<<<Max>>>
When Kyle comes up and joins us on the bed I smile. After Kyle performs his front and back flip the crowed erupts into applause. Kyle notices Michael and my less then impressed look.
“Oh, you think you can do better? Well, show me whattcha got...” he says stepping off of the bed.
“Oh I got better.” I say
“Please Max, I’m two years your senior I was jumping on beds while you were still in the womb.” Kyle taunts me.
“More like senior citizen.” I taunt back.
“Ah, you talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?”
“I can walk, it, flip it, and lay it down.” I quip back.
“Yeah, yeah, enough talk. Do it.” Kyle says.
“Do it Do it Do it Do it!” The crowed starts to chant.
“Alright, alright.” I walk back over to our table where Alex is sitting with some woman.
“Chickening out Evans?” Kyle shouts over to me. “You wish gramps.” I shout back.
I walk around the table to my seat. “Pardon me Al,” I look at the woman. “Miss, if the two of you will excuse me, I just gotta barrow this.” I say pulling my chair away.
I people clear the way as I take my chair back over to the bed then stand up on top of it.
“Alright, clear the bed ladies and gentlemen, I’m gonna need some room.” I turn around and face Kyle. “Oh and Kyle, buddy, you may want grab on to something, cause I’m about to blow you away.”
The crowed ohhs at my taunting and then they clear the bed.
“Alright let’s count her down.” I say smiling at the crowed.
“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!”
On one I jump of my chair onto the bed, bouncing into a mid air Misty Flip, and then landing on the floor. I let out a whoop as I stumble back into a group of people after my brief vertigo from my flip. After I semi manage to get my wits about me I slowly my way back over to Kyle.
“Beat that Valenti!” I challenge. Right before I let myself fall down to the bed.
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ooc: we need to get our asses in that club so this is peedy and to teh point, lol!
LIZ
So after we all gawk at each other and complement each other enough to make our own selves feel vulnerable we head out. The limo I has waiting for us was prompt and smooth sailing. I couldn't resist sticking my head out the top when we glided down 9th street but I suppose we all have a little kid in us. Some more than others...
"So this should be fun." I smile, "I mean can you imagine all the young, hot, up and coming royalty that will be at our fingertips tonight?" I nudge Maria who is seated beside me, "Okay so anny up. What'll be tonight? Whoever gets the most nu,bers or whoever grabs the guy with the biggest bank account?" I smile as we pull up to the front entrance of the club. "Speak now girls cuz I have a feeling that this is going to be one hell of a night!"
LIZ
So after we all gawk at each other and complement each other enough to make our own selves feel vulnerable we head out. The limo I has waiting for us was prompt and smooth sailing. I couldn't resist sticking my head out the top when we glided down 9th street but I suppose we all have a little kid in us. Some more than others...
"So this should be fun." I smile, "I mean can you imagine all the young, hot, up and coming royalty that will be at our fingertips tonight?" I nudge Maria who is seated beside me, "Okay so anny up. What'll be tonight? Whoever gets the most nu,bers or whoever grabs the guy with the biggest bank account?" I smile as we pull up to the front entrance of the club. "Speak now girls cuz I have a feeling that this is going to be one hell of a night!"
Pippin: Yes, we've had one. But what about second breakfast?
Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip.
Kyle
After witnessing Max’s feat of daring with the chair, I spot Alex at the bar chatting up a cute red head. I decide he’s got the right idea, "Some other time Evans!" I say, straightening my shirt and tie. “Come along now and let some of the other kids play” I say referring to crowd of people surrounding the bed, waiting eagerly so they too can have the chance to jump around like a bunch of idiots.
Max comes off the bed grudgingly and follows me and Michael off the dance floor to the bar where Alex is. I point out a rather spacious booth in the corner and say “Let’s have a seat” as I reach Alex, “Your friend can come too, Alex” I say as I have the bartender send over our drinks to the empty booth. “Oh, and send over a bottle each of Dom and Cristal, while your at it”
After witnessing Max’s feat of daring with the chair, I spot Alex at the bar chatting up a cute red head. I decide he’s got the right idea, "Some other time Evans!" I say, straightening my shirt and tie. “Come along now and let some of the other kids play” I say referring to crowd of people surrounding the bed, waiting eagerly so they too can have the chance to jump around like a bunch of idiots.
