnyyyy! I had noo idea you werrre comingg!"

The precise tone of the slur was an automatic gimmee. There, coming towards her was the ever so famous Daphne Hayes, one ofher new friends she made. Placing on a smile, she tried her hardest not to cough when she smelt the heavy liquor on her breath, it was putrid and rank. The scent wafted about the young girl as she instead gulped down the urge to purge.

Aislinn Moore was a classic girl, a girl of moralities that were slowly being torn away piece by piece. And here was her guidance, the leading alcoholic Valkyrie has ever known. Rushing up to Daphne, 'Linny extended her arms and gave her a quick hug that was returned only with a grab of her arm and being dragged.

"I haven't seen you since your jackass uncle yelled at me for bringing you home drunk."

Placing on a rather confused smirk to her lips, she stumbled with the girl's swaggering steps. "Yeah, 'bout that. I am so sorry, my Uncle is so protective. No worries, next time we hang out we can just hop in through my wi--" She was cut off with words from Daphne once more, this was becoming a bit odd.

Show her something? What on earth would be that drastic that she had to drag her somewhere else to show? Following after her friend, as if she had a choice, Aislinn looked around the club cautiously. Her Uncle was focusing off into the distance, and Daphne's cousin was behind him...wait, what the hell was Chanel doing back in California? And why was she near her Uncle again? Beginning to wonder on this, she then was interrupted by being pulled into a bathroom.

Completely unaware at what was going to soon transpire, 'Linny began to laugh and tapped Daphne's cheek playfully. "Aw hon', next time when you want to confess your undying attraction for me, do it somewhere a little less cliché." A sweet laugh exited her lips as she rolled her large honey toned eyes and then focused back on her friend, "But seriously, Daph, what the heck are we doing in a bathroom?"

"Want to get high with me?"

At first Aislinn was wondering if she had heard her correctly. Taken by surprise, she then cleared her throat and eyed the bag that danced before her eyes.

Here was her chance, her chance to break away from this old, pathetic girl that nobody wanted. The chance to prove that she was not all that innocent as everyone figured. It was her chance to make a complete mess out of herself. Soon there would not only be a Hot Mess, but a Caught in the Mess too. 'Linny stepped forward, her fingers grazing along the bag. "Where did you ge-" Pausing she shook her head, "Never mind, I don't want to know." Her hands dropped to her sides as she stared at the floor, her eyes closing briefly.

Why not? You only live once right, so why not try it out. She had heard stories from Syl-Xavier about weed and all those drugs. He had seemed almost like he was parenting with her when he spoke of it, he had that tone as if saying, 'Never, NEVER do it.' But what would he know, he left her! Well, he cheated and she left him sort of. Ah hell, she needed the release, she hadn't even told anyone of her fall out with her boyfriend.

Lifting her gaze she nodded and shrugged, "Why not, I need the relaxation. By the way, I got a funny story to tell you while we are all doped up." Truthfully, Aislinn was almost excited to try this but there was a part of her that was screaming no like those movies telling kids how to deny peer pressure. "Sylar and I, well we broke up."

Relieved to have it off her chest, Aislinn breathed in the dank air of the bathroom. There was a calm in that moment, she felt at ease. Here they were, friends in a bathroom at their friend's party, getting high. How non-breakfastclub of them.

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maximillian sinclaire
Never been wrong
And I'm looking so good,
Looking so good

The look on her face was priceless. Poor Mystery O'Brian, she was like a deer in the headlights. Those familiar, bold eyebrows arched upwards in shock at who was before her.

Had she thought he was dead or something? No way was that possible. Maximillian was a tough guy, a real ass in the land of all who are evil and show no emotion. He is a man of mystery, and certainly a man of hidden feelings. Never had anyone except Amberly and Sylar, see the man smile truthfully. At most it was a sneer or a sniveling crook of his lips. Never had those thin pieces of flesh curl in such a way as they did now, revealing a most devilish sneer. He had her in such a tiff, the look in her eyes only brought him further along memory lane.

He could still see the young blond headed boy and bushy-haired girl passing the houses in Las Lunas. They always walked together, through sunshine and rain, they were inseparable. At one point, he could have sworn the girl had a crush on him. Ah, come on, back then he was three years older than her! He was fourteen while she was eleven, it was just gross.

There was no way he would have saw her as more than a friend in those days, especially when the start of the new gang arose, he instantly joined in.

