it's a new night and a new location !

[Thomas Ambrose III]

( THOMAS JESSE AMBROSE III. )


( I MIGHT BE CRAZY BUT I THINK
TONIGHT HAS ONLY BEGUN )
( YOU'RE NOT MY NORMAL TYPE BUT
WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION )

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----TOMMY AMBROSE SLUNG HIS ARMS AROUND the two ladies beside him as the valet drove away with his mercedes. tommy breathed in deep. yup. you know it's vegas when the entire city smells like sex and regret. he was here with his partner in crime, tristan silver and their latest project, may avraham. may was the girl tommy took to the homecoming dance this year. the fact that she had never done half the shit girls her age did was the whole reason tommy was hanging out with her. you see, tommy was a player, a schemer, and always had alterior motives for everything he did. of course, he was a master of disguise and despite what some students might have told may about tommy out of the, 'goodness of their hearts' tommy turned on his charm and had never once acted like a prick in front of may. of course, his interest in may only escalated when tristan and him drummed up a bet. tommy claimed he could take may's virginity. tristan told him he couldn't. the end result was a bet. if tommy lost, (which wasn't in the cards) he would have to do drugs. something that he had been so against from the beginning. surprising, since this boy was a drug dealer. however, if tommy won, tristan would have to reveal to valkyrie she was the girl behind the scandal star blog. a lot on the line for the two. all for the innocent girl they were going to hurt somewhere down the line. yes, when money isn't an object, this was what rich kids did for fun.

reputations mattered to them the most. that's why to an outsider, what they were wagering might not seem like a whole lot, but to them, it was. tommy hated drugs, he did. he saw what the shit did to people. he made fun of crackheads. why would he want to become one? and well, his best friend was scandal star. someone who has been blasting everyone tommy went to school with. she revealed scandals that probably shouldn't be published and said things that was cruel. he figured no one would want to talk to her if they found out. kind of like what happened to her their freshmen year. when he found out about tristan being scandal star, he laughed. he found it really funny, because that was so something she would do. you see, tommy and tristan were like... the gruesome twosome. they were mean, evil people. they destroyed people for fun. people like that, well, they just meshed better together.

before tommy could say anything to tristan or may, a woman probably in her early thirties approached them. she looked professional with her hair in a low ponytail, but not too stiff because she wasn't wearing, say, a pantsuit. she outstretched her hand to tommy who let go of tristan to shake it. "mr. ambrose, welcome to vegas. your father said you were coming. i'm jennifer rogers." haha, of course thomas the second would call. just to say 'you see? i know where you are and i can control what your visit is like.' "thanks," tommy said. she started walking and tommy started following. "we'll have someone bring all the luggage up. your father made it quite clear there is to be no alcohol provided for you." tommy rolled his eyes, he hated his father. jennifer turned and looked at him, "and he made it perfectly clear that you won't be allowed to gamble." ugh, so this chick was now like some fucking babysitter. he let go of may now, who he had been pulling along for the past conversation. he stepped closer to the casino host who was about as tall as him. "you want to babysit me then? you... me... alone." tommy might be able to outsmart girls his own age, but women older and more independent had a hold over him. jennifer smiled sweetly. "sorry, i don't waste my time with children. i can, however, comp all the meals for you and your guests during your stay." tommy nodded. "sounds good to me."

jennifer led the three of them into the hotel lobby. so many people were in there. surprisingly, a lot of kids from the academy were checking in right now too. if jennifer wasn't going to supply him with the alcohol, he would have to get it himself. jennifer handed him two room keys. tommy always got his own room. he hated people interrupting him when he was doing business. he handed a key to tristan. vegas was going to be fun, but now it would fifty times more fun since the bet was taking place. so now, he was going to try and get may to sleep with him. step one, get her in sexier clothes. step two, get her drunk. step three, get her back to his room. there was really no other steps needed. tommy looked at the imaginary clock on his wrist. "ok, it's seven o'clock now. say at... eight thirty we meet back here to hit the club up? i have to go take care of this alcohol issue, and you guys need to get prettier. some more than others," he said finishing to look at tristan. trist could take his jokes, he wasn't quite sure if may did yet. before both of them left him, tommy stepped closer to tristan and whispered to her, "don't forget your part of the bargain."

as the two girls walked away tommy stood in the lobby for a moment before turning and heading towards the elevator. first stop, alcohol. no way was his dad going to ruin his trip to vegas.