Max comes off the bed grudgingly and follows me and Michael off the dance floor to the bar where Alex is. I point out a rather spacious booth in the corner and say “Let’s have a seat” as I reach Alex, “Your friend can come too, Alex” I say as I have the bartender send over our drinks to the empty booth. “Oh, and send over a bottle each of Dom and Cristal, while your at it”
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*Tess*
"I vote whoever grabs the guy with the biggest bank account wins! Quality over Quantity I always say!"
I look up at the magnificant club before us. Wow! We are going to tear it up tonight. I smile at my girls as we confidently stroll to the door.
"I vote whoever grabs the guy with the biggest bank account wins! Quality over Quantity I always say!"
I look up at the magnificant club before us. Wow! We are going to tear it up tonight. I smile at my girls as we confidently stroll to the door.
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Mario
Going places with my cousin is hard, I hate going, I mean it's not like her personality sucks or something it's just so she's freaking bossy and controling. I have to dress according to her style and taste, if I don't then I get the priviledge of listening to her bitch the entire time. It's so stressful having to go through my closet and pick out things I think she'll agree on. I would wear something ugly if I knew Angela wouldn't force me to change, why can't she just be normal and give me the option of changing or not going?
Giving up I pull on a pair of jeans and a dressy shirt it's not the best outfit but it's the only thing I can think of and besides it's not like Angela's going to let me have a say (not that I'd want one) in her outfit.
Going places with my cousin is hard, I hate going, I mean it's not like her personality sucks or something it's just so she's freaking bossy and controling. I have to dress according to her style and taste, if I don't then I get the priviledge of listening to her bitch the entire time. It's so stressful having to go through my closet and pick out things I think she'll agree on. I would wear something ugly if I knew Angela wouldn't force me to change, why can't she just be normal and give me the option of changing or not going?
Giving up I pull on a pair of jeans and a dressy shirt it's not the best outfit but it's the only thing I can think of and besides it's not like Angela's going to let me have a say (not that I'd want one) in her outfit.
(Picture Angela's dress in black)
Angela
"Daria!!! Daria!!!! Get in here!" I shout into my speaker, I know I sound like I'm dying or something but I don't want to be too late to meet the girls, I mean there's such thing as fashionably late and then there's just late. Plus I have to pick up Mario on the way to the club and he had better be dressed presentably or I'm going to kick his ass.
"My name isn't Daria ma'am!"
"And like I've already told you I don't care what your name is. If I want to call you mud then guess what? I'm going to call you mud and you're going to answer to it, got it?" I snap as I shut the clasp of my Rene Caovilla heels and stand up, they feel nice.
"Okay.. what is it you need?" She relents and I smile sweetly.
"I need a cab. so. that. means. you. call. them. now." I say with a sigh, why does everyone have to be so freaking difficult?
"Alright, I'll call them."
She stands there as if expecting me to say something else, "You. can. go. now." Ugh please do I need to tell her she's allowed to breath as well?
Fixing the end of my dress I spin around surveying myself in the mirror, I must admit I look good for getting ready in 20 minutes inside my office.
Angela
"Daria!!! Daria!!!! Get in here!" I shout into my speaker, I know I sound like I'm dying or something but I don't want to be too late to meet the girls, I mean there's such thing as fashionably late and then there's just late. Plus I have to pick up Mario on the way to the club and he had better be dressed presentably or I'm going to kick his ass.
"My name isn't Daria ma'am!"
"And like I've already told you I don't care what your name is. If I want to call you mud then guess what? I'm going to call you mud and you're going to answer to it, got it?" I snap as I shut the clasp of my Rene Caovilla heels and stand up, they feel nice.
"Okay.. what is it you need?" She relents and I smile sweetly.
