---* evacuate the dance floor

[Caroline Sutton]

CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTON
VIVA LAS VEGAS, TRYST: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007

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-----vegas was...hmm how could carly really describe it. VEGAS WAS THE SHIT! honestly carly couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun in so little time. brett, maeghan, and herself had driven their way into vegas not but a few hours ago. that was where the fun had really started, in the car ride over. carly never would have expected that daring one another to flash and flip off drivers in passing cars could be so much fun. it was like nothing she'd experienced before. yes, yes, in the good old days back in keizer carly had been the main fun-goer in the town. she'd had many backwoods corn field bonfires under her belts as well as the occasional weekend trip to oregon's pacific coast. not liky much could be done there. unless it was mid summer the beach usually wasn't as accompanying as the beaches in california. these beaches, oh how she loved the warm, blue-ish water and the bleach white sandy beaches that you could just lounge on all day. though she hadn't had many opportunities to get out to the beach what with classes at valkyrie and night shifts at bad seeds, but any time she had spent really made up for the crappy trips she'd made in her old life. yes carly liked to consider keizer to be a part of her old life. technically it was. it was in the past, along with it's many painful memories, and she wasn't looking back. keizer could keep it's rumor-driven social life. it could keep it's farms and it's cows and the dusty air that nine times out of ten smelled like a cow's ass. so keizer could keep it all. carly had no remorse in letting go of all of that history that she didn't want. the only things she did hold on to was the experiences and what she should have learned from it. aside from the pain it was the only thing beneficial to living in keizer, she'd learned from her mistakes...or so she had thought.

-----now who would have thought that in the one instance that a certain irresponsible somebody, ahem brett, would drive so recklessly in a convertible filled with three lively young girls and force a certain on-duty police officer to pull them over. the indignity of such an offense, really. carly was glad she wasn't driving. she had her license, yeah, but it really hadn't occurred to her that getting to vegas would have been easier had she been behind the wheel. her oregon license hadn't been transferred over from the one she'd been lucky to get right before moving, but at least she had it. that was a miracle in itself seeing as how one of the gossiping favorites had been her assigned test-giver when carly had gone to get her license. true that all she'd had to do was tempt her with a little taste of new gossip and the woman was putty in her hands, but had it not been for the juicy little tidbit that the sutton family was high tailing it out of keizer, carly probably wouldn't have gotten her license. anyways, she, maeghan, and brett were headed down the highway with vegas in their sights when a cop decided to pull them over. thank go she hadn't been with ugly or why people or carly wasn't sure just how well the flirting would have worked. she had thought for sure that they would have spent their first night in vegas in the clink, but luckily for them they got one of the many impressionable cops who lived in the area. it was after all the city of sin, who was to say that the cops couldn't apply to that as well? that was one of the funniest things to happen yet to her on this trip to vegas, and it was early yet. there was no doubt in her mind that the city of sin was going to provide her a good time. once they'd gotten away from the cop and finally gotten to the hotel, carly happily went up to her room and freshened up, fixing her wind blown hair and changing into something completely vegas worthy.

-----"hello hot stuff." she heard from behind her and leaned a little so that the reflection in the mirror shown maeghan, equally dolled up. "right back at you." carly said with a smile as she slid the last of earring into her ear, the ones that matched the necklace draped around her sun kissed neck. not like anyone would be noticing it, but she liked that things on her body matched. just imagine how angry she would be if one boob was bigger than the other. "don't know where you're off to, but we both know where i'm going." she said with a snicker as she turned her attention back to the mirror, her fingers giving a fluff to her already curly locks. there was something about curly hair. it said playful, daring, and carly was both of those. plus curls just looked good on her. it wasn't to say that straight hair didn't look equally nice, but curls were just so much more freeing. she preferred to wear her hair curly, despite how much work went into it. "yeah yeah, following your ears until you find a club you like. got it." carly threw a hair tie at maeghan which she quickly swatted away with a smirk on her face. it was sad but true. carly just could not keep herself away from a decent beat. it was a curse. but then again it would be more of a curse if she didn't have any dancing skills. safe to say carly was in the clear in that department. in fact she was golden. carly could quite literally dance circles around people if she chose to. "don't wait up for me." carly said as she turned away from the mirror, a pleased as punch smile on her face. as she headed toward the door, carly skidded to a stop, turning toward maeghan with her eyes narrowed. "and no boys in the room. this is a clean environment, ha!" as if that were really true. even if the hotel was super nice, that didn't mean a black light couldn't tell some dirty, dirty stories. "seriously, i don't need to find an orgy in here when i get back."

-----she hopped out the door just in time to avoid some flying object and snickered as she walked down the hall to the elevator. within minutes she was out on the strip, the bright spotlights enveloping the sky and lighting her way better than any streetlights could. she let her feet guide her as she waltzed down the sidewalk, smirking as eyes from every which direction locked onto her. after a short walk carly found tryst, one of the hottest nightclubs in vegas. she looked up at the sky in a "thank you" and walked up the stairs to the bouncer who let her right in. "love you babe." she said with a smile to the burly man as she walked in through the doors and into the multi-level dance club. like a moth to the flame, it didn't take her long to find her way to the center of the dance floor. with the beat throbbing over huge speakers, carly's body writhed along with the rest. she hadn't been there long before she felt bodies pressed against her, guy upon guy trying to dance with her. it was flattering really, but their drunken antics were better at getting in her way than enticing her. with a waggle of her fingers carly waved goodbye to the guys and disappeared into the crowd, heading toward the bar for a breather. there was a hoard of people at the bar crowded around the bartender's station but a few stools toward the end were available. carly scooted around bodies until she finally found one, easing herself down as she took a moment to catch her breath.

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tagged • cargan !
clothes • prepare to drool !
listening to • take it off - the donnas.
notes • first cargan thread!! woot!!

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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


YOU OUTTA KNOW, THAT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
to let it go, put on a show, I want to see
how you lose control, so leave it behind
'CAUSE WE HAVE A NIGHT TO GET AWAY
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Las Vegas, the city of sin, ‘shit I got married at little white chapel’, whatever you call it, Regan liked to call it trouble. It was an entire city of trouble, and you know it’s true if its revenue is generally made during the hours of the night. But he didn’t mind it; on the contrary, he adored Las Vegas. The bright lights, the continuous bass from all the popular night clubs vibrating the city, the gambling and leggy show girls; if he could, he would live here, becoming nocturnal and never seeing the sun, ever. It would a dream, to live in the city of sin. But he also liked the ocean, actually if he could, he would live in the ocean, maybe he’ll become a fisherman and move back to Ireland, marry a nice Irish girl and live the life. You know, when he’s done his fair share of women, then he’ll be able to settle down or what not… like when he’s forty or something. That sounded reasonable, yeah? Well he thought so; mend his ways when he’s getting old and crow’s feet-like.