Even when Max was a kid, he was a snide and cruel jerk, just on a few lesser levels than how he is today. He was arrogant, ad completely self-dependent, unless the matters came to his Mysty. She was the girl that he grew up with, they were Bonnie & Clyde, Thelma & Louise, Bert & Ernie. That all changed with a simple oath and a tattoo that bonded him for time.

Snapping into reality, Max stood there looking at Mystery in remembrance. She changed, oh yes she did. She was older, yet still young, but who cares.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue Mysty?" His words were like silk, they cooed at her as his hand trailed over a strand of her hair. "Either the universe has switched poles or you discovered the invention of a straightener. Bravo." He knew he was barking up the wrong tree with that look on her face, but who could help it? She was glaring with those opaque eyes he once adored.

"Max? Of course I remember you! How could I forget?"

Her reaction although caught him off guard. Expecting a hug, a kiss, a peck, or even a handshake, he received something off the far end of that. The girl swung her arm back, this triggered instantly into Max's brain to pull back, but he did not listen to himself. "Mysty, what the hell do you think you are doi-" The resulting sound was that of a crunch and a quick snarl.

Hands quickly shielded his face, blood trickled its way down to his chin. The girl, she ... Mystery O'Brian punched him!

As she turned to make headway to the exit, he high tailed after her. The fury in his eyes were only of natural reaction. Anyone who gets punched in the face should get angry, sad, or both! And of course with the add on of his gang personality, he was destined to be infuriated.

Reaching for her arms, he pulled the girl tightly to his chest and shoved her into the back wall. "What the hell is wrong with you bitch!" His voice cracked as he glared into her eyes, his snakely emerald orbs bore into her own. He had no interest in calling his old friend such a term, but she fucking punched him! Not to mention in front of people. "I suggest that you apologize, and I might just forgive you..." Such a loving friend he is. But come on, Max and love, those words just do not belong in a sentence.

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contessa bianchi
Oh well I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've come

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[leslie]

ben demtra
i gave my all for you,
now my heart's in two
and i can't find the other half
it's like i'm walking on broken glass,
better believe i bled

Taking a seat on one of the couches that were scattered around the crowded room, Ben shook his head to a drink being offered to him by a waitress and crossed one leg over the other, his foot tapping to the beat of the music. Hm, this really wasn't that bad. No wonder people enjoyed these parties so much. Although they were interesting to hear about, actually being in the action made things seem a lot bigger. Ben could kind of see now why it was that the gossip after parties were such a big issue. Everything seemed like it was on a see-saw, delicately balancing in the middle. For everyone, it would go one way or another. Either to hell or to happiness.

Maybe for Ben, the way the night turned out in the end was meant to be. Maybe it was a sign that he shouldn't go to parties; it wasn't really where he belonged anyways. But the end to his see-saw ride came when he saw Laura Stillings, drunk off her ass with Talan Summitt.

He had been there for about an hour, and had even allowed himself to grab a pretty mellow drink. He could feel a little buzz starting to wear through his system; things started to get louder, colors started getting brighter, and he found himself laughing at nothing. After even that, he let himself be tempted to go dance with a girl or two before just sitting back on one of the chairs, talking to a couple friends that had shown up eventually. And as he looked around the club, Ben saw a familiar face, laughing and putting a finger to the lips of a young man standing in front of her. He had to blink a few times to make sure that it was, in fact, Laura Stillings sitting there. Sure enough, though, there she was, looking as amazing as ever.

He really shouldn't have been surprised to see Laura with a Stillings, but even so, it still pissed him off. In the back of his mind, he knew his anger was irrational. She was living with them, for christs sake. Why wouldn't she be with one of them tonight? But it seemed different with Talan...More...Intimate somehow. Like she actually liked him. The realization that she might feel that way about a Summitt gnawed on his heart like a rabid dog, making it throb and ache. Damn it.

But wait, this was a Summitt. Even if Ben didn't know him, he knew enough about the Summitt family to realize that he was probably a womanizer, just like Luke. Hell, even Wilbert, the stupid misfit of a Summitt, went around believing that he was all that and a bag of chips. Which, obviously, he wasn't. Ben knew that he really didn't know much about Talan, but hell, two out of three made it pretty good odds that he was the same way. And it wasn't hard to figure out where Laura would be going tonight, and who she would be with. But being drunk off her ass like she obviously was, the Summitt household was obviously not a good place for her to be.