"I need a cab. so. that. means. you. call. them. now." I say with a sigh, why does everyone have to be so freaking difficult?
"Alright, I'll call them."
She stands there as if expecting me to say something else, "You. can. go. now." Ugh please do I need to tell her she's allowed to breath as well?
Fixing the end of my dress I spin around surveying myself in the mirror, I must admit I look good for getting ready in 20 minutes inside my office.
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**Gail**
'I shouldn't be doing this,' is the one thought that travels repeatedly through my mind as I pass the valet the keys to my car.
Seriously, what in God's name am I doing here? I'm not one of these people. Ok, so maybe I look like them. My dress really is to die for. As it should be considering what I paid for it. And yeah, I have enough money to buy and sell a normal person 50 times over. I also admit that I'm one of the best looking females here, well at least in the top 10%. Blending is not an issue in the least.
But that isn't the point. I'm only 17 years old. I could end up in jail for just stepping a foot inside this club. IN JAIL! Daddy would kill me if that happened. Or worse, disown me. Of course it goes without saying that if faced with a choice between death and being poor I would choose the later. Even envisioning a life of Target jeans and Payless shoes leaves me with an urge to hyperventilate. I'm allergic to discount clothing - seriously, I AM! I get all itchy, and these weird blotches form on my...I really need to change the direction of my thoughts.
Self confidence is the key here. Look the part, act the part, focus on the outcome. That and deep breaths. I need to remember to breathe. Just not too deeply or else I might pop out of my dress. So deep, shallow breaths, one foot in front of the other, don't trip over my own feet, and BAM! I'm at the door. Yay for me. Now, just smile and hand over my I.D. For $200 it better look genuine enough to get me in or else the little bastard who sold it to me will be castrated.
Wow. That was easy. I should have done this ages ago. The dumb ass door man was so busy looking at my breasts he barely even glanced at my I.D. Just goes to prove once again that the secret to success lies not in brains, or charm, but in a nice chest. The girls certainly earned their bra allowance tonight.
Slipping inside I head straight for the bar. I’m tempted to order something alcoholic for the sake of my nerves, but I know better than that. If I am to have a chance of pulling this off I need to keep my wits about me, and considering my very low tolerance for alcohol, drinking isn’t the best way to do that. So instead I order a Diet Coke, and give the bar tender a go to hell look as he raises an eyebrow. Screw him.
Now all I have to do is sit back and wait. They should be here any minute. Then it’ll be time to implement phase two of my plan. Until then I just need to blend in and keep from being noticed. That shouldn’t be that difficult, should it?
'I shouldn't be doing this,' is the one thought that travels repeatedly through my mind as I pass the valet the keys to my car.
Seriously, what in God's name am I doing here? I'm not one of these people. Ok, so maybe I look like them. My dress really is to die for. As it should be considering what I paid for it. And yeah, I have enough money to buy and sell a normal person 50 times over. I also admit that I'm one of the best looking females here, well at least in the top 10%. Blending is not an issue in the least.
But that isn't the point. I'm only 17 years old. I could end up in jail for just stepping a foot inside this club. IN JAIL! Daddy would kill me if that happened. Or worse, disown me. Of course it goes without saying that if faced with a choice between death and being poor I would choose the later. Even envisioning a life of Target jeans and Payless shoes leaves me with an urge to hyperventilate. I'm allergic to discount clothing - seriously, I AM! I get all itchy, and these weird blotches form on my...I really need to change the direction of my thoughts.
Self confidence is the key here. Look the part, act the part, focus on the outcome. That and deep breaths. I need to remember to breathe. Just not too deeply or else I might pop out of my dress. So deep, shallow breaths, one foot in front of the other, don't trip over my own feet, and BAM! I'm at the door. Yay for me. Now, just smile and hand over my I.D. For $200 it better look genuine enough to get me in or else the little bastard who sold it to me will be castrated.