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STATUS, complete CRED, format/graphics to me. lyrics, 'you look better when i'm drunk' - white tie affair LOCATION & TIME, christian audigier night club in treasure island, november 2007 CLOTHES, here TAGGED, may and tristan! I SAY, hope everything sounds good
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[Maidel Avraham]

•• Maidel Avraham ••

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THIS MIX COULD BURN A HOLE IN ANYONE
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------ The sad truth of it was that May had not even heard of Las Vegas until she was thirteen years old and heard some of the kids at Hebrew school chatting about it. When she had gone home to her mother and talked to her about it, she had gotten slapped across the face. Vegas was the land of sin, a place where only the world's most wretched humans congregated. And Maidel Avraham couldn't be more excited to get a change to go. She would have been ecstatic to just go with the school but no! It was even better, Tommy Ambrose was taking her. Now, Tommy had surprised her when he asked her to go to homecoming. She of course said yes, but honestly, she had just thought her more bubbly nature had annoyed him. But he had been so nice to her ever since that night, it was great. He was very different from all the other people she had ever met. Honestly, everyone here was very different than anyone she had ever met. They all seemed to be what kids in her old school called the Upper East Siders. Kids who don't have much supervision and live these exciting care free lives. Free to be who they want and do what they want and May wanted to be like that. She wanted to sneak out of the house to go to a beach party. She wanted to skip school to go bowling. She wanted to ignore the "no entry allowed" signs and stand up on the roof of buildings with the wind blowing. She wanted to go to a bar! She wanted to dance and go out on a date. She wanted to have friends. She wanted everything.

------ Things were so unpolluted to her at this moment. If she had only known how she was being played, even now as she sat in an expensive Mercedes with Tommy behind the wheel and his friend Tristan, who like everyone around here, was one of the most gorgeous people she had ever seen up close. I'm serious. As a rather plain looking girl, May felt so inadequate here. She wasn't sexy. She wasn't rail thin with big boobs. She wasn't born with a smokey, sultry face. She didn't dress sexy. She didn't wear make up. She was just... May. Even her own sister had been a model. Sarai was gorgeous and yeah they were only half sisters but still, you would think some of the same genes had snuck in. May looked a lot like her mother. She was also, thanks to her dark hair and larger nose, one of those people where you look at them and know they're Jewish. May's eyes hadn't moved from the window as she watched the country side fly by on their way. She was surprised to see that outside of Vegas was nothing. It went from complete flat land of nothing to a towering glowing city of lights. It was amazing. She grinned widely as they passed the streets of Vegas on the way to the hotel.

------ May stepped out of the Mercedes as they arrived at the hotel. With a friendly smile as the Valet came over and took the keys from Tommy she put her hand up and said "Hi" to the staffsman who looked a bit surprised she said hello to him but gave her friendly hi back before stepping into the car and driving it away. What? She never grew up wealthy, she still wasn't. She didn't know the guests are supposedly not supposed to mingle with the help. To her, the guy working was the same as them. Still, she gladly accepted it when Tommy put his arm around her, still just excited to be here. If only her mother could see her now huh? May was still looking around at the incredible hotel when a woman in a pantsuit and a pony tail made her way over to them. May was secretly happy that he had let go of Tristan to shake the woman's hand and not her. May listened as they spoke and had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Another attempt from parents to control people. She hated parents. They were just tyrants. May watched as Tommy stepped forward to talk to the woman quickly. As she and Tristan were both now free of Tommy's arms, May paced around a bit looking around the entrance. It really was gorgeous. She walked back over to Tristan. "Is the whole school really staying in a place like this?" She asked, sounding amazed. The money these trips must cost, and with the country in a recession? Wow. (this is in may's excited/amazed tone, not mary/anya's condescending tone).