But right now, he was going to have his pick of the crowd in Vegas, new girls, old girls, girls who won’t remember, it’s going to be a good night. He was going to go down there with his brothers, their first road trip like adventure since Regan’s infamous return to the Valkyrie scene. Ah, that was grand, showing up at Riley’s door, unexpected, dodging a vase and what not. But right now, a car ride down, straight to their hotel was nice. They talked, mostly joking and what not, just light stuff, the Turner way. It was nice, believable and sincere. No one likes to talk about the problems, or how golden boy fell off his pedestal or how Regan feared relapse. It was simpler, pain-free to just look over how royally fucked up this family was. But that was something he didn’t want to delve into right about now, for rather he had other things to think about, like Vegas, Vegas and Vegas. The gambling, the liquor, the night clubs, he loved it all. And on top of that, he was challenged to a city wide game of hide and go seek with Carly. It couldn’t get any better than this. During the entire trip, but mostly when the car rolled onto the strip, the neon lights slowly glowed as they passed. Regan grinned from ear to ear, like a child who just realised that the family was going to Disney Land, just as the magic castle came into view. He gently clawed his knees in excitement, trying not to jump a little. As the brothers rolled into the hotel that they were going to stay in for the duration of their trip, Regan grinned, it was finally real. Luckily, the three brothers had separate rooms in the grand hotel, but the only downside being adjoining rooms. Fuck. Well, at least that would be handy if he needed to check up on Golden Boy or something. Wow, Regan never thought he would have to say those words. Ever. How the times have changed since his rehab days.

The Irish boy got dressed rather quickly, absorbing the twinkling lights below his fateful hotel room. He combed his hair back a bit, but doing nothing much beyond that. It was hair, he didn’t see why he had to keep his in line, besides, that ‘rolled out of bed’/’puppy dog’ hair was cool still right? It didn’t matter; he looked good and knew it, what more was there, really? He was just tingling with the raw excitement Vegas seemed to seep into the air. Debating on whether or not to take a jacket, he shrugged into his anyways, it was instinctive. Slipping into some glossy black shoes, the boy locked his room door, slipping the card key into his jeans pocket. He wanted to be able to come back after all. Casually texting Reed, just alerting him to not really get worried if the room is empty; he stepped onto the elevator with a rightful smirk on his face. Now, to try to find a certain Caroline Sutton, a challenge he so arrogantly accepted via instant messenger. Stupid, stupid Turner, he scolded himself, where in the hell would he look?

First and foremost, he could possibly go to Christian Audigier, seemed like everyone was there. His phone didn’t stop vibrating with messages. No, Carly wouldn’t make it that easy; she was pegging him on losing this after all. It had to be sneakier, had to have good music, because God knew the girl loved to dance. It surprised the sixteen year old at how well he knew Carly, in the little time he had known her. One of many perks working at Bad Seeds, he supposed. So he took what he did best, wandered around. Everywhere he stepped, the dull bass of every surround club went through his entire body, and this was going to be trickier than he had originally estimated. To his right was Tryst and to his left, some underground place which looked a little sketchy. Guess he was going to go with the door to his right. The line moved surprisingly quickly compared to the amount of people to get into this place, hell, he even saw some of his friends getting in. Nice. After handing the man-beast of a bouncer a bill and a quick glance of his fake I.D, the boy was finally in. On the balls of his feet, he teetered, clasping his hands together, looking around the club. He knew quite a few people in here, seems like people were either here or at Christian Audigier. Twitching his neck, making his hair push back from his eyes, he looked around, trying to pin point someone who he actually wanted to hang out with. You know, before he became rip ragingly drunk and just have a fun old, forgettable time. Oh the joys of adolescent alcoholism.

The youngest Turner's gaze immediately fell upon the bar and soon after, angelically shining dark hair with a smile he could point out anywhere. Bingo. As stealthily as he could, Regan came up behind her, ever so lightly grazing her bare arms with his fingertips, the feeling electric. He bent down slightly, his lips dangerously close to her ear, “Hey Sweetness, guess I win our game, what’s my prize?” He asked in a soft whispery voice. She looked really beautiful, her brown eyes were lit up magnificently; he always loved Carly’s eyes. “You look beautiful, I must admit, Carls, giving a man a run for his money, are you?” He laughed, ordering a beer from the bar keep. It sort of shocked him to think that he hadn’t really hooked up with Carly yet, the girl was gorgeous, and anyone could see that. But something stopped him; he was actually friends with her, which was weird on its own.

But hey, this was Vegas, anything can happen.

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NOTES I'm so excited (I just can't hide it) xD little short, wanted to get everything we planned done during this event. =]
STATUS complete!
TAGGED carly, bby.
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "down" by jay sean feat. lil wayne.

[Caroline Sutton]

CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTON
VIVA LAS VEGAS, TRYST: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007

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-----when she thought about the future, well there were many possibilities that she saw. one was the impossible dream where she got back her baby and was able to live the life she had prepared herself for at fifteen years old. it wasn't an easy thing to mature so early in life. that much could be true for anyone. for carly, who had been especially carefree and reckless it meant much, much more work. she hadn't been a smart rebellious teenager. she should have been more focused on school and just getting out of keizer long enough to get scholarships and make something of herself. she should have realized how good she had it and given up on being rebellious in the first place. carly had actually not been given any reason to rebel. it was just something that had come to her one day. it was like a feeling she was suddenly struck with that no one had put an end to. how could they? everyone in her world had grown up. they were going on living their lives because it was what they were responsible enough to do. carly? she was a teenager watching everyone she knew and loved grow up and move on with their lives. that had been the way it always was. her siblings were a tight knit group, not just because they had been born together and not because they shared that twin plus one telepathy thing that allowed them to be closer to one another than with anyone else. it was because they had six years on her. that was six years to experience the world with people you loved by your side. six years to hit milestones in your life and to always know someone was in your corner. nate, wes, and penny had gone through one of the hardest things kids could go through, the loss of their grandfather and with that the loss of everything they'd ever known. carly didn't have that experience. she'd never known what it was like to live life one way and have it all completely change on you in the blink of an eye. that is, until she was fifteen years old.

-----no one asks to be put in such a position so young. no one asks you if you want your life to suck now or later. hell no one had even given carly the chance. from the moment carly had found out she was pregnant, she hadn't known what she was going to do. was she going to take care of it or was she going to keep it. was she going to keep it or give it up for adoption. carly had always thought that there was only two or so options, that this would have been an easy, black or white, pick, but nothing about that decision had been easy. little did she know that in deciding to keep her baby, carly's parents had already decided she would be giving it up for adoption. all of this without telling her. carly hadn't the slightest idea about her parent's decisions until she was in labor on that stupid, uncomfortable hospital bed. she hadn't known until she'd seen two strangers sitting outside her hospital room with looks of eager anticipation on their faces, along with the guilty looks of both her parents and her sister. everyone had been in on it. everyone figured that carly wasn't fit enough of a mother to make the decision herself, let alone to raise her baby on her own. did anyone take the time to ask her? did anyone give her a chance to think it through and make the decision for herself that she knew would be right for both her and the baby? no. she hadn't been given a single chance. she hadn't been given a day or two to think things over, debate on whether or not her baby would be better off without her. at least then it would have been her decision. at least then if she had said yes to giving up her baby it would be because she said so, not because someone had made the decision for her. because it was the wrong one. carly wanted her baby and she knew that she could make a life for her and with her. sure it would be tough, but living without her was so much worse. it was almost unbearable.