Making up his mind, Ben put down his drink and strode over to where Laura was sitting and tapped her on the shoulder. "Laura...Hey." He said, letting his hand rest protectively on her shoulder. Even if they had gotten in a small confrontation not too long ago, he hoped that it wouldn't stop her from wanting him around now. "Talan." He greeted with a small, curt nod to the other boy. Turning back to the girl between them, he fidgeted nervously for a moment. "Uh...Laura? You're uh... Pretty drunk. I really don't think it's a good idea that you're here anymore. I'll take you to my house; you can stay with Emilia." Glancing up at the Summitt boy, Ben rose an eyebrow, as if challanging Talan to say anything.

[ew...grosss. sorry you two. but this sucks. >.<]

[Peter Fischer]

Peter Fischer
Sugarhigh, I gotta have it, really need it to get by
***

So Peter was not the type to get all wrapped up in someone like this, especially so soon. It's not that he hasn't had girlfriends before. But most of his hook ups were rather meaningless. He would try not to think about it. All he knew was he was so attracted to this girl straddling his lap. He had seen other hotties around Valkyrie, tons actually. And a few had caught his eye, this girl daphne he had met maybe a week or so ago. She was beautiful and fun and they had flirted but he hadn't felt this instant passion for her as he had with Coco, then again that might be because she didn't offer him a blowjob maybe 5 minutes after meeting him as Coco had done and he had accepted. Peter smiled as their bodies actually seemed to be magnetized together. Strong magnetics. It was like they step into the same room and an invisible force slams their bodies together and you needed a heavy metal pry to get them unstuck. Weird Image...

"Freshen up, call a hotel. You're taking me for a ride, Peter."

Peter nodded, "On my way." He said leaning forward, he lifted her up, rather easily with how tiny she was and set her down on the couch as he stood up. He leaned over and kissed her lips once more before he climbed over the back of the couch. He smirked slightly as he glanced back at her before rounding the corner. So for Peter, it felt like it had been awhile since he had gotten much real action. In actuality it had been maybe three weeks and for most people that was a fine gap, not for Peter. He may not have ever been the guy with a girl each night, although he would have been glad to, he was at least used to getting laid a few times each week. So the thought of going at it a few times with the petite blond he rather stupidly left out of sight, back on the couch, was a thought he was very excited to be acting on. He made his way into the bathroom. The sweat of the club getting to him a bit, he wasn't much for sweaty dirty sex. Preffered cleaner bodies with dirty minds. He splashed his face a few times, cooling down from that kiss as well before he grabbed his cell from his pocket. He called up the Millennium Biltmore, expensive yes, but Peter was one of those lucky youths of America who could drop thousands of dollars in one night without worrying about the repercussions and an asshole father who Peter didn't feel guilty about wasting his money.

Peter walked out of the bathroom as he recited his credit card numbers, which he had memorized and yes it was his credit card but the bill went to his father, he nodded as he spoke telling them to have they're best bottle of champagne chilled and ready for them. But as soon as he shut his cell and looked back at the couch on which he had left the intoxicating blond girl, all the frisky feeling went away somewhere. He really didn't have the right to be upset or jealous, after all, him and Coco were not together. But the girl had to have been insatiable to not have been able to wait what, five maybe ten minutes? Well, looks like some other guy will be getting lucky tonight. He cursed slightly under his breath and went the opposite direction of the blonde who was currently under some drunken idiot. He made his way through the party, collapsing on a couch in a bit more secluded area, not empty but simply not quite as loud as the rest of the place. He slouched down on the couch. Okay, so he was another body to her, that was fine for when they first met, and it wasnt like he wanted commitment or anything. Peter wasn't exactly a love at first sight kind of guy, but he was definitely looking forward to a night where he was the only thing she paid attention to. Damn it, he was pathetic.

((and yeah, I'll just have him wait for daph now))

Mark Wood
And I realize your behind me, To help and humankind me
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God she really was beautiful. It was almost hard to see it because he needed to get over Jessica and Natalie was definitely helping, which made him feel guilty. Mark hardly ever felt guilty. Maybe it meant he wasn't as over Jessica as he thought he was but looking at Natalie felt good. It was strange, not because she happened to be another Malinda girl, and not because she was a good deal younger than him but weird because the girls who spiked his interest were either spicy like Jessica (and Coco, sexually at least, not that he'd admit it), and sweet, like both Sam and Natalie. He liked the two polarized types. It was the people on the in between who brought nothing to him. It was like you had to be very similar to him, or very different than him to really spark his interest but watching a bit of the wind blow through the girl's black hair and he large rather stunning eyes blind slightly, he knew this girl had definitely sparked his interest. He smiled slightly, surprised by that smile since it was the first real smile in a long while.