Wow. That was easy. I should have done this ages ago. The dumb ass door man was so busy looking at my breasts he barely even glanced at my I.D. Just goes to prove once again that the secret to success lies not in brains, or charm, but in a nice chest. The girls certainly earned their bra allowance tonight.
Slipping inside I head straight for the bar. I’m tempted to order something alcoholic for the sake of my nerves, but I know better than that. If I am to have a chance of pulling this off I need to keep my wits about me, and considering my very low tolerance for alcohol, drinking isn’t the best way to do that. So instead I order a Diet Coke, and give the bar tender a go to hell look as he raises an eyebrow. Screw him.
Now all I have to do is sit back and wait. They should be here any minute. Then it’ll be time to implement phase two of my plan. Until then I just need to blend in and keep from being noticed. That shouldn’t be that difficult, should it?
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ALEX
"You wanna join us Mandy or would you prefer waiting here for your friends?" I asked the girl next to me. I learned that she is waiting for some friends from college and her ex-boyfriend. At first she seems unsure but when Kyle mentions the expensive champagner, she is perking up.
"Yeah sure."
"Cool." I say with a half smile. Looks like she is one of the girls who likes the nice things in life and she's out to get back at her ex, so much I gathered. This might get interesting.
"You wanna join us Mandy or would you prefer waiting here for your friends?" I asked the girl next to me. I learned that she is waiting for some friends from college and her ex-boyfriend. At first she seems unsure but when Kyle mentions the expensive champagner, she is perking up.
"Yeah sure."
"Cool." I say with a half smile. Looks like she is one of the girls who likes the nice things in life and she's out to get back at her ex, so much I gathered. This might get interesting.
Angela
"I'm outside your place." I huff into my cell, "So get your ass out here before I leave you." I click off my phone and lean back against the barely padded cheaply made seats. I know it's an empty threat, I want Mario to go with me because I need someone there but I felt the need to say that anyway.
"Boy troubles?"
"Do I look like someone who has boy troubles?" I bark at the driver, can't he just mind his own business and stop listening in on my conversations?
"No... Yes? I don't know...?"
"Then why did you ask?"
" I was trying to be nice?"
"Am I paying you to be nice? No, I'm not paying you to listen in on my conversations I am paying you to shut up and drive."
"Okay..."
I tap my fingers idlely against the side of the window in annoyance, why do all the hired help I run into have to be so stupid? I mean seriously I should not surround myself with idiots anymore.
"Hey cus." Mario opens the cab door and slides in, he looks alright. If he would only let me pick out his clothes he could look so much better.
"Hey, you know you really should allow me to take you shopping. We might even find you some clothes that make you look half as good as I do." I tell him with a sweet smile.
"Don't flatter yourself." He says sarcastically and I throw him a death glare.
"Fuck off," I say with another angrily glare, "And besides it's not like I said you're ugly ugly I simply implied that you're ugly."
"Thanks because that makes me feel so much better about myself."
"It should! I could have said you look hideous."
"Whatever, you're the one that looks hideous Ang." He tells me while smirking his trade mark smirk... ergg I wanted to smack him when he use to smirk at me like that when we were kids, it's like ugh.
"Please I could pass for a Princess or a celebrity on my bad days."
"You are a celebrity or at least you should be famous for all the money fucks you've done."
I yelp and smack him upside the head with my purse as we pull up in front of club BED. Sliding out of the cab I put on my best smile and wait for Mario to follow lead.
"Angela Molina." I say with a flirty smile. The doorman smiles and lets us go inside. This place looks pretty wild and I bet everyone hasn't even arrived yet, I'll hate to see it in a couple of hours.
"So, now what?"
"Now, we're here to mingle with important people. If you have any trouble knowing who those types are just ask me because I know you have a thing for moneyless tramps."
"That's because some of us aren't into the game." He says and I roll my eyes.
"Please, the only people not into the game are ugly people, dumb people although there have been af ew exceptions to that one, wimpy people and generally stupid married people." I inform him with a sigh, "And you definately fit into the wimpy group."
"Don't be mad because not all of us are heartless."
"I have a heart!" I protest stifly.
