Roswell Fanatics

Angela

“I suspect that they are more interested in what’s underneath the dress…”

I glare at Kyan's back, unable to say anything, but who the hell does Kyan think he is? Speaking to me in such a rude manner. I let my stomach sizzle down into the pit of my stomach, "Just exactly who does your brother think he is?!" I ask Quinn while trying to compose myself, "He is such a pig! I mean I know he secretly wishes he could see what's underneath my dress it doesn't mean that's all men want." I tell her, "I suppose I can't blame him though, you and I both know I'm hot."

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, stupid stupid stupid Kyan! Getting me so mad, I want to go over and throw something in his face. But I have to compose myself, I can't let anyone see how angry I am but I still hate him! He is a stupid SOB, "I cannot believe your brother," I rant, my anger coming back to the surface, "Why does he think he can talk to me like that?!"

Isabel

Looking around I must admit that you are the most beautiful girl in here tonight

I turn around to look at the man infront of me. He just walked with his friends to talk to me and my girls.

I smile. He's not that bad, tall, which is good, cute.

"Why thank you."

I look at his watch, Gucci, and his suit Armani.

Money this should be perfect.

Quinn

“I cannot believe your brother. Why does he think he can talk to me like that?!” Angela rants as she stares seethingly at Kyan’s back. Wow, I’ve never seen her this worked up over something a stupid guy said.

“Because he is Kyan and he does what he likes,” I state with a sigh. Ugh, I can’t believe how rude he was to Angela and I can’t believe he was checking her out especially considering he knows that he can’t sleep with my friends. Its against the rules and just very, very wrong. He better of been doing just to annoy Angela (and I suspect this must be the case since he has never shown a slightest bit of interest in her before) or else I’m going to make his life more hell then usual.

“That doesn’t mean that he can talk to me like that,” Angela says indignantly. “He is such a son of a bitch…”

“Hey! That’s still my brother you’re talking about” I remind her. There is only so much Kyan bashing I will allow after all he is my only brother and that counts for something. And just because Angela is my best friend doesn’t mean that I’m going to let her say nasty things about Kyan. Only I’m allowed to say stuff about him. “Anyway, why are you so mad? Its just Kyan. Nobody too important!” I say trying to smooth her ruffled feathers.

“I love this dress! How can anyone not love this dress?” Angela states crossing her arms across her chest, she sends another glare towards Kyan who is now stood at the bar.

“Like you said, what does Kyan know about fashion? He has a personal shopper buy all his clothes!” I say, still not quite understanding why Angela is making such a big deal about it.

Kyan

I leave Quinn and Angela with their mouths hanging opening and as I walk to the bar, I can’t help but feel smug with myself. Angela obviously has never had a man say that she is anything other then perfect. Quinn is exactly the same.

I stop beside Mario, who is scowling at a bottle of beer. Clearly the spoilt little princesses, no doubt mainly my lovely sister, have managed to piss him off thoroughly. You see this is why I respect and like Mario, he knows about the daily suffering you have to go through just because you happen to be related to a she-devil. And what I like best about him is that he doesn’t like Quinn, he has made no attempts to pretend otherwise and I like that in a guy. If he doesn’t like Quinn that means he won’t try and sleep with her and I won’t have to beat the crap out of him for touching my sister.

“Hey Good-looking, wanna buy me a drink?”

I turn and come face to face with a buxomly blonde, normally I would give her the brush off but after my encounter with Angela, I could use some light relief. I wonder how Angela would react if I carried her out of the club and back to my place, if only I could get Quinn to disappear but since that is mission impossible I guess Blondie will do. For now.

Anyway, I’ve know Angela for what seems like forever and I know all about the stupid games she plays with guys. I refuse to be another one of those losers that chase after her with their tails between their legs, begging for a kind word or a gentle touch.