"I think I'll pass, but dancing isn't a bad idea. It's kind of crowded though."

He shrugged but kept his eyes on her, "Probably for the best, you don't want to see me dance." he replied. He was telling the truth though. Mark was never a dancer, would never be a dancer. And he didn't ever want to dance. He didn't get the point of it. And he couldn't keep rhythm at all seeing as that took feeling mixed with instinct and he tended to shut out the feelings and remain with logic and instinct. He remembered dancing once, with Jess but it was joking around and he was still bad. I mean, slow couples dancing he could do, that wasn't really hard but when the music was faster... ha yeah no, he shouldn't even try. But he really shouldn't think of Jess right now. Damn it, Sam, Jess, Natalie and the ever nearing of Coco trying to get into his pants? He was not going to be like his dad, going from woman to woman. Mark planned to be alone when he was older, he actually wanted it that way. Everything was simpler when one was the one's own.

"You probably read a book about what people like to do, and I'm sure this isn't your first party."

"I read medical books, and it my not be my first, but it is one of my few" Mark was not a big partier, most didn't have a hard time believing that. Most would probably be shocked he and Jessica had conceived. Now, truth of the matter was, he would not be here, getting closer to Natalie if he wasn't certain that Jessica was getting the abortion. Not that he wanted her to, but she was decided, she was stubborn, she was a bitch, even if she was a cute bitch. He mentally shook the thought from his head. He didn't want to think, for just once in his life he didn't want to be arguing or bitching or insulting anything, he didn't want to be preparing for the future. He didn't want to realize that both him and Jess had gotten into Columbia University which happened to be both of their dream schools which meant that they would still be seeing eachother around next year. He didn't want to think that Jess had to power to tell anyone about the pregnancy, although he was certain she wouldn't. After all, she was the one wanting a quick and easy termination no matter how many times he told her there was no such thing.

"Nah, I wouldn't say so. Maybe a little, but if it was a movie, my life would be more...perfect."

Mark laughed slightly as shook his head, "No not with those lifetime originals, those are like really long over dramatic soap opera's that turn one bruise from a parent into the end of the world." He shrugged, "Now a Disney movie would probably be too happy, Maybe TNT?" He suggested with a grin. He really didn't know if TNT did movies. He wasn't a huge tv watcher although he liked to come across as one. As for his other comment, one one bruise from a parent, to some one bruise may be a big thing but to a guy who when he was younger had a bruise a week, he didn't think of it as a big deal. Now when Mark hit puberty it had all stopped, his sister hadn't even known, but mark was kind of a little bitch, he probably deserved to be smacked around a bit. "If you could wish for anything, what would you wish for?" Mark raises an eyebrow and turned towards her, random. And most shockingly of all, he didn't know how to answer it honestly at all. "If I really had to think about it, a golf cart that could go 80mph, be bad ass."

[Anne Lévesque]

anne r♥ lévesque

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rockin' your f' me pumps & the men notice you

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How did Anne know Wade Bennett? The notorious Wade Bennett whom could make a bee crumble to its knees without relinquishing a stinger? They met a year ago, when she was a high off her ass sophomore and he was a lost, new cutie from Canada with inadequate grades. Reason being why the older student had been placed in her class - which was when she got a couple impressions of him. She thought that he must be pretty damn stupid for being in a lower class, and believe her, she does have a bit more respect for intelligence. They talked a little, for it was somewhat of an unspoken rule that two good looking kids had to have assigned seating near one another and they had to have small talk. Not that she minded - the boy was gorgeous. Of course, in that time and state, she was hopping from one boy to the next, besides Chase and Miles.

But then they started talking at a party. Of course, the main place for anyone's lips to loosen and their chatterboxes to rant on for hours. Anne couldn't recall which party it was, most likely a Valk party, but of course - sophomore year was full of every night rendezvous! When they did talk, they found out that they were two commoners in the crowd, differencing themselves from Americans, English, French or any of the weird transfers. Oh no - they were both Canadian. It's always a nice feeling to find out someone is from the same boat/country you are, despite that they were from different provinces. However, Wade was rich, cute, Canadian.. it was a complete shocker they hadn't hooked up at that party. Wade simply never made a move, and Anne had moved onto other targets, leading her to the love of her life, Oscar Lyon.