-----she couldn't stand to think about all of that now. she was in vegas. she was in this hot and happening club, at a bar, ready to have the time of her life. she couldn't very well be hyperventilating in the middle of tryst could she? well in all honesty she could, but she didn't want to. her past, and her baby, were far away where they would have to stay. thinking about what she'd lost and what she'd had no control over hurt too damn much to think about. bad enough she had a hard time sleeping. carly didn't need to make the waking hours just as difficult. especially when she was supposed to be out having a good time. and she was, would be, and was gonna. nothing was going to stop her from enjoying herself. after all, her daughter was a part of her past. it had been over a year since she'd given birth and watched her baby leave in the arms of another woman. she didn't need to relive it every day did she? or did she. was thinking about her daughter and feeling that utter gut-wrenching pain in her chest the punishment for being such a stupid teenager? was it punishment for not knowing how good she had it with her family and friends? well there were a lot of what if's out there but truth be told she didn't know the answer to that. even if she did, she wasn't sure she'd like it.

-----she was doing too much thinking, especially given the location. how anyone could manage to think with the music blasting was beyond her but she somehow had managed. but all of her thoughts went out the window as she heard an ever familiar voice in close proximity to her ear. looks like she'd lost the little game of theirs, and so soon in the game. had it not been regan behind her, carly might have been disappointed at her inability to hide. but since it was regan, carly was far from disappointed. especially since he was really good at giving her a case of the goosebumps with one touch. "we never discussed prizes so i'm not quite sure." carly said with a smile as she looked over her shoulder at regan. damn he looked good. she was pretty sure he could look good in anything, which was a crime seeing as how she worked so damn hard for it. "what did you have in mind?" it was a daring question but hell this was vegas. why not throw the dice and see where they landed, right? "why thank you, and not that i know of. i was too busy dancing to care." she got a bottle of water from the bartender and looked down at regan's beer. didn't he just come back from rehab? with a smirk on her lips, carly took regan's beer and replaced it with the water. "you're in vegas, what, five minutes and already you're being a bad boy? shame on you." she said as she took a sip from his beer. yummy. "so what's this prize of yours going to be?" carly cocked an eyebrow at him in question, completely spinning on the bar stool to look at him, her brunette curls flying over her shoulder as she came to a stop. "i hope you have some good ideas, because this is vegas. we have to go all out."

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tagged • cargan !
clothes • prepare to drool !
listening to • if we ever meet again - timbaland feat. katy perry.
notes • god i love these two already xD

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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


YOU OUTTA KNOW, THAT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
to let it go, put on a show, I want to see
how you lose control, so leave it behind
'CAUSE WE HAVE A NIGHT TO GET AWAY
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Rehab was for quitters. That sentence was a truth and a complete lie all in one. Rehab was just a place where he had to get of the stuff cold turkey and then be expected to be able to function. It was excruciating, it was agonizingly painful. After coming from a place where he used to shoot up multiple times a day with whatever he had to being cut off completely was horrible. The shakes, the dry heaving, the cold sweats, the way his body rejected the decision to get clean…It pained him to even think about it. The thought alone made him wonder if it was worth it, if it was worth the pain to get clean. He was going to die soon enough, if he just continued on his path of self destruction. But then again, the thoughts swirled in his sober head. If he didn’t almost die multiple times, and didn’t almost get expelled then he wouldn’t have met Lena.

He thought about her a lot, the way she strung her words together or her bright toothy smile. If the circumstances were different, if they met some other way, maybe things would have been different. If he met her on the street, her china blue eyes had that dull look of sadness, maybe he’d stop her. Maybe she would have stopped him. And if he ever dared to end that with’ and we will live happily ever after’ he can just see Lena hit him on the arm, bruising his manliness. He chuckled at the thought; it was something Lena would do. Now he was left with only ‘what ifs.’ But he refused to see her as someone who was six feet under the ground, in a stuffy rough velvet lined coffin with some gritty design on the top. He remembered being one of the few people still in the church, just sitting there as the candles melted into puddles of wax as his thoughts did the same.

She was one of the few people he had faith in getting over her demons, which was rare in the institution. He called it an institution, it was just different from the traditional rehab, that calling it that was just odd. Unlike his suspicions, the institution was good to him, regardless that he only really tried halfway through the program. It was funny, seeing the look on his counsellor’s face when he actually started to get involved in the group sessions. It was like she was surprised or something that he had the ability to talk, rather than being under the impression that he was a mute. And how he stopped swearing and storming out during his one-on-one appointments too; Regan knew for damn sure that his therapist was glad he didn’t trash the office anymore. Now some may say the boy was a little ball of anger, but really he loathed the therapist and almost the entire staff faculty. It was certainly not his fault that they were utter douche nozzles; maybe if they weren’t so condescending, he would have thought and/or acted differently.

But that little stint in his life was done and over with, and he had no regrets. Why fret over something that has happened there wasn’t a point to do so. It had already happened nothing could occur to change that. And fear of the future? That was irrational too, so he didn’t stress over it much. Anxiety never made sense to him. But hey, by some luck of God he was able to come to Vegas, he should be thinking about some mental status, but instead of the pretty girl in front of him, “I had a dance in mind, Love…”

[/b] He said, shrugging a little, a small smirk playing at his lips. He didn’t want take advantage of his victory just yet. With his back against the bar side counter, he just looked at her. His eyes trailed along the edges of her shirt, his eye getting caught at her twinkling necklaces. He took a gallant sip of his beer, as the music changed into a more danceable, upbeat tempo…Not that it wasn’t before. “Let us just see where the night takes us, shall we?” [/b] He nodded, winking at her charmingly. He felt that old familiar tingle where he knew he wasn’t doing something that was ideal. But he loved that tingle, that little, perpetual rush that made the hairs on his arms stand slightly. Oh trouble, by any other name would be as sweet… “You can take the boy out of trouble, but not the trouble out of the boy.” [/b] Regan laughed, running a hand through his hair, casually taking a gander around the club, the crowded dance floor sort glowing in a tempting manner. The Irish Boy did actually like to dance, not just for the sake of getting ass. He enjoyed the way the rhythm flowed through his body, and he actually knew how to dance to boot; none of this ‘dance like a white guy’ bullshit. The little Turner had some moves people, watch out! Before Regan could ‘strut his stuff’ or however one would approach it, he sort of had to coax Carly before randomly taking her. That would have been rude. He leaned in close to her ear, whispering softly with a subtle smirk playing at his lips as he spoke, “Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” [/b] He winked, taking her hand delicately, looping his fingers within hers as his path towards the center of the dance floor became a serpentine.
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NOTES oh cargan, thou art magnificent. xD little short, wanted to get everything we planned done during this event. =]
STATUS complete! one of the shortest I've ever written in a very long while.
TAGGED carly, bby.
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "down" by jay sean feat. lil wayne.