------ A half second later Tommy was back and they were being lead into the lobby where May's question was answered, seeing tons of people from their school already scampering about. May watched as Tommy handed Tristan a key, it was a slight relief. Thing is, May's a virgin. Who could've guessed right? But she knew Tommy wasn't and the one thing that made her nervous was sharing a room with a boy she liked, let alone an experienced boy she liked because she didn't want him thinking he was going to sleep with her. She was saving that for someone who loved her, whom she loved back and after they had been together for a long, long time. Including having both condoms and birth pills. And after having been tested for all STDs. May's mother had gone into lengthy details about the evils of sex, and while she thought her mother was a little off on the emotions involved, there was no fighting the science parts of it. May had read too many stories about herpes and aids to ever go unprotected. Nope, nu uh. And it would have been worse had her mother shown her pictures which she wouldn't do. May wasn't allowed to see human genitalia. At least none that weren't attached to her own body, although her mom worked hard to make sure May didn't see those even, for more than while changing clothes.

------ May looked up from the key in Tristan's hand as Tommy began to speak. "ok, it's seven o'clock now. say at... eight thirty we meet back here to hit the club up? i have to go take care of this alcohol issue, and you guys need to get prettier. some more than others," May gave a little half smile before waving as they made there way upstairs. May looked down at her own little plaid dress. She took a deep breath, all of a sudden very nervous. She stopped Tristan, "Hey, do you know what he meant by that?" She asked concerned before looking back down at her clothes, "I really don't own anything that's not... well..." She pulled slightly on the skirt of her dress and bent her ankles back on the mary jane styled shoes so her weight shifted onto the outer edges of her feet for a brief moment before going back to normal. What? She was nervous.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; ToY and Tristan<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'the mixed tape' by jacks mannequin
CLOTHES;; Pre-Tristan make over and Post Tristan Make over
NOTES;; yay!
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[Tristan Silver]

( TRISTAN HEIDI SILVER )

NOVEMBER, 2007. EARLY AFTERNOON. TREASURE ISLAND.

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the city is at war, bless the young and rich ,
WITH THE DESIGNER DRUGS, AND DESIGNER FRIENDS
THIS LITTLE GIRL WAS ALONE IN THE WORLD. UNTIL....
SHE FOUND A WAY TO GET IT FIXED FOR FREE
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[/b][/font] was what you would call 'new' to one tristan silver. it was more of a boring routine than anything. she had been going on valkyrie's annual, and very illegal, weekend trip to las vegas ever since freshman year. four years, and it never got old, but it had become routine. perhaps because she could so easily gain access to the trendiest night clubs these days. it had been difficult to bribe the bouncers and managers when she was fourteen. not that she didn't get her way in the end, but still. las vegas, nevada was a completely different city than quaint little valkyrie, california. the people here looked down their noses at the, gasp, small-town california folk. it's not like they were from mississippi. as far as she knew, no one was sleeping with their brother. not that she wouldn't put it past some of her classmates; the ones she didn't know, or care, about the names of. but it remained to be so. las vegas was 'sin city'. the people here partied for a living. people spent twenty years to master the art of kicking anorexic reality whores out of their clubs. casino managers inspected all sorts of fake identifications for fun. it was all very different, all very difficult. even for people like tristan silver and tommy ambrose. while this life of luxury was definitely nothing new, the added security was.

but none of that had even started yet. as a senior, and officially eighteen, tristan knew she would have no problem gaining access to the alcohol and gambling. apart from being a legal adult, an american express black allowed her to look as old as she wanted. a slick gucci cocktail dress and fierce balenciaga heels screamed 'high roller' more than it did 'spoiled teenager'. she was a spoiled teenager at the end of the day. she just didn't act like it. whining to daddy about wanting that new prada clutch - which, by the way, gucci probably did two seasons ago - and not getting it? mature. it reminded her of anne levesque and her twisted little clique. almost four years, and she still found them repulsive. terrorizing them with an anonymous blog equals best revenge ever. however, that wasn't the point. the point was that this trip would have no bumps. she could stride passed any bouncer in las vegas and not be asked a single question. except maybe if her father would want to invest in their particular casino. yeah, sure, have his card. easy as hell. no problem here, chief. so she could actually focus on everything else for once. and not have to re-apply that horrid dark lipstick she had stolen from her mother when she was twelve. apparently it made her look older. and like some cheap prostitute, but who here was judging? it had only begun.