It was still nice she remained friends with Wade, even though most of their meetings included, one of them had alcohol in their grasp. Good ole Valkyrie. So as she sat on the couch, she didn't think much on this detailed past. Nope, she was simply trying to finish her drink without spilling it on her dress. She could sense with slight distaste that he wasn't as drunk as her - lame! ”I’m pretty shitty,” She looked at him with a very drunken eyebrow raise, as if what he had just said was the most interesting thing she had ever heard. "Ooooh, I'm sorry Wade, I -" But soon, he continued with a side addition she didn't hear all the way. Due to the somewhat low tone of his voice, the music and her own puzzle pieces of thoughts. "...now that you’re here.” Yup, that was all she caught. Bad timing and phrasing on Anne's part. She had a somewhat offended look on her face, as she glared at her drink. Then at Wade.

"Oh shut up!" Anne said aggresively, as she punched him in the arm, but then burst in giggles. "I don't make shit look shitty.. or.. you know what I mean.." Quite honestly, a professional decipher could not know what Anne meant in this state of mind. He then finished his drink, as she slowly did as well, as if she was mimicking him. Well, she was bound to finish hers soon enough. She then kept it cradled in her hands, as if it was a safety blanket that would reassure her she wouldn't do something stupid. Twisted, perfumed logic. ”How about you little miss alkie, huh?.." She opened her mouth and teasingly scoffed, even though she knew it was true. At least she didn't do drugs anymore with Daphne. Where was Daphne? That had been the golden question all night, hadn't it? "..You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Was Anne enjoying herself? Hell yeah. Only because she was highly intoxicated. You see, if Oscar Lyon had been here, she would have been hanging on the couches with him, sober as a nun. But there was nothing to do about it, and she was taught to make the best out of every situation. If you have to block out repercussions and second thoughts of maturity, so be it. "First of all, Wadeyy, you've only seen me drink.." Wait, everytime they did catch up, it was at a party. She counted her fingers and giggled. "Hehe, nevermind. Oh! Annd secondly, I'm fucking great. So what if my boyfriend is too.." She put up her two fingers on both hands and punched them down like they were mini quotation marks, "..'cool' to go to my best friend's party? I got my drinks and youur entertainment. Wait - do you even like, know Bailey?" She then laughed.

"Just teasing! Noo body here besides like.. a couple.. know Bailey. Even some Shak kids snuck their way in! Ew!" Of course she was teasing. And of course she took another drink off the waiter's platter with a plastered white toothed grin on her face. [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[Logan Bishop]

logan connelly

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Taking a quick look around the party, Logan couldn’t help but smile slightly at all the drunken teenagers, running amuck only concentrated on having a good time. It was amazing really, the level at which the VA kids partied at. Here they were at some Los Angeles club, sipping martinis, dancing to contagious techno and attempting to forget at least one of their numerous problems, if only for one night. It was a wonder how he didn’t fall victim to the same vices that so many of his classmates did and once upon a time, he was a drinker, a heavy partier. At that time however he didn’t necessarily have any problems and was only out to have a good time. Nowadays it was like his aunt and uncle were waiting for the time when Logan just broke down, and gave in to all the things he was avoiding. They wouldn’t blame him for it and made sure he knew that he had their support and they wanted him to deal with his grief but Logan was never like that. He held back a lot of things and deciding to become straight, giving up all drugs, including alcohol for the rest of his life was quite a big move for a guy like him, especially after the accident that claimed his parents life.

He never tried to stop people from having their fun and only preached that they stop drinking when he honestly believed they had had enough. He wasn’t some kind of advocate who got in your face about his beliefs – what he was doing was something to protect himself and others from making the same unfortunate tragedy a drunk middle aged man had bestowed on him. Sitting here right now, he noticed Nina didn’t appear to be drinking and wondered if she normally did. Knowing that she was friends with Madison, Logan didn’t know how much of a partier she was, seeing as Madison had never really gotten into the party scene. However, Nina’s friendship with his cousin could have no affect on her party rituals and Logan figured he would have to wait and see. Knowing that she drank wouldn’t really affect his opinion on her, he’d be a little surprised if Nina was a huge alcoholic or something, but a casual cooler now and then wouldn’t surprise him at all.