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[Caroline Sutton]

CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTON
VIVA LAS VEGAS, TRYST: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007

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-----what did other kids dream about being when they got older? carly never really understood that whole, prima ballerina, horseback rider, doctor, lawyer, model kind of phase that every other girl but her seemed to go through. carly always knew that she wanted to be a dancer, and contrary to the popular notion, it was not some stuffy ballerina that she wanted to be. she'd always known that her feet were going to get her somewhere, and not in the literal translation. she knew almost past the day she started walking that dancing was a calling to her. yes, it was silly to think that she could dance before she could walk but honestly? it was pretty damn close to true. she hadn't had a lick of professional training aside from the few dance lessons she'd forced the cheer leading squad to partake in, but did that matter to her? of. course. not. carly sutton could dance circles around some of the best dancers in the country no problem. she may start off rocky but damn if she didn't pick it up fast as lightning and perfect it in a snap. she was that good. like i said, calling. and it was. she didn't aim for being a ballerina, or even going so far as to labeling what kind of dancing she would be doing. all she knew was that when push came to shove, she would be dancing all the way to her grave. there was never even a moment of doubt in her mind. there was nothing that compared to the feeling she got when she danced. not drinking, not bartending, and rarely even sex ranked up there with the ecstatic feeling she got when she danced. there was a kind of freedom to her movements, because she could really be herself no matter what. it was a kind of freedom she didn't get very often in the everyday world and she was happy to take advantage of it whenever she could.

-----vegas may be the city of sin but tonight it was going to be all about the dancing and having a good time. need that involve sin? well probably a pinch or two but carly didn't need to sell her soul just to have a good time. hell she hardly even needed drinks for that, but she got them anyways. she downed the fruity little drink that she had ordered before regan showed up, ignoring the fact that he was still reaching for a beer despite her attempt to turn him away from the drinks to begin with. oh well right? she wasn't his babysitter and wasn't going to be one. she was going to have fun and if he got too out of control well then he'd have to deal with that all on his own. carly was all for having a good time but she'd gotten herself into more trouble than she liked to think about and tagging along for someone elses mistake was not something she was about to do. she had done everyone else a favor back in those days where she did a fair enough job getting herself in a world of trouble. there were handfuls of people that she chose to not make miserable despite her ability to. carly could have ruined cain if she'd really wanted to. she could have told the whole school that he was the father, kept the baby, done a paternity test to prove it to him and the rest of the world, and then pawned her baby off on him in spite. she could have ruined what was left of ksenia after she'd dumped her for a shot at her throne and in order to keep her popularity crown. she could have done it all. but she was a bigger and better person for not, and carly knew it. she knew that she was better than all of keizer for keeping herself quiet and turning a blind eye to everything that had happened. though there were days when she wanted to regret how stupidly she'd carried herself, with what was left of her dignity, carly knew that in the end she was happy for the way things went. she hadn't given them a reason to hate her and yet they did. that meant nothing about her and everything about the people of keizer. they weren't worth her time and now she was sure of it.

-----but enough about the past. god it was all that seemed to be on her mind since she'd left. for a town she wanted to forget so badly, carly did a horrible job of it. though who could really blame her? after what keizer had done to her? that kind of stuff stuck with you and for carly it had despite all of her attempts to forget it. there was still the gossip that still stung like a fresh wound, the daily reminders of what she had done to her family, oh and let's not forget the gaping hole left behind when her baby had been taken from her. none of that was easy to forget and it had only been a few months since she'd even gotten away from all of oregon to begin with. so sue her for not closing the book on that chapter of her life so easily. things like that required time that she hadn't gotten yet.

-----carly played the shot glass between her thumb and index finger as regan's gaze fell over her. she couldn't help but to appreciate it. something about the fact that it came from regan made it more of a compliment whereas she would have slapped anyone else who looked at her the way he had. instead she got a bit of a thrill. "i think i can handle that." carly said in response to regan's idea of taking the night as it came. a little sense of surprise? of not knowing what could come? yeah she could definitely play a little of that. casually catching a curl or two in her fingers, carly flippantly tossed her hair over her shoulder, her gaze watching regan as he leaned in. "this night would be dull otherwise." carly whispered right back as she felt his fingers entwining with hers and making her smirk. she easily slid off the bar stool and trailed behind him as he snaked his way through the throbbing crowd. once he stopped, carly took a quick glance to see that he'd found one of the only more open spots on the dance floor. as if such a thing were possible. carly spun out slightly, spinning back in until her body pressed to his, her hands happily finding homes on his body as she moved with him to the beat. one of her hands slid up his body, lazily laying on his shoulder as her fingers played with the hairs at the base of his skull. "who knew that you could dance." carly said with a smile as she looked into his eyes, continuing to dance like it was nothing, because for a pro like her it kind of was. "i've seen your oldest brother dance, i think you gave him the two left feet syndrome."

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status • finished
words • 1430
tagged • cargan !
clothes • prepare to drool !
listening to • take it off - kesha.
notes • first cargan thread!! omg i think i'm in love.

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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


YOU OUTTA KNOW, THAT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
to let it go, put on a show, I want to see
how you lose control, so leave it behind
'CAUSE WE HAVE A NIGHT TO GET AWAY
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Regan never understood why people dreaded getting older. Both genders went into bouts of woe over the slightest wrinkle and the subtle creping of skin. Men went through mid life crisis which included whoring out with babes and ill informed decisions like purchasing a corvette to chauffeur said babes. Some women on the other hand, they are more regal about getting older, not diving into pits of insecurity and coming up with the resolution of becoming an unpaid prostitute. Those said women would inject their faces with poisons, nip there, tuck there, and perk up a little something. Southern California was infamous for such physical transformations. It boggled the young Irishman’s mind at how readily some people, both male and female, would subject themselves to the pain and then subsequent painful recovery of plastic surgery. Jesus, the personified Ken Dolls and Barbies he saw around Malibu were both terrifying and awkward. Fortunately, Regan did not fear aging, he was actually looking forward to it. It helped that Regan had always mildly dreaded his youthful face. Don’t get him wrong, he loved the fact that he looked the way he did, I mean come on, he wouldn’t be a Turner is he wasn’t thoroughly attractive. But he knew that once he was older, he would still be looking much younger than he would actually be. The boy used to have a fake ID, but hell, it was absurd how many times, bouncers or cashiers would glance from the piece of plastic, to his face and back again. Take tonight for example, that man-beast of a bouncer with his black shades in the middle of the night (what a douche, by the way.) had to push up his douche glasses up onto his shiny bald dome in order to view the ID and Regan’s face, making sure he wasn’t bluffing that he was twenty one. As everyone in his small town of Valkyrie California, knew, the boy was sixteen, almost seventeen come March, and that was nowhere near twenty-one.

But alas, asides from difficulties buying cigarettes and alcohol and the ability of entering nightclubs, Regan Liam Turner enjoyed being a sixteen year old. He liked it when his mother would do his laundry for him, even if the boy knew fair well how to operate the machinery. He liked going out with the friends that didn’t completely blow him off after the rehab stint, hell, he even sort lightened up to the idea of high school. It was odd, before going to Nevada, before getting clean, Regan absolutely loathed high school. He fucking hated it. He hated the people, he hated the teachers, yeah that even included Teacher-Riley, and he hated the fucking world around. Along with his loathing for almost everything, came the drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, everything harmful to his body he had it with the exception of sniffing glue, horse tranquilizers and cyanide. Yeah, he had just about everything else, even had a drug of his choice, Cocaine. Everything was attainable in Valkyrie; it was mini Los Angeles after all. At first, Regan went through dealers whom his parents thought were students he was doing school projects with, like a fat kid went through chocolate bars and kept saying it was glandular when really, you knew it wasn’t. Hell in the beginning, his mother even met this one kid who sold him some good old weed. Then the harder stuff came along and then his prized choice of cocaine. The inside of his nose should be completely wrecked right now, at his lowest, Regan was his highest; at the time this was great.