i wasn't lying when i said she was used to it. tristan had no reaction as tommy's shiny mercedes was taken away by the valet. her face remained neutral as two smiley fellows in tacky red suits opened the doors for the three californians as they entered the lobby of the one and only treasure island. pushing her sunglasses back into her dark hair, she blinked as the artificial lighting harshly hit her skin. right after some pricey, and not worth it, facial she'd gotten before tommy and may had driven up in his car. really, it would have been better to take her lamborghini. endless timeless. she did, however, roll her eyes as tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulders, as well as may's. really? that didn't scream stereotypical wanna-be high roller. oh no, sir, it did not. oh, right. who was this may girl? for as long as she could remember, she had come to vegas solo, or with tommy. everyone in valkyrie knew how horrid the pair could be, and knew to leave them be. no one wrecked that. well, until things began to get interesting. maidel avraham was the naive new girl that tommy was unexpectedly taken an interest in earlier that year. took her to homecoming and everything. now, tristan never would have bothered with the poor girl with very unfortunate wardrobe choices. but when tommy ambrose takes interest in someone, it was up to tristan to keep him from being, say, cheesy about it. she loved him, but still. so, the bet was made - innocently destroy this poor girl. it was tristan's job to turn her into the biggest slut in valkyrie. it was tommy's supposed want to take her virginity. stupid. no way he could do it. as any good girl gone bad should know ( i.e. personal experience ) it took awhile. tristan had been scared as hell during freshman year when the senior girls tried to make her some barbie. she never actually sexed it up until the summer before sophomore year, after her life had gone up in shambles. it was a bet. a bet with high stakes, and even higher risks. perfect for sin city.

having to reveal her identity as the infamous scandal star was worth it, if it meant watching tommy's own reputation get destroyed. money never had a place during their wagering session. reputation was everything to the people who owned valkyrie. it was what made it fun. that, and watching the city virgin become a mini version of tristan herself. no way she could transform may into another slut. she did things the right way, including destroying this poor girl. she didn't feel bad. not yet. it was what she did for a hobby. like everything else, however, it was only beginning. the she-silver barely contained a laugh as some uptight woman approached tommy. at least she could stop looking like a simpering show girl. as he released her, she shrugged him off, moved to face them and crossed her arms. as this jennifer lady listed the rules set down for tommy, she smirked. honestly? this was rich. her parents had only recently learned the power of being tristan silver. her father didn't care enough, and her mother was afraid of her. she could do whatever she wanted. half-listening to their 'private' conversation, tristan boredly looked down at the screen of her iphone. not even a 'miss you' message from mommy. "is the whole school really staying in a place like this?" looking up at may, she quickly tucked her phone back into the pocket of her shorts. self-made rules were still in tact. she couldn't even be a bitch to the girl, as she hadn't done anything horrible to her. ugh. "only the ones with deep pockets and who are fucking someone's father with deeper pockets." smirking again, enjoying her little truth, tristan looked at may closely. "he always goes over-the-top like this." motioning to tommy's turned back, she looked over as he approached them again, holding hotel cards.