Logan chuckled at his own blunder and shrugged shyly as Nina thanked him for the second, only slightly different compliment. ”Your welcome.” He responded simply, the shy smile still on his face as she thanked him for the compliment. Logan was aware how much his guard was down and how easily he could embarrass himself tonight. Even sober Logan never had a problem making himself look like a fool and unlike so many others, he would realize what was going on and have to deal with it the second it happened, not the morning or afternoon after like others might face. A silence kind of fell between them and while it was killing Logan, he really couldn’t think of anything to say. He hated when that happened, because it seemed like there were days where he couldn’t stop talking and people actually got annoyed with him, and yet now, sitting with a pretty girl he really wanted to impress, his brain couldn’t formulate anything to talk about.

"Haven't seen you around Happy Falcon since the other day."

It was Nina who broke the silence, while Logan was still trying to think of something decent to say. He was grateful for it, as it felt like as soon as she talked, the silence had never really been there and wasn’t all that awkward. ”I know. Parker and I usually frequent there quite often but I guess I’m exploring other things this week,” he laughed softly, as if he had said something funny. "You should stop by more often. It's more fun serving people I like." Logan caught the ending of her sentence and how she had said “people she liked” and couldn’t help but smile. Did that mean Nina liked him as a friend… person? Or maybe more? He knew he shouldn’t analyze it like that, but being Logan, he couldn’t help it. ”Oh well maybe I’ll start eating pizza a lot more.” He replied, somewhat softly, meeting her smile. ”I’d like knowing I was giving you the opportunity to have some fun.”

[Nina Suresh]

nina suresh
But the planets all aligned
When you looked into my eyes
And just like that
The chemicals react
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Nina saw Logan's eyes glancing around at the party and couldn't help following his gaze. The Valkyrie kids certainly knew how to throw a party when they wanted to. Nina's parties were never anything this extravagant. She usually just had a few close friends over or went on a holiday with her parents or something. But never anything like this party. Of course Nina knew that the BBAD trio/quad, well at least the original trio anyway, and they always threw big party bashes and this was probably considered a normal party to them. That was the handy thing about having rich parents. But Nina's father was pretty rich, he did basically own the Valkyrie hospital after all, and Nina hadn't turned out like the other girls in Valkyrie. She had never been fazed by the whole Valks and Shaks thing. They were all human and she had never understood what the whole wealth conflict was about.

She did wonder to herself whether Logan was going to drink at all now. After all, he was Parker's cousin and Parker wasn't exactly the one to stay sober at parties. But so far Logan looked like he hadn't had a drop. Perhaps he was able to have fun and all without getting drunk. Nina wasn't an alcoholic or anything but she didn't mind one or two glasses. Of course tonight Nina had a feeling she might need a few more than two to calm her nerves. Sure, it wasn't the best option but it seemed the easiest and Nina really didn't want to be embarrassing herself in front of Logan again. She had already done that with her magnificent fall at Happy Falcon and that was enough. No, tonight was going to be, or was hopefully going to be, perfect.

Did Logan know how he was making her feel at this very moment as he shrugged shyly when she thanked him for the compliment? Probably not. With his shy smile, it was hard for Nina to resist from blurting out her feelings there and then. But she couldn't do it now. Tonight was much too soon. They were still getting to know each other! They had only met about a week ago after all and it was a little early to be declaring her feelings. But even so, the thought of speaking up had cross her mind several times already tonight. Nina wasn't one to just randomly tell guys how she felt though. She liked to know how they felt first before risking her heart. Unfortunately most of the guys she fell for just lied so now it was hard to tell who meant it and who was simply using her. It was disappointing that it had come to this but because Nina was a little naive and tended to think the best of everyone, she fell for the guys tricks every time. It was a bad habit so hopefully Logan wasn't like that and wouldn't hurt her like the others had.

When Logan spoke, Nina had to smile. It was typical of course. Logan exploring other restaurants just when Nina began her usual shifts again. She had been working a lot of night shifts lately, most likely after Parker and Logan left which was probably why it had taken them so long to get acquainted. After her small slip-up, Nina watched Logan and saw him smile. So was he smiling because he knew she liked him as more than a friend or was he smiling just because she had said she liked him and he had taken it as just friendship? Trust Nina to analyze this but it was hard not to. But she tried to forget about it as Logan spoke again. She nodded at his first comment. "Well you know where the best pizza is." she commented with a small giggle.