"Yeah right, that's why you whore yourself out for cash?"
"I do not whore myself out!" I state with a glare.
"Yeah uh huh I guess they've changed the name of it then?" He says as a trashy blond makes an apperance.
"What do you want?" I ask rudely before she can even get a word out. I don't have time to mingle with bimbo's I have bigger fish to fry.
"His number or a night with him, which evers easier." How can she be so fucking bold? I could be his wife or his mother okay maybe I'm couldn't be his mother but you get the picture!
"As if I mean look at you, my cousin does not have time for a sleezy whore who's only out for his money so take a fucking hike blondie."
"I think that's up to him to decide whether he wants me to leave or not."
"Soon it'll be up to my fist." I tell her and she stands there," Has all that bleach completely fried what little brain you had to begin with?" I ask with my most evil glare, "The only thing easy to get into here is you. I bet for a twenty he'd get the works but since getting rid of you is harder then getting into you how about I make it fifty and you walk?"
"Fuck off, I'm not like that."
"Should I make it $100?" I ask, "Because I suggest you take it."
"Deal.."
I open my wallet and throw a bill at her, I'm annoyed and I really want to smack her but she'd probably try digging her nails into my face and that just isn't worth the trouble.
"Buy me a drink cuz." I tell him with an annoyed expression, "Why do I put up with you?" I ask as we head towards the bar.
"Because you know you love and adore me?" He replies sarcastically and I roll my eyes.
"Martini, dirty." I say with a tight smile, "Two olives."
"And a beer for me." Mario cuts in tossing over some cash.
When we finally get out drinks I'm about to turn around but someone whispers in my ear, "Here you are."
Spinning around I snap, "Do I nkow you?" What's his name, he's the tall dark dude I dated for a couple days... Umm Derek? No... Josh? No... Jared? No.... Carlos? No... David? Don't think so... umm... Malcom? No... Fuck this is too hard.. and besides why should I care who he is?
"You knew me when you were using my cards."
"And? I don't want to know you anymore so leave."
"No for the bill I got stuck with you owe me." He states and I sigh this is yet another hazard of the game.
"I don't owe you anything so go fuck yourself." Why is Mario just standing there watching? Is he amused by this display? This is not freaking funny, aren't family supposed to have your back?
"I think you owe me alot." He says with a suggestive smile and finally my cousin comes to my rescue, I watch as Mario mugs the guy, glaring at him impressively, I must say he's learned a trick or two from me. It doesn't take long for the guy to get the picture and leave.
"Thanks,"
"No problem but you should really stop doing that."
"What just happened was not my fault!" I tell him and use my radar to search out my girls, when I find them I head in their direction, coming up behind Liz I drap my arms around her and say "Hello Ladies." Turning towards Mario I introduce him, "You remember Mario.. right?"
"I'm outside your place." I huff into my cell, "So get your ass out here before I leave you." I click off my phone and lean back against the barely padded cheaply made seats. I know it's an empty threat, I want Mario to go with me because I need someone there but I felt the need to say that anyway.
"Boy troubles?"
"Do I look like someone who has boy troubles?" I bark at the driver, can't he just mind his own business and stop listening in on my conversations?
"No... Yes? I don't know...?"
"Then why did you ask?"
" I was trying to be nice?"
"Am I paying you to be nice? No, I'm not paying you to listen in on my conversations I am paying you to shut up and drive."
"Okay..."
I tap my fingers idlely against the side of the window in annoyance, why do all the hired help I run into have to be so stupid? I mean seriously I should not surround myself with idiots anymore.
"Hey cus." Mario opens the cab door and slides in, he looks alright. If he would only let me pick out his clothes he could look so much better.
"Hey, you know you really should allow me to take you shopping. We might even find you some clothes that make you look half as good as I do." I tell him with a sweet smile.
"Don't flatter yourself." He says sarcastically and I throw him a death glare.
"Fuck off," I say with another angrily glare, "And besides it's not like I said you're ugly ugly I simply implied that you're ugly."