At the time, everything seemed to be great.

However, eventually, despite his greatest attempts to replicate his first high, he never could get as high as he did before. Reality began to blur into view in front of his eyes, and that was when the whole academy debacle came to be thus sending him to Nevada and therefore starting this rigor morel of thoughts in Vegas when he should have been thinking about nothing at all. He came here to stop thinking, not allowing his thoughts to run muck within his already complicated mind. That was part of the reason he was getting so well in school now, a complete 180. He didn’t want to think about things so he distracted himself with schoolwork, how fucked was that? It was like someone else had come in Regan’s place, but hell, he knew that there were some that wanted him to fall. But he didn’t want think about that, because that lone thought led to his biggest fear: relapse. It wasn’t that Regan was afraid of narcotics and what not, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to stop, that he might just overdose and die. So in return, the nearly fearless boy became weary, and began smoking like a chimney to avoid any other, more lethal cravings. But Vegas, it was the city that was built on temptation of skin, of money, and of everything else that might be deemed ‘sinful.’ You’re not the city of sin for nothing.

And in sin he might as well dive in head first, for he was standing casually in front of one of the most beautiful people he knew of; one Caroline Sutton. There was just something about her, something about them together that made him totally at ease. He was completely comfortable with Carly, which was one of the golden things about their friendship. Perhaps that was one of the reasons everyone back home at the Academy thought they were dating. He didn’t mind the rumor really, not like it was something heinous or anything, a change from the regular gossip. He didn’t feel the need to really correct anyone either, meh. When Carly returned his whisper with one of her own, he had to smile, “I like the way you think, Sutton.”

[/b] Things were going to become lucratively fun now. As they danced, it was enjoyable to watch how free she became. She was always a free spirit, but in the small amount of time he saw her body move along with the notes of music, he saw something different in Carly; she was carefree for that moment in time. It was nice to feel her weight against his chest, as his hands found their place at her hips, his rough hands subtly scraping against the soft fabric of her shirt, “There is a multitude of things you don’t know about me, darling, time will tell everything.” [/b] He closed his eyes momentarily, the scene soaking his spine as he felt her fingers play at the back of his neck. His body followed hers, fluid symmetry at its finest. As he heard her voice through the heavy bass and sounds of the masses, He opened his hazel eyes, a smile spreading across his face. Ah his brothers… Riley was definitely the epitome of the ‘white guy dance,’ which would consist of big arms, off rhythm steps and this shaking neck move. It was like watching a car crash, you. Just. Can’t. Look. Away. A small image of the eldest Turner played in his mind as he chuckled before responding, “Yeah, Riles does that one, ‘raise the roof’ move a little too much. It is always the better looking brother who knows how to move anyways,” [/b] the music became more upbeat, the bass still at its blaring volume, but somehow he could feel the music within him, the beat resounding stronger than that of his own heart. “Would you look at that, beautiful and has rhythm, my kind of girl,” [/b] He smirked, holding hand lightly as he spun her around once more, still keeping in check with the beat.
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NOTEStold you Cargan was next... this was much larger than I expected (that's what she said).
STATUS complete!
TAGGED carly, bby.
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "down" by jay sean feat. lil wayne.

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[Caroline Sutton]

CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTON
VIVA LAS VEGAS, TRYST: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007

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-----despite just how much like a glove this town fit her, vegas was good for nothing more than a vacation. it spelled disaster for her, moving here and living in the city of sin. she'd started committing sins at such a young age, carly was sure she'd be found dead in a gutter in a year or so at best. she didn't see much of a future here. sure she was a dancer and there were plenty of opportunities for her here that didn't necessarily include a strip club. she could be a showgirl dolled up in sequins and huge feather headdresses. she could dance in the background for cher or celine dion whenever they made their rounds. but none of that really sounded all that appealing. where would it lead her? if she was lucky some agent type bastard would watch the show with a girl he was trying to lay, see that carly had talent, and show her off to the big wigs at corporate. but that was a plot line best left to the movies. things certainly did go that way often and with her luck she would dance the years away hoping and praying that someone would come along and fulfill her dream. yeah. right. if she didn't wind up dead, just another victim of vegas, then she was bound to wind up some washed up dancer who was too old to get good work and would have to resort to some occupation that a majority of the population would frown upon. don't get her wrong, carly loved to dance, but that was where it ended. you start asking her to take off her clothes and you are guaranteed to get a shiny six inch stiletto up your ass. the only time carly stripped was when she was headed for the shower, or when she chose to. no other reasons were required. the clothes stayed on. being that she stood by that so strongly, after a few years there would be no job opportunities for her unless she bought a building and started yet another dance club. it wasn't the kind of life she wanted. even though a dance club idea wasn't all that bad, she didn't want to be a wash out when, or if, she started one.

-----there were hardly ever hopes for people from this city. everyone else saw the city of sin, the lights, the money,t he gambling, and all of that bright and shiny crap that would draw you in like a moth to the flame. but no one ever seemed to see the stories of failure. how could you miss it? it was painted on the face of nearly every local who was pretending to have the time of their life. those who lived in vegas didn't party every night. they didn't work some half wit job just to make enough money to pay for their drinks at voodoo, tryst, or any other place like that. no they were here but the light was out of their eyes. the hope that they'd once had about the city had been squashed beneath the steel-toed boots of reality. call that train of thought a buzz kill but carly saw it as a relief. at least she knew that now, looking around at the people of vegas. she knew what she would end up like if she stayed. if a person ever took a moment to notice, vegas was a blast from an outsider's perspective, but did you ever here a long-time local talking about the nightlife? did you ever meet a sixty or seventy year old man that told you how great the strip was? most likely you didn't. it was nice to know that now, that carly should go out and have a good time but eventually get back to her real life, family, and her job. because in the end vegas couldn't give her what she wanted over a long span of time, but valkyrie could. valkyrie didn't have the kind of draw with the lights, the thriving nightlife, and all of that, but after your mid-twenties did any of that really matter? call it maturity from an early life of pain and misery, but reality looked so much sweeter when she could go home to valkyrie. how strange that was coming from a seventeen year old.

-----carly lived her life on a kind of high, yes, but it wasn't the kind you would expect. her high was dancing, her high was happiness, her high was things finally going her way. when you got what you wanted out of life why in the hell would you need something like drugs. carly had never touched the stuff and for good reason. she had a bit of an addictive personality. in keizer she was addicted to being the queen bee, the shit, the girl that everyone wanted to be or be with. during her downfall she'd been addicted to staying quiet, keeping her head high, and holding onto her sanity. now in valkyrie she was addicted to never being the person she'd used to be. she never wanted to see that girl again. that ruthless yet gorgeously innocent girl who people sought to be like and walk over at the same time. she never wanted to be held on a pedestal again because it just hurt too much to fall. none of that was what she wanted anymore. that was a life she never wanted to see again, a life she swore she would never embrace a second time around. she'd made the mistake once when she was young and naive, when she was fifteen years old and knocked up by a raging son of a bitch who's true colors shone when the world was falling apart. never again would she be what people wanted her to be. if she was so determined now with all that had happened to her, imagine just how easily she could take to drugs. alcohol wasn't a problem, she knew her limits, but if she didn't stop herself, if she let her mind think that the alcohol would take away all of the pain brought on throughout the years, then there would be no keeping herself away from it. she was no idiot. drugs equaled bad, a no no, something she would stay away from on pain of death. it was nice to see that regan was so strong, being where he was and what he was, but carly knew she couldn't be as strong. not with the kind of relief that drugs could offer her. in truth she was a disaster waiting to happen, but because she never let that pain show, no one was the wiser.