”I’d like knowing I was giving you the opportunity to have some fun.”

The butterflies in her stomach driving her insane by now as she smiled again. "Well let's take the opportunity now." she said, looking towards the dance floor. Perhaps she could grab something on the way past some of the waiters walking around. Not to mention, Nina did love to dance. She slid off her chair and took a step towards the dance floor, looking at Logan expectantly. "Come on, let's dance!" she told him with a small but hopeful smile. Then, feeling slightly daring, she grabbed onto his wrist, almost grabbing his hand but not quite, and tugged it gently to get him off the stool. With that, she took a few more steps onto the floor, glancing behind her to make sure Logan would follow her. As she did so, a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks. Nina picked up a glass off the tray and took a sip, not wanting to get drunk too fast, or drunk at all for that matter. She just needed to relax and enjoy the night. One drink wouldn't do too much harm would it?

[Mystery O'Brian]

mystery o'brian
prepare the masses
cause this means war
and if it's a fight they want
we'll bring the hell they're looking for

"Either the universe has switched poles or you discovered the invention of a straightener. Bravo."

Mystery kept the slightly clueless smile plastered on her face, even though his words stung her to the core. What happened in their lives to make him be so heartless towards her? That she could remember, it wasn't like she had been mean or anything to him. They were practically inseperable as kids. More-so than she and Thomas had been, for a while there. Then again, for some reason, Max had never taken a liking to Thomas. Could that have been it, for some unknown reasoning? Maybe Max had known about Thomas' sexuality. After all, Mystery had never...Exactly...Told him. But what did that have to do with her?

It was pointless questions like these that had racked her brain for countless years on occaision, driving her mad about the situation until, finally, she gave up on him. Well, on the surface anyways. Now, whenever she saw Max 'Sin'claire, Mystery tended to be as small as possible, taking different routes to avoid meeting up with him; avoiding talking about him as much as possible; and just overall ignoring his presence. All the while, however, she was building up a steady hate for the boy, secretly holding a soft spot in the bottom of her heart, just for him.

"Well, you know me, Maxy. Always a little behind on the times." Forcing a laugh at the small jest, and his old nickname, Mystery contemplated the honesty of that situation. It hadn't been until her freshman year that she discovered what it took to look even moderately good. Even now, she was still figuring out her own style of fashion, and that was two years in the making. But now, even if she was still slightly concidered an 'unknown' here at Valkyrie Academy, Mystery O'Brian was more strong-willed than ever before, and knew what she wanted in life. But more than that, she was proud and stubborn, which was probably the reason that her next move was a flying fist.

And as the exit came into view, Mystery thought that she had finally lost him. But, of course, this was Maximilian Sinclaire we were talking about. He had probably had years of practice tracking people down through a crowd. Even so, she was still surprised as his bony hands gripped her arms, spinning her around to face him. In a swift motion, she was close to his body, then shoved back against a stone wall. Coughing as the impact shook her breath from her lungs, Mystery winced as her head cracked against the wall, making her blink in shock. Fuck, he really was a lot stronger than he looked. And a lot stronger than when they had rough-housed as kids.

"What the hell is wrong with you bitch!"

The name shook her worse than the wall had. Max had called her a lot of names in her life; bush-haired, buck teeth, brace face, nerd, geek, and a plethura of others, but never had he called her a bitch. No. She wouldn't let him get to her. Not now. Mystery set her jaw for a second, averting her eyes from his. Not an easy feat, that. His emerald eyes held an expression of fury that she hadn't seen in them before. Like he could see into her very soul, and pull it out of her body. So, Mystery's eyes shifted back to his own, holding his gaze. Unlike his, it didn't hold only anger, but also a mixture of sadness and years of pain that he had caused. So, she let all her emotions fuel her next attack, which made it come out in a cold, quiet tone.

"Just what more is it that you can do to me, Max?" Mystery asked, letting the alcohol in her system take over the new flow of words. "You were my friend once, you remember?" Looking at him like she really wasn't sure that he did, she continued, shaking her head and trying to push his hands off of her. Her voice took on a more angry tone now, and it rose in volume slightly. "But now, I don't even know what you are. You've hurt me to the core. You've called me names, made fun of me...You became everything that I never thought you could be..." Taking in a slow breath, she looked back, deep into his eyes and finished off with a sigh. "I'm dissapointed at what you've become, Maxy. And no, I don't apologize. You never have. So why should I be the first?"

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