"Thanks because that makes me feel so much better about myself."
"It should! I could have said you look hideous."
"Whatever, you're the one that looks hideous Ang." He tells me while smirking his trade mark smirk... ergg I wanted to smack him when he use to smirk at me like that when we were kids, it's like ugh.
"Please I could pass for a Princess or a celebrity on my bad days."
"You are a celebrity or at least you should be famous for all the money fucks you've done."
I yelp and smack him upside the head with my purse as we pull up in front of club BED. Sliding out of the cab I put on my best smile and wait for Mario to follow lead.
"Angela Molina." I say with a flirty smile. The doorman smiles and lets us go inside. This place looks pretty wild and I bet everyone hasn't even arrived yet, I'll hate to see it in a couple of hours.
"So, now what?"
"Now, we're here to mingle with important people. If you have any trouble knowing who those types are just ask me because I know you have a thing for moneyless tramps."
"That's because some of us aren't into the game." He says and I roll my eyes.
"Please, the only people not into the game are ugly people, dumb people although there have been af ew exceptions to that one, wimpy people and generally stupid married people." I inform him with a sigh, "And you definately fit into the wimpy group."
"Don't be mad because not all of us are heartless."
"I have a heart!" I protest stifly.
"Yeah right, that's why you whore yourself out for cash?"
"I do not whore myself out!" I state with a glare.
"Yeah uh huh I guess they've changed the name of it then?" He says as a trashy blond makes an apperance.
"What do you want?" I ask rudely before she can even get a word out. I don't have time to mingle with bimbo's I have bigger fish to fry.
"His number or a night with him, which evers easier." How can she be so fucking bold? I could be his wife or his mother okay maybe I'm couldn't be his mother but you get the picture!
"As if I mean look at you, my cousin does not have time for a sleezy whore who's only out for his money so take a fucking hike blondie."
"I think that's up to him to decide whether he wants me to leave or not."
"Soon it'll be up to my fist." I tell her and she stands there," Has all that bleach completely fried what little brain you had to begin with?" I ask with my most evil glare, "The only thing easy to get into here is you. I bet for a twenty he'd get the works but since getting rid of you is harder then getting into you how about I make it fifty and you walk?"
"Fuck off, I'm not like that."
"Should I make it $100?" I ask, "Because I suggest you take it."
"Deal.."
I open my wallet and throw a bill at her, I'm annoyed and I really want to smack her but she'd probably try digging her nails into my face and that just isn't worth the trouble.
"Buy me a drink cuz." I tell him with an annoyed expression, "Why do I put up with you?" I ask as we head towards the bar.
"Because you know you love and adore me?" He replies sarcastically and I roll my eyes.
"Martini, dirty." I say with a tight smile, "Two olives."
"And a beer for me." Mario cuts in tossing over some cash.
When we finally get out drinks I'm about to turn around but someone whispers in my ear, "Here you are."
Spinning around I snap, "Do I nkow you?" What's his name, he's the tall dark dude I dated for a couple days... Umm Derek? No... Josh? No... Jared? No.... Carlos? No... David? Don't think so... umm... Malcom? No... Fuck this is too hard.. and besides why should I care who he is?
"You knew me when you were using my cards."
"And? I don't want to know you anymore so leave."
"No for the bill I got stuck with you owe me." He states and I sigh this is yet another hazard of the game.
"I don't owe you anything so go fuck yourself." Why is Mario just standing there watching? Is he amused by this display? This is not freaking funny, aren't family supposed to have your back?
"I think you owe me alot." He says with a suggestive smile and finally my cousin comes to my rescue, I watch as Mario mugs the guy, glaring at him impressively, I must say he's learned a trick or two from me. It doesn't take long for the guy to get the picture and leave.
"Thanks,"
"No problem but you should really stop doing that."
"What just happened was not my fault!" I tell him and use my radar to search out my girls, when I find them I head in their direction, coming up behind Liz I drap my arms around her and say "Hello Ladies." Turning towards Mario I introduce him, "You remember Mario.. right?"