taking the key card from him, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. =tahoma]"have a good chat with your zookeeper?" shifting her blue eyes down to the card and then over to may, she half-smiled. despite being, well, may, it would be interesting to share a room with someone. it got boring sitting in a hotel room by herself all the time. half the school hated her, and she avoided the other half. same level of glamour and sophistication, sure. but her social reputation had been forever tarnished. those muddy parties down on the beach were more fun, anyway. she, unlike certain others, had continued going to the shoreline, where they all used to play as kids. good memories. "ok, it's seven o'clock now. say at... eight thirty we meet back here to hit the club up? i have to go take care of this alcohol issue, and you guys need to get prettier. some more than others." shoving the key card into her back pocket, she merely rolled her eyes. did he honestly doubt her? and to question tristan silver's appearance? please. turning her head as tommy leaned in to whisper, she shoved him lightly with her shoulder. "best pick up your real poison while you're avoiding your zookeeper." turning to may, she motioned with her head for them to head upstairs to their room. easily falling into her runway stride, she only paused when may stopped her. ""hey, do you know what he meant by that? i really don't own anything that's not... well..." sensing the anxiety in her voice, as she looked down at her little plaid number, tristan smirked lightly. "the first rule of doing anything with tommy ambrose is to never take what he says seriously. he's as insecure as he is whorish" looking at may's dress, she paused lightly. "you're forgetting who you're with, darling. a little gucci, some balenciaga, and you'll be off to the races."

as the two girls finally reached their posh room, tristan pushed the heavy door open. hmm. decent. with its sizeable layout, luxe decour, and marble...everything, it was, again, nothing new. good. her luggage was here, too. pulling some random suitcase onto one of the beds, she unzipped it and flipped it open. half-looking at some of the dresses she had bothered to pack, she looked may up and down. definitely something shorter. she had to be almost a foot taller than may. "well, c'mon, mate. i can't do this all by myself." speaking over her shoulder, tristan offered may a slight smile. this was going to be so easy. may victory be hers.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, tommy and may !
LENGTH, 1636 words.
ATTIRE, cliiiick.
NOTES, ugh, rant. sorry if it's a little rough. i g-moded a bit. xD sorrrrry.
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to cobra starship - "the city is at war"

[Thomas Ambrose III]

( THOMAS JESSE AMBROSE III. )


( I MIGHT BE CRAZY BUT I THINK
TONIGHT HAS ONLY BEGUN )
( YOU'RE NOT MY NORMAL TYPE BUT
WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION )

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----TOMMY MILDLY WONDERED HOW TRISTAN WOULD sexify may. more importantly, he wondered if may would go for it. well, she was still kind of reserved. and tommy knew tristan, she was afterall, his best friend. he could safely say he knew her quite well. they thought alike, too, like twins shit you read about. even if both of them wanted to win their bet, tristaan still had to hold up her hend of the bargain. giving may a much needed makeover. tommy had faith in his partner-in-crime, but fuck him if may came down looking like a fucking tranny. he'd say angrily and ask tristan if he had to do everything himself. despite what many might think at seeing tommy and may together, tommy really did find her hot. just... drop the animal sweaters and the nun-run school plaid skirts. besdies, that's a lot of fucking layers. he learned this first hand from one catherine rose and a game of strip poker. those uniforms were ridiculous. because under the blazer and the blouse you had to have on a minimum of five camis and then two padded bras before you got to the goods. therefore, dresses were better. one piece of clothing, maybe a bra... maybe underwear. regardless, it all came down to, may was hot, but tommy wanted her to look and feel hot. i know, how nice of him.

even though he knew people were definitely taking notice of tommy's strange involvement with the new girl, he didn't care. because again, all his classmates can go on and on about what a doucebag he was, but if appeared to be a really simple guy with added privileges, there'd be no reason for may to think differently. like he told tristan during the making of their bet: he wanted to get to her first before anyone else did. he dibbed and people have been backing off. tommy was always surprised when he acted nice, like a gentleman. walking may to class, giving her a ride home, who knew being nice actually got you somewhere in people's books? and really, he wouldn't be in vegas with her if he hadn't tried building some sort of relationship. because it was a lot easier when he asked her to ride down with him and trist. she was jumping on the chance to experience some life. tommy didn't feel bad about what he was doing to her. all he was caring about was his reputation and sleeping with may to make him not do drugs. if he destroyed her, who cares? she needed to grow some balls anyway, might as well learn now before becoming an adult.