-----it was when the music played that carly really became alive. it was as if the throbbing beat could break away the massive chips that rested on her shoulders and she could really be herself. nothing seemed to compare to it. the effortless smile that not only crossed her lips but seemed to transform her whole face. it was something that people got to see every day at bad seeds, but that was work. she always in one small part or another held herself back because it was professional courtesy. now? tonight? she was going to be herself and she was already doing a fantastic job of it. never in a few years had she felt so content. it didn't sound like a hard goal to achieve, but with her past...it just was. but to let all of that go for even a night and be so extremely happy with all that was around her, that was huge. if her family could see her now they would finally have recognized the sister or daughter that they'd lost a long time ago. no doubt they would be overcome with joy the way carly was right now. "good thing i'm going to be around that long." carly said with a smile as she watched his eyes close. she liked touching him for some reason. it was so effortless. it came with no strings, no intentions, no motives, which was something carly hadn't experienced in a long time, and she enjoyed it something fierce. she laughed at regan's comments about his brother, tipping her head back as she did so. she looked up at him as he spoke again, her smile only brightening. she threw her hands in the air, letting them twist like a braid as she spun before him, her hands settling on him a second time as she came to a stop. "promise me an incredible night." she said to him as she pressed her body to his, moving with the rhythm again. before he had a chance to answer, carly dipped backwards, coming up sharply so her loose curls flew into the air and fell back around her head like a bouncing, brunette frame of her face. "promise."

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status • finished
words • 1725
tagged • cargan !
clothes • prepare to drool !
listening to • take it off - the donnas.
notes • really long, sorry. i got carried away. she's just so happy right now it's infectious.

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[Regan Turner]

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REGAN LIAM TURNER,


YOU OUTTA KNOW, THAT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
to let it go, put on a show, I want to see
how you lose control, so leave it behind
'CAUSE WE HAVE A NIGHT TO GET AWAY
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Happiness was something foreign to Regan. Sure the lad has been happy before, and he was almost always care-free, but he has never really been happy for a prolonged period of time. Call it Karma or what not, but it always seemed his happiness was fleeting, if he got a little too happy something horrible would happen. Like the time when he was fourteen, playing rugby, since football was something of a gaudy affair to him with all the padding and ass slapping… Anyways, when he was fourteen, it was the medal game, deciding if they were to make it to the championships. He was running, his legs ached sheer anticipation as the touch line loomed closer into view. The boy, being in several rucks had the warm ball tucked underneath his arms, some blood lined his jersey over wars won only to gain possession of this oval play thing. Fortunately, Regan managed to make the try, winning the game. Of course without a doubt he was happy, hell, that was the farthest the team has ever made it, shit, bring out the drinks! However, the moment he stepped both feet on the touch line, scoring the all important try, his knee cracked, as he went spiraling down to the ground. After a round in the hospital and a pricy surgery later, it was known that his ACL, a ligament in his knee tore. Mother. Fucker. Perhaps he was being weary of happiness, just a little cautious of things that may or may not occur, but the boy just could not shake the feeling off that if he got a little too excited, or a little too…whatever, something bad will undoubtedly happen, immediately ruining his happiness in the first place. But don’t get him wrong, he was in no way a Debbie downer, he’s laughed and joked like the rest of them, but actually feeling of elation was something that didn’t usually occur around him.

Until this point in time, dancing with Carly.

It was weird to think that he would be completely happy at this point, dancing in an over crowded dance floor in Las Vegas. It was the place to have a good time that was fine, but he didn’t expect to really be happy. He knew the difference of having a good time and feeling happy, and oddly, dancing hand in hand, chest to chest with one of his closest friends made him happy. Regan didn’t have an unusually depressing life, the whole diving head first into drugs thing and lashing out were just minor blips in the full expanse of his life. Those were things he happened to do, not things that would define him for life. But things were different in the way society functioned, people still thought that he shot up every night, despite going to rehab. He didn’t think that it was going to remain a secret that he went to a rehabilitation centre, but at least he thought some would think of him differently after it… You know, if he wasn’t living in Valkyrie where the rumors traveled faster and farther than the truth ever would have. Even this little fact about the town he lived in came back to Carly and what the other people thought of the two of them. It wasn’t their faults that they acted the way they did, it just came naturally, that some people interpreted it as if they were in some sort of relationship. Regan thought he and Carly were strictly plutonic as far as he knew, and that was all that mattered. Come to think of it, no rumors really bothered the Irish boy, he was immune to the whispers that followed his exit from a room, and hell, he was a Turner, with the exception of Bevin and Riley, there was a bad reputation that he didn’t really give a damn about.

Reputations weren’t something he cared about, perhaps it was partly due to the fact that from the time he could remember, Regan always had one. He was the baby Turner, the boy destined to either become golden or get arrested. Gold was never Regan’s color anyways. And so, his reputation became larger than life, and so did the rumors… that scandal star chick even taking an interest in his down fall if he could recall correctly. The town’s fuck up, a bomb wait to explode once hitting rock bottom. Not one to disappoint, Tiny Turner sure did hit rock bottom, or something close to it. Wait, Tiny Turner?…Fuck, he was saying it now too all thanks to Carly. With this little stint he expected to be at the very bottom rungs of the social ladder, despite the fact that he wanted to think that he didn’t care, a little part of him did… But that was one of the many contradictions in his life… And somehow, without totally falling off the map, Regan managed to become freaky fast friends with one Caroline Sutton; whom he was currently twirling around, making room in the packed night club. It was weird, he didn’t particularly expect to become friends with her so quickly, so comfortably. That was the one word that really would describe their friendship. They were comfortable just dancing, just being here with each other without much on an expectation of anything. That was refreshing, not having the stress to live up to anything and just…be. It was a mutual understanding without ever being spoken, like a pact that was never brought up, never broken.

As the music became full of rhythm, and one could almost touch the beat, he could see Carly sparkle. Her curls swayed with her as the music took its hold on her. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her so happy as he did now. They danced together a little more as he chuckled and smiled at her remarks but closely paying attention also. He liked details, it was one way to tame his almost-ADD. The way her curls spun around a little slower than her, the way her make up brought out her bright brown eyes. He wasn‘t being a creeper, just taking extra interest in the little details Carly dressed herself in. However when one of the most important brunettes in his life asked him to promise an incredible night, he didn‘t even have to think about his response. “I‘ll promise you the world, how about that?”

[/b] He spoke, his voice smoother than honey on velvet as he pulled her closer, something he didn’t think was possible and kissed her forehead; a harmless gesture. solidifying the fact that he really did mean those words.
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NOTESFar sweeter than I thought xD
COUNT 1108 words
TAGGED carly, bby.
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "down" by jay sean feat. lil wayne.