“Sure, what do want?” I ask, I glance towards Quinn and Angela to see what they are doing. Quinn seems to be trying to smooth Angela. And Angela, well she is glaring at me and that old cliché comes to mind, you know the one, if looks could kill. Angela folds her arms across her chest and glares even harder. I didn’t think it was possible for her to look even more sexy while still being dressed. I wave at her with a smug smile before turning my attention to the blonde.

<<<Max>>>

I stand up and follow Alex over to the group of ladies. He walks over to the tall blonde he was interested in and spits out some cheesy line. Something about how beautiful she is. Don’t get me wrong she and all her friends are gorgeous but it seems to me like the oh you’re so beautiful line is completely used up. They know their beautiful. What’s one more guy telling them.

Instead of going up to the beautiful brunette and telling her how beautiful she is I decide to use another tactic.

I walk over to her friends, the only friends she has left that one of mine isn’t trying to go after. And I step in between the two beautiful ladies.

“Excuse me Ladies. My name is Max Evans.” I say formally introducing myself to the two of them. I make sure that I speak loud enough for their friend to hear me.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, but I wanted to make a proposition with the two of you.”

I turn to face the beautiful woman that I am interested in. And give her a crooked smile.

“I will pay for all of your drinks for the rest of the night, if you tell me what you’re friends name is.”

**Gail**

It's truly amazing what one can learn in a place like this. Not that I've ever been interested in learning - well, anything really - but I might just have to make an exception tonight. The group I have been waiting for just made their entrance and already guys are swarming around them. Very rich guys from the looks of them. And boy are their looks to die for! Seriously, I would hook up with any one of them. That is if I was the hooking up type. Which I might just be if given the opportunity.

Not that the opportunity seems likely. I have been sitting here for what seems like forever swirling my almost empty drink, and no one has even noticed me, much less offered to buy me another one. That's why I concocted my little plan in the first place. I may have the looks and the money, but my skill is really lacking. If I can manage to get Liz, Maria, Isabel, and Tess to take me on as a... let's call it an intern - yeah, that's a good term for it - then my little problem will be remedied sooner than you can say...

"Shit! Walk much?" I grab a handful of napkins and quickly wipe at the ice now covering the front of my dress, while not so much as sparing a look at the buffoon who knocked into my stool, and more importantly, ME, to cause this disaster!

I continue to rant as I remove the last piece, "This is dry clean only you ass..." The words leave my mouth as I finally look up, and meet the eyes of the previously unnamed jerk. I recognize him, sort of. I'm positive he was with the group I was watching only seconds earlier. At once my anger turns to delight. This could be just the in I need. Plus, he's extremely hot, and that really doesn't need any more explanation.

I extend my hand with a brilliant smile. "Hi, I'm Gail," I leave out my last name, as usually that's all people catch, "and you are?"

Bre, hope you don't mind that, cause you did say I could use Mario.

ALEX


I grin at the beautiful woman when she's not grossed out by me talking to her. She does have killer bedroom eyes, if I'm not careful, I will drown in them.

"Are you and your friends here for the first time too?" I ask, unsure on how to continue the conversation over the loud music.

"Yeah, our first stay here." she replies still with that sexy smile.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Alex." Using the fact that the music is so loud to move a bit closer to her.

Kyle

"Did you come up with that line all by yourself or did one of your friends help you out? She teases as she takes the glass from my outstretched hand and turns around. The subtle brush of her fingertips on my wrist is not lost on me. She nods as the fella's pass us by and assimilate themselves into the group of ladies. When her attention returns to me, I am struck my how powerfully bright her eyes are up close.


“‘Fraid not blue, the blame for that rests solely with yours truly.” I say lifting my glass to her. A few moments of awkward silence pass before I continue. "So, normally..." I add, clearling my throat slightly "...I'd follow that one up with your typical, do you come here often?..." I say as the corner of her mouth curls into a slight grin "...but, this being opening night and all, that one does not apply here, does it?..." I say, as she takes a sip of her champagne and returns her lips to there usual sexy pout "...so now, I'm at a loss" I finish, smiling playfully. She looks down for a moment and then back up again.

hey there!!