tommy's phone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out, hoping it wouldn't be tristan with some problems already with may. oh, but it was worse. fatherfucker is calling flashed on his screen. tommy rolled his eyes and stopped. he leaned against the wall next to him and flipped the phone open. "what," he said as bored and monotone as he could. "thomas. you made it down there ok, then." his father didn't even sound concerned, more businesslike. his father was still the only person who refused to call him tommy. "like you care," tommy told him, sounding distracted. two girls walked by him, wearing short dresses and their breasts popping out of the top. he smiled at them and they smiled back, waving to him a little. "you're welcome." tommy tore his eyes away from the women at what his father said to him. "for what exactly, dad? you've fucking cock-blocked my entire stay down here." he heard his father laugh on the other line. not because tommy was being funny, but because good ol' thomas was a dick like that. "you're eighteen, kid. you can't drink." his father was definitely on something. his father knew tommy drank. it didn't take a genius to find out. "i'm already an alcoholic, dad. it's hereditary from retards who name their kids after them." tommy was about five seconds from hanging up but then his dad said, "i want you to be safe down there. i don't want you being hauled back here in a body bag." tommy verbally scoffed into the phone. "i know you're trying to sound all sentimental and shit, but you don't give a fuck about my well-being. you just don't want to plan another fucking funeral." tommy pulled the phone from his ear and snapped it shut. seriously. what the fuck.

putting his phone back into his pocket, tommy set out what he was originally going to do in the first place. get his alcohol problem covered. pretty much, money could get you anything. all tommy had to find was some hotel worker who was young and probably in college, needing the cash. tommy would throw a couple hundred one kids way to get alcohol into his room. he saw a kid, wearing a stupid maroon vest walking his way. bell boy. this kid was perfect. tommy stepped in front of him, stopping the bell boy from going wherever he was heading to. "ok look," tommy started not wanting to waste anytime, "my name is tommy ambrose, thomas ambrose the third if we want to get technical, but here's the thing. i'm here in vegas through the weekend and my father plans on making my life miserable. he told the hotel host that i can't have any alcohol provided in my room. but you..." tommy eyed the kid's name tag, "...jacob could change that all for me." the kid could be not much older than tommy was. a few pimples spread across his face. "i-i-i don't know if i can do that. it'd be against hotel policy." an expected answer tommy believed he was going to get. tommy pulled out the money clip he left in his pocket. he could feel jacob's eye bulge out. "three hundred dollars might change your mind?" he asked, counting out three crisp hundred dollar bills and gave jacob the cash. he pulled out his room key too and handed it over. "just get it up to my room before... let's say ten. leave the key at the front desk and you'll go on your merry way. no one will find out." jacob seemed to weigh his options. "five hundred and it's a deal." tommy laughed. hey, if it got him what he wanted. extracting two hundred more dollars, he gave jacob the cash. jacob nodded and started heading off into another direction. easiest half grand the kid probably ever made.

tommy smiled and looked for the time. 7:20. jeeze, that had to be a record. telling off his father and bribing a hotel worker to get his room alcohol? tommy ambrose, you really outdid yourself this time, didn't you? he had time to kill, so he spent it in one of the hotel bars, getting buzzed before the girls came down. at around 8:30, he walked out into the lobby and waited. he should of known this was two girls getting ready. it wasn't until nine o'clock that he saw tristan rounding a corner.

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[Maidel Avraham]

•• Maidel Avraham ••

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------ The fact of the matter was, that it was truly astounding Maidel Avraham was there at that moment. If you had told her a year earlier that she would be in Las Vegas, Nevada with a rich playboy and his exciting friend Tristan both with quite a little batch of rumors following behind them, May would have called you a moron and moved on. Okay maybe she would not have literally called you anything, she was a little too on the nice side for that but the point remains. She just had a hard time imagining what her mother would do... although perhaps that was a good thing because the truth of the matter was that her mother would probably lock her up in a cellar somewhere and only ever let her out to go to Temple and pray for forgiveness, call her a whore when she could. Whatever it didn't matter. Her mother was in prison and her father was here and her sisters who had taken her in and now she was in Vegas and going to have a blast and not have her mother's voice in the back of her head yelling at her repeatedly about every single little rule. She just wanted to live without someone controlling her. She no longer wanted to be played with, or controlled, told what to do or manipulated. She was through with all of that. She promised herself that on the flight from the east coast to the west coast to get here. She was never to be used again if she could help it.