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[Caroline Sutton]

CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTON
VIVA LAS VEGAS, TRYST: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007

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-----carly didn't give a shit about reputations anymore. not after all the stunts that had been pulled and all the hurt she'd endured. one would never think that a group of your peers could hurt you so completely, but boy they really could. carly was no stranger to pain. she'd been used to the random person in keizer saying something about her family as she walked down the street. she was used to kids in elementary school who had treated her like a leper until she grew boobs in middle school and suddenly became the boy's best friends. reputations were like herpes. once you got them, you were stuck with them and not only that but they followed you every where. on the random occasion where pills and suicide attempts didn't rid you of them, you had the horrible outbreak in which it all came back to haunt you. yeah, reputations were in a scary kind of way, really similar to herpes. creepy. but yeah, carly had long since gotten over her reputation and how much it followed her like the plague. she knew that if anyone around valkyrie found out about the life she'd left behind in keizer, it would come back tenfold. probably worse because she had made such efforts to hide it. like having a baby. carly read the scandal star, she admitted it okay? she was a sucker for seeing her face on the thing. she knew just how much SS hated Coho and made quips about her having an unborn spawn on the way. carly could just imagine the kind of things that would be said about her if they found out she'd a) had her so young, b) given her up for adoption, and c) had tried to hide it from everyone. yeah that would go over tremendously well. fertile myrtle comes back for round two. it was like she could already see the headlines.

-----but she had given up on keeping or having a reputation a long time ago. whatever she had now was purely by happenstance. she'd heard things about her being the girl to hand out with if you wanted to party hard or the girl who knew her way around the best of valkyrie. huh, maybe that was true, but she didn't care. carly was sick of the labels and she would be whoever or whatever she wanted to be. if tomorrow she wanted to dress up in a flannel pimp suit with ice blond hair and walk around calling herself the grand poobah, well then she would. but since that was likely to happen, oh never, she was happy just being carly, that girl who knew how to be herself. if there was one thing she wanted to be labeled as, that would be it. it was funny though because she seemed to be hanging out with the only other person in vegas who didn't give a damn about what he looked like, sounded like, or any of that. the way they tuned into one another and just channeled the real carly and the real regan was just incredible and something carly could not figure out to save her life. sure she should probably just go with it, accept the fact that they were the best of friends for some cosmic reason and be done with it, but something deep with told her that she wanted to know more. she wanted to know why. why were they the best of friends after knowing each other for no more than weeks. why were two people as damaged as them getting along so tremendously when people without a care in the world couldn't find friendship if it bit them in the ass cheek. well maybe it was because they now knew what they had to lose. carly had the memory of her daughter and all she'd lost because of her screw ups while regan had his sobriety and anything else that may have happened that carly didn't know about.

-----the fact of the matter was that they had been judged, they had been shunned, and now they had no reason to do that to one another. they had no reason to push the other away for the scandal they'd had in their lives. of course the only one doing the pushing would be carly. no one knew about her past discretions. no one knew about the baby, about keizer, about running away or having the whole town turn their back on a young, naive child. no one knew her history and she liked it that way. she didn't want people to know. all they would do was pity her. they would see her walking down the streets and the whispers would haunt her again, or they'd look at her with pity in their eyes for the girl who got herself and her family kicked out of an entire city. yeah who would voluntarily bring something like that up? who would purposefully stand up amongst the crowd and say "hey i used to have a kid but my parents forced me to give it up and i'm now running from every horrible thing that happened in my past." really who was that stupid?

-----carly hadn't been so happy and carefree in a long time and it showed. the clear effortless on her face wasn't something she'd felt since she was almost fourteen years old. it was the kind of thing one felt during a real time of innocence before the weight of the world came crashing down on you and forcing you into reality, or in this case hell. she could feel his eyes on her and feel the way he appreciated what he saw. it made her feel good. better than good. it just seemed to take this whole night to a different level. she was in all seriousness as she asked him to make sure the night was perfect for her. because it was probably the only chance she would get to be so happy. her dancing slowed at his response, smiling and actually blushing as he answered her. she even blushed more as he kissed her on her forehead. in a moment of pure insanity, carly slid her hand to his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. and actual kiss. a lips to lips he tasted really, really good kind of kiss. she ducked away from him a second later, all smiles as she brushed a finger across her lips. she turned back to him a moment later, laughing slightly at the situation. "i'm holding you to that promise." she said as her eyes locked on his, her body still happily pressed to his.

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status • finished
words • 1315
tagged • cargan !
clothes • prepare to drool !
listening to • take it off - the donnas.
notes • omg love love love them!!!!

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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


YOU OUTTA KNOW, THAT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
to let it go, put on a show, I want to see
how you lose control, so leave it behind
'CAUSE WE HAVE A NIGHT TO GET AWAY
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When Regan was a mere child of the tender age of seven, he would think that the movies he saw in the small beat up theatre down the way from his home in Ireland, they were real somewhere. Velvet ropes and glitter, something so regal that it put the royal line in shame. That there must be a place, a perfect place called Hollywood, where the people were eternally beautiful and problems seemed like a foreign object. A place where all the women dress in long flowing gowns and the men wore tuxedos and nothing but, a place so exclusive that even God himself would have to wait on the wrong side of the velvet ropes just to take a peek in. It was gorgeous and unattainable, and frankly, Regan didn’t ever want to be a part of it. He liked the glamour, the sophisticated appeal of Hollywood, of being a movie star to shine on the silver screen, but that was just it, appeal. He enjoyed having an interest in something he could never master, but it ended at that, he did feel the need to go down to Los Angeles and demand being loved and hated by millions. Regan hated wearing those stuffy suits his mum would make him wear at that age anyways. He liked being a real person, being able to go places without people knowing about his every single move. That was just pathetic in his mind, following people in every waking breath and utterly tiring. He would wonder how that Scandal Star or whatever, that person who had no life but to follow others managed to not become completely bored with the dirty laundry of Valkyrie. It was the same old shit, just presented differently. That was one of the reasons he wanted to just fly under the radar, like a normal person. Wow, his life was completely uneventful and yet the youngest Turner still wanted even less of a life. He was weary and still a little cautious about everything. When did he become a fuddy duddy all of the sudden? Frick, he was losing who he was and he didn’t even do anything. Well, rehab… that was bound to happen. But he didn’t think that it was a bad thing, it just made him a little scared of relapse, that’s all. It was the fear of being another statistic, of being the same old fuck up as he was before, as people wanted to be. All these thoughts made him ache for a cigarette. That was his only real addiction left. Riley hated it, even suggested Regan should stop completely but come on… Let him have something. It wasn’t like he was diving head first back into cocaine, it was the nicotine that kept him sane. Somehow those smokes kept those other, more vigorous temptations at bay. It was better now than it was six months ago, the temptations were less painful and were just a gnawing ache; dull and hollow yet persistent.

