Roswell Fanatics

*Tess*

"Of course, how could we forget." I smile politely. He is soooo hott, but I could never go out with him. It's like an unwritten rule among the group. You don't date any of your chicas Ex's or family members. You just don't. Besides I don't think you can classify what we do as dating. We have a job to do, and it is essential to our surivival. Well, to the type of survival we have grown accustumed to.

Scanning the room for my next conquest I laugh at the prospects.
Wow, this is gonna be interesting.

Mario

I stay silent while Angela mingles with her friends, her friends are all beautiful in their own ways but I know what they do for a living and I like my money just where it is so there's no way in hell I'd ever give them my cash to go out with me. I can get dates for free, some guys are so pathetic but then I can kind of sympathise. Having beautiful girls all over them they must feel like they're on top of the world, how should they know these girls are only after one thing, that they are trained in the art of spending their money without letting the guy realize what's going on?

My cousin has told me about a lot of the guys she's used. There's been weirdos, freaks, nuts, cry babies, tough guys, emotional wrecks, possessive guys. Lots to choose from but I know they all have something in common, they have a large amount of money in their bank account. I'm not sure all their money is liquid 'm sure lots of it is bound up in one thing or another but Angela doesn't care about that when she's charging up a storm or at least I highly doubt it.

LIZ

Whoa. Double take. Mario? Angela's cousin Mario? Hmm... No! I smack my forehead. You have other plans for tonight! Like that bet with the girls! Must win.. Must... Not look at Angela's cousin!

"Yes, of course." I smile, "As Tess put it perfectly, how could we forget? But I must admit it has been a while. You've grown up!" I laugh.

Scanning the crowd as I'm sure everyone else is doing I don't see anyone that screams money as of yet. But I do hear quite an intersting conversation about some guys bouncing on the beds moments ago. Too bad I missed that, would have been for interesting entertainment.

Well, like I said, I've got more important things to do. Like seek out the loner in the crowd with an expensive glass of bourbon in one hand and a diamond gold crested rolex in the other...

Angela

I can tell my friends are doing their best not check out my cousin by distracting themselves with looking for rich guys. The last time my friends saw Mario he looked a bit different, I have definately been a good influence on him. I know my cousin insists material possessions aren't important to him but that's bull. (I know for a fact that's a lie because my father tells me his father's been threatening to cut him off and if he didn't care about the money he wouldn't still be living under his father's rule now would he? No!) So he had better stop giving me shit about being into money because he should admit that he's into it too.

However I've told him time and time again he needs to find himself a rich chick with a nice bod because theres plenty of em out there who'd be willing to pay for him to go to school and then he wouldn't have to worry but he's stupid and there is no way NO WAY I tell you that I will be supporting his ass.

"So girls find any interesting prospects tonight?" I ask my lips twitching up like a smile, I'm trying to be friendly but being friendly isn't something that's easy for me. I don't show emotions well unless they're anger or hatred. I don't think it's because of what Mario said about my being without a heart. I've just learned to keep everything on the inside, feelings make you weak and being weak makes you worthless. I don't cry, I don't smile unless of course it's fake, I don't laugh unless it's forced, I don't show real emotions but I still have them. It's easier to now show them, that way when people assume you're a bitch they don't care about you and don't want to get to know you, then you won't disappoint them when they find out you're not who you seem, that you're not as perfect as you seem to be.

Kyle

As we all take seats at the spacious booth, one of the waitresses brings over two bottles of the finest champagne money can by as well as a try full of champagne glasses. I rise from my sitting position and take out my wallet and pull a $100 bill from it, “Thanks, I can take it from here” I say as I take the bottle opener from her and replace it with the $100 bill. She smiles and says “Thank you so much, my name is Alisa, please let me know if you need anything else” before she walks away. You know I will, I say under my breath as I watch her leave.

“What’s your pleasure gentlemen?” I ask, but no one responds, I turn to the red head that Alex brought over and ask, “Mademoiselle, why don’t you decide for us!” I say as she begins to giggle “How about both!” she recovers quickly. I nod and say “My kind of girl”.

Alex and I exchange the look, the look that says, “This chick’s got gold digger written all over her” as I successfully open up the bottle of Dom. Alex turns his gaze towards the dance floor as Max sets up our glasses in a pyramid formation. As Alex turns back towards the table I eye him shrewdly, the bottle of Cristal still clutched in my hands. Alex begins to shake his head from side to side “Don’t do it Valenti” he says, now noticing the glasses on the table.

Michael starts laughing, he hates champagne - he considers it pretentious, he’s much more of a beer and hard liquor man, but he loves it when we get Alex with this trick. Which I is why he begins to chant “Do it, do it, do it, do it....” Max joins Michael in the chanting, the words growing louder as they do so.

“Gotta do it Whitty,” I say as I shake the bottle a couple of times. “Do it, do it, do it....” the chanting continues as people from other tables join in “No no no no” Alex says, trying to take the bottle from me but too late, the cork launches into the air as a steady stream of champagne erupts from the bottle. I quickly position the bottle over our glasses, trying to minimize spillage. As they fill up Max, Michael, the red head at our table and about 20 people from other tables start cheering and shouting. The cheering is so loud, that for a few moments it dwarfs the sound of the music in the club.