------ And oh, if only she knew right? If she only knew why Tommy and Tristan had taken her here. May wanted to try everything except one, and that one was sex. It's not that she didn't want to have sex eventually but when she was ready and older and in love with someone who loved her back. Not to some sleazy guy who made a bet with his sleazy friend that he could take her to bed. If she knew, it would devastate her. You have to understand, to May, this trip was really her way of breaking free. She wanted to be free more than anything and this was her declaration of independence. If she knew she was just being manipulated and used? it would just ruin it. May tucked a strand of dark dark brown hair behind her ear and looked up at tristan as she eyed her dress and smirked slightly. May furrowed her brow slightly at the smirk. Hey, there was nothing wrong with her clothes, that's not what she had meant. She liked her clothes, they were comfortable and respectful and girly. She just knew they weren't exactly Vegas-ready. "the first rule of doing anything with tommy ambrose is to never take what he says seriously. he's as insecure as he is whorish" May raised her eyebrows at this slightly. "Thomas insecure? heh... Meshugass" she added as an after thought, her slight Fleshing, Queens, Accent peeking out through her Yiddish as she spoke.

------ Meshugass was just Yiddish for craziness or insanity, madness, etc. Because the idea of Tommy Ambrose being insecure was just completely crazy to her. He was always so calm and cool. May's thoughts were interrupted by the stunning girl standing in front of her speaking again. "you're forgetting who you're with, darling. a little gucci, some balenciaga, and you'll be off to the races." May smiled gratefully at her as she began walking next to her. After a few steps down the hall May looked up at her confused, "What's Balenciaga?" May asked earnestly. May had heard of Gucci, it was a purse or something, maybe a designer but Balenciaga was a completely foreign word to her. As they entered their large... huge... gigantic room! May just starred mouth agape. The room was gorgeous and ridiculous at the same time. From the marble floors to the silky sheets, everything was so elegant and ritzy and May was so in awe that she didn't even notice their luggage was already there. Nor had she noticed Tristan had already lifted a bag up onto her bed and was digging through it. May was looking up at the ceiling when she heard the girl's confident voice once more. "well, c'mon, mate. i can't do this all by myself." May spun around to look at her confused, "What do you mean?" She asked walking over to her, not being able to help giving a little peek into the other girls now open suitcase.

------ May looked back up at Tristan. Through the next few minutes Tristan went towards looking for a dress for May. May had offered to open her own suitcase to show her what she already had but for some reason, Tristan already seemed to guess that she would not have what they were looking for. When Tristan held up the dress she decided on all May could do was stare at it for a few moments, where was it? All she saw was a little black thing. She cocked her head to side slightly, "Wait, you want me to wear a sock?" May asked pointing gently to the short tube top black dress of leather and cloth. Needless to say, May had never worn anything really sexy before and that was... well, wow. Let us just say May was happy that she always shaved her legs all the way up as opposed to the thigh as some girls. But seriously, it did kind of look like a black sock with the toes cut out, for a very large footed person but still. It did look too small for a real person to fit inside but after a short amount of persuading, May was pulling it up over her hips and finally all the way up. May felt different in the dress. She held still as Tristan put on final touches and in her own mind actually shocked herself by thanking her mother for making her learn to walk in heels because otherwise she would have hurt herself. Hell she still might. May stepped in front of the mirror, "Wow." She spoke softly before looking at Tristan who was dolled up herself and looked amazing, "I don't look like the same person." She stated simply. But she did look more Vegas.

------ Within moments, the two girls were back on their way downstairs to meet Tommy, which of course May was now nervous about, looking like this in public. And even more nervous when a couple guys passed them in the hallways and whistled, not something May was used to. She had let Tristan take the lead, naturally, and was always a few steps behind her, kind of like how she felt with life in general, when they rounded to corner to see Tommy.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; ToY and Tristan<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'the mixed tape' by jacks mannequin
CLOTHES;; Pre-Tristan make over and Post Tristan Make over
NOTES;; So late
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