Maybe it was a bad idea to come to Las Vegas, but damn, he needed some time to himself, some time to come back to normalcy. Yeah, normalcy and Las Vegas in the same sentence… The boy was aiming for heaven, but by the looks of things, might as well end up in hell. Regan had been a good kid, post rehab, no one could deny it. His grades were dramatically better than last year, he was living with Riley which demanded the straight edge, hard working lifestyle. Sure it was a little boring and annoyed the youngest Turner to bits at times, but as much as he didn’t want to admit it, this regimen was working. Fuck, Riles was right, damn it all. Hell, the boy even had a job as a bus boy at Bad Seeds, the comfortable bar that Reed so magnificently owned. It was as if most of the pieces in his life were falling into the correct place. Some pieces though, like his relationship with Seamus, were still, how could he put it pleasantly…. Well, he and his father didn’t really have a relationship anymore. There was nothing to it. Regan hadn’t spoken to the man since before hitting rock bottom and being shipped off to the rehabilitation center in Nevada. Not a word since he came back and stayed three days in the same house. Cold, perhaps. But Seamus did have a knack for ruining relationships with his sons, the only real one left was Riley and he was too good to hold grudges or anything. He loved his brother, but sometimes Regan would think that Riles could never get angry, could never lash out like he, Regan, does on a regular basis. It even made him question if Riley was a real person, not some robot who was sent to their family to maintain some level of order. Then again, when he thought that Riley was a robot, he was higher than a kite and a robotic brother scared him shitless.

It was weird to think that the boy, a mere sixteen had already experienced the heaviest of drugs and still lived to recall his hallucinations. It was weirder that he still remembered most of what he saw, or rather what he thought he saw. Most would forget but Regan didn’t have that luxury, sometimes he’d see the things that he saw during his dreams. But he didn’t get up, he wasn’t frightened, he was just confused. That was it, confusion, it was all he was left with. Confused as to why he even turned to drugs in the first place, the images just fucked with his head in ways normalcy didn’t. And now he was Johnny Straight-Edge, sort of. But with a beer in his stomach, the subtle burning at the back of his throat, he was dancing with his best friend. Yeah, in the week and half Regan Turner and Carly Sutton hung out, they became the best of friends, just like that. Just like chocolate and peanut butter was such a mind blowing combination, as were Regan and Carly… Or Carls, or Car if he really was lazy. As the music raced onto another club song with high beats and hip swaying rhythm, he promised his best friend the world and sealed it with a kiss. And then another one, with a flavor of that fruity little drink she was drinking now on his tongue. So she might have kissed him, so what? Things were cool and what was better was how unaffected the both of them were, especially when he curled his neck a little and bent his knees ever so slightly to kiss Carly again. His hands found their places on her hips as he smiled, “I would not have expected anything less,”

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NOTESthought it would have been longer. hmph.
COUNT 1178 words
TAGGED carly, bby.
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "down" by jay sean feat. lil wayne.

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[Caroline Sutton]

CAROLINE ISABELLE SUTTON
VIVA LAS VEGAS, TRYST: VEGAS NIGHTCLUB, OCTOBER 2007

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-----carly had a tenancy for not looking up at the brighter side of things. she was a pessimist. it wasn't for a lack of trying to be an optimist, carly really did want to see the brighter side of things, but life had told her otherwise. she'd been all for seeing the brighter side of her...condition when she was pregnant back int keizer. she would have loved to see it more for an opportunity than as her dreams swirling the drain and she would have seen it as more, had it not been for the kids at school. it was amazing just how cruel people could be. to see her best friends turn on her on a dime, to see people glare at her when they knew nothing of the truth, to have people in class throwing balls of paper against the back of her head. it was tough to keep a cool composure during that time and carly had been as cold as stone. she had no reason to give those people the kind of satisfaction. they didn't get to see their stupid games working on her. they didn't deserve to see her cry. after the whole community had turned on her to believe the golden child, well, their opinions weren't worth shit to carly. if they could easily be so swayed like a flock of sheep then they weren't deserving of her reactions. no one even sought out the truth, not even carly's supposed best friend. true that carly hadn't given anyone to suspect otherwise. she'd never piped up for herself when cain started throwing accusations. she'd never said that cain was lying and tried to provide the evidence to back up her case. she'd seen the way people had flocked to him right off the bat, believing him immediately. with that kind of blind faith in the people, in her peers, carly knew it was a lost cause. no one would believe that she was actually faithful.

-----the fact of the matter was, she'd never cheated on a soul. how could she? she'd started dating in high school after the final year of middle school had brought about her popularity, then she'd gotten pregnant at fourteen. that didn't leave a lot of room to date other people. simply put, cain had been her first. he'd taken her virginity, he'd gotten her pregnant, and though he didn't accomplish that all at the same time, he'd still had the audacity to tell the world that she'd cheated. carly was happy. as happy as a fourteen year old girl at the height of popularity could be. she had the stereotypical life that brought about stereotypical jealousy. she was the head cheerleader, the youngest in the school's history, she was gorgeous, she was popular, she was dating the head of the football team, and basically all other athletics as well. she had the life anyone in her quaint little hick town could possibly want. maybe that had been why people were so quick to judgment, because they hated her for all the successes that she had even after her family legacy had fallen. but it could still be said that though she was the stereotypical popular girl in school, she didn't have that same attitude associated with it. before all of this crap happened carly had been the sweetest girl you're likely to ever meet. she hung out with people from every click and could talk to them like it was effortless, because in fact it was. she had given no one any reason to hate her and yet they still had at the drop of a hat. it wasn't fair, it wasn't right, and that was why carly didn't defend herself when cain made his accusations that everyone believed. she didn't have to defend herself to people she'd been so genuine with. if they'd taken a moment to consider who she was at the time with who cain accused her of being, they would have known something was up. but no one said a thing. not a soul in the world vouched for her besides the family she'd screwed over. effing high school.

-----though her life now sounded like a total rebound, it still didn't feel that way. she still felt jaded, she still knew that she'd screwed over her family, and she was still without her daughter. but she was here in vegas to get away from all of that and with regan in front of her, his hands on her hips as the music pulsed above them, it all felt possible. with him here she may just be able to forget about the past even for a moment and just have fun like any other normal teenager. just like in valkyrie no one here knew that she was the fourteen year old pregnant girl in her school. no one here knew just how far her family had fallen only to pick themselves up and have their youngest daughter dash everything they'd worked so hard to make up for. all of that was a distant memory when she could look up at regan's face and see that charming irish smile. she could taste the beer he'd had on her lips. it was no where near as good as the fruity drink she'd had but carly wasn't a stranger to beer so it wasn't that much of a shock to her system. she couldn't believe she'd kissed him. it was totally on impulse and totally because she'd gotten lost in the moment. but still, there were no complaints on this end. she had been slightly surprised when regan kissed her back, her hands locking around his neck as her eyes fluttered shut. damn he was a good kisser. it was funny though. they hadn't spent all that much time together but carly never would have pegged the chemistry between them as sexual. still it was obviously so as they kissed once again. she smiled, her fingers brushing the shaggy locks of his hair out of the way so she could look into his eyes. "you know, i distinctly remember promising you pie." she said with a smirk. "do you wanna get out of here? i'm thinking room service."

-----what harm could a little room service be right? after all they were in vegas. though a lot of people wouldn't automatically associate vegas with pie, well carly wasn't one to go with the flow. so maybe that fruity little drink was stronger than she'd first anticipated. so what? so maybe they weren't spending their first night in vegas partying it up, drinking until their livers cursed them, and then rushing off to the nearest elvis chapel. carly and regan broke the mold. they were going to be different. they were going to eat pie.

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status • finished
words • 1366
tagged • cargan !
clothes • prepare to drool !
listening to • take it off - kesha.
notes • the ending just makes me giggle like crazy.

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