Bre let me make up these charaters and surprisingly they're boys now...

Name:Alejandro Paolo Dorelli
Age: 27
Status: Alejandro is a member of the huge Dorelli Clan. His Great-grandfather fled from Italy to America and ever since then his family has lived in New York. Their business started small with a cosy Italian restaurant, but as time passed the Dorelli Family Business became more and more established and today they own restaurants, clubs (like BED) and pubs all over the country and have had quite a lucky hand at the Wall Street. Of course their ties to the mafia (the reason for his Great-grandfathers emigration) are helping too. Alejandro has several siblings but he is the second oldest, but after his older brother died, Alejandro has taken over the Family business.
Motto: Don't limit your challenges - challenge your limits.
Quote: “You must learn to eat and drink with your relatives and do business with strangers,Sandro!”


Name:Sandro Carlino Dorelli
Age: 22
Status: He’s the baby in the family and his mother’s darling. He’s the ultimate golden boy and everybody loves him. For Sandro family is the most important thing and that’s the reason why he puts up with his family’s mafia connections even though it is against his beliefs.
Sandro is a dreamer and a very good person. He has a lot of respect and love for his older brother even though they have their problems. Sandro hopes that he won’t have to take over the family business and that he will be able to do his own thing.
Motto: All your dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them.
Quote: “I just want to do my own thing, can't you understand that?"

Welcome **cleo**, I totally love Alejandro, Colin Farrell is beyond heavenly. lol.

Quinn

“Like you said, what does Kyan know about fashion? He has a personal shopper buy all his clothes!” I say but before Angela can reply we are joined by a good looking stranger. How rude! Can’t he see that we are having a deep conversation. Okay so maybe we could forgive his rudeness because of his hotness.

“Excuse me Ladies. My name is Max Evans. I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, but I wanted to make a proposition with the two of you”

Angela and I exchange looks. Proposition? If the word threesome comes out of his mouth I swear I will set Kyan on him!

“I will pay for all of your drinks for the rest of the night, if you tell me what you’re friend’s name is.” he glances towards Liz and I roll my eyes. Ugh, how High School! Actually, I don’t think that even guys in High School were this lame. I’m totally tempted to tell this guy that I can afford to buy my own drinks when I catch the look on Liz’s face. Ah, so they playing the game tonight.

And oh my God, who the hell is that talking to Mario? And why is he smiling at her like? That girl looks strangely familiar but I just can’t put my finger on it. And she looks young, really young like she should be at home doing her school work and not hitting on Mario!

Angela taps her chin thoughtfully, “Whatca think Quinn? Should we help Romeo out here? Quinn?”

Suddenly the idea of free drinks sounds more tempting!

I smile at…what did he say his name was again? Matt? Mark? Max? “How can we refuse an offer like that?” I look over his shoulder and smile at Liz, “Hey, Liz honey, we’ve got someone just dying to meet you here!”

(OOC- Cleo, I absolutely LOVE that motto you used for Alejandro. As a matter of fact, I wrote it down. It's going on my computer desk where all my other favorite quotes are.)

~Michael~

I stand there watching the other guys walk over to the group of women and can't help but shake my head. Sure, they're beautiful. There's one in particular who stands out amongs the others but I refuse to put myself out there again. Women are nothing but trouble and the way I figure it, it's best not to get attached to any of them. So I'll do what I do best. Sit down and drink my beer. I walk over to the table and pull a pen out of the flower arrangement on the table. It's funny how they put pens and paper in there. Guess they figured on people hooking up and needing somewhere to write their phone numbers. Grabbing the litlte tablet of paper, I begin to draw the group of ladies and my buddies who are now swarmed around them. Shaking my head, I mumble to myself. "Dating is stupid."