"You know we love you, baw!" I say in my Texan accent, when I notice a group a very attractive young women standing together, several feet away, look over at us. A single man stands with these fine young specimens of God, one man among a group of beautiful women...lucky man, I reckon.

Our waitress Alisa reappears, obviously attracted back to our table from all the noise, “We’re going to need a few more bottles sweetheart” I say, handing her the empty bottle of Cristal. “Oh, and a couple of beers for my friend...” I say, pointing to Michael “...he’s driving, you know.” I add sarcastically as I take a glass of champagne and raise a toast to my boys “To money and mayhem” I say as they repeat the phrase after me.

*Tess*

"So girls find any interesting prospects tonight?"

I look over at the table where all the rukus is coming from. A rather attractive man is pouring champagne over a pyramid of glasses. Hmmmm. I nod in that direction.

" That's what I consider interesting. Did he just do what I think he did?"

I think they called him Valenti. Is that a nickname? I accidently catch the mysterious new guy's eyes. For a moment I am tranfixed. He seems to be too. I break away eye contact by turning to Liz.

"Whatcha think about Cowboy over there?"

<<<Max>>>

“To money and mayhem” Kyle says before we all toast.

“I’ll drink to that.” I say clinking my glass with Michael’s, Kyle’s, Alex’s, and the girl that Alex is with. I down it and then sit my glass on the table. All right, that was two drinks for me tonight. Tequila and some champagne. I figure I’m good for about two more drinks. I could probably do more tonight but I don’t want to chance it.

“Wait Kyle, one more.” I say as I pick up another drink from our pyramid and then stand up on my spot at the booth.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to make a toast.” I shout out to the crowed trying to get their attention. “So those of you that have drinks please lift them, and those of you that don’t…” I look down at Kyle. “Fill free to have one of these on my friend Kyle.” I joke motioning to the stack of glasses that are on the table. The crowed laughs.

“No, no, no seriously. I want to make a toast. To good times, good friends.” I take a sip of my champagne. “…to great drinks…but most of all, most of all, to a damn good bed.” I finish holding my drink out towards the bed on the dance floor.

“To a damn good bed!” The crowed answers, or at least the part of the crowed that knows what I am referring to, takes a drink.

I hop back down off the booth and sit back down in my seat.

“Are you drunk for real Evans?” Kyle asks me laughing at my exuberance.

“No, I’m not drunk. Doctors don’t get drunk, we have a good time.” I say shrugging my shoulders.

“Now, as much as I enjoy your glorious company, I think I’m going to go ask a beautiful woman to dance.” I say standing up.

“Live it up gentlemen.” I say finishing off my drinks. Then I turn around and head for the dance floor.

(OOC- Song is The Unforgiven by Metallica)

~Michael~

I take a large swig from the long neck bottle of Budweiser that I'm currently working on and decide it's time to get up and go have a little chat with the band.

"Excuse me Kyle." I say, trying to be nice. I know, it doesn't happen often but I'm usually more relaxed when I'm drinking. Kyle doesn't budge though. He just looks at me with a sheepish grin.

"Move your ass Valenti." I say in a more gruff tone.

"Alright. Damn man, chill out." Kyle says.

I roll my eyes in true childish manner and walk over to where the band is getting ready to play another song. I walk over to and quietly talk to the guitarist as I hand him a $100 dollar bill. Walking away with a smile on my face, I go over and order another beer. Once the bartender hands me the bottle, I make my way through the crowd and lean against the wall listening to the lyrics playing through the room.

New blood joins this earth
and quikly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules
with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away


I close my eyes as I let the music consume me. I've always been able to relate to this song. The feelings that course through my body when I listen to it are strong. Undeniable.

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

Eyes still closed, I take another swig of my bear, almost draining the new bottle.

they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me


I'm a strong believer that there is a song out there that describes everyone. A song that no matter how you're feeling, can bring you to your knees. Sometimes in grief, sometimes in anger and sometimes in peace. It's that peace that I'm feeling tonight. I'm surrounded by people who actually give a shit about who I am. I'm surrounded by my friends. Friends that are more like family to me than anything else. I clear my mind as I let the words continue coming in.

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub the unforgiven
you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven

I continue to just stand there even after the music stops.

LIZ

"I think the cowboy looks like he'll be one hell of a ride." I wink at Tess, "Why don't you go and rope him in along with that sexy raven haired hottie I saw take a leave to the dance floor?"

"Where?" Isabel and Maria say at once, looking all over to find the source of amusement.

"Nowhere." Tess and I end up saying at once. "Well they do have friends..." I whisper to Tess, "We'll just call dibs on our choices. You ride the Cowboy and I'll attempt to play the damsel in distress to Raven Boy." My eyes glisten at the thought.

I wait to see what the girls decide...

great posts everyone

ALEX

"So Mandy, you said your friends look like recasts for "Abba"?" I ask the girl who seems to enjoy herself.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I think they arrived and are looking for you." I point towards the bar where indeed some ABBA rejects are standing. "You better head over to them before they think you didn't come."

"Oh, well, yeah. I guess. Uhm, bye."

"Bye, it was nice meeting you." I tell her with a wave goodbye and watch her head over to her friends.

"Wow, that was rude, Al." Kyle says a bit surprised.

"That can happen when you spend too much time with Michael." I reply with a grin before I turn serious. "C'mon man, you know her kind. Did you really want her around for longer than necessary?"