Roswell Fanatics

*Tess*

" Oh Isabel, That's Hott!"

I turn to the rest of my Chicas,

"We about ready to go. We would have been fashionably late 30 minutes ago." I giggle.

LIZ

“Wow Ang could you be anymore bitchier?” She laughs and says that yes, in fact, she can. We say our goodbyes and I turn to the room to see that everyone has already dressed and are all looking fabulous.

I must admit that sometimes standing next to these beauties I feel a bit… Mousy. I mean hello??? These girls are drop dead gorgeous! They can have their pick of the litter! I can barely get sloppy seconds. Well, that’s not true. I once dated Donald Trump’s nephew, he was a cute one that got away. Got away because I threw him put like a used Kleenex but still… He got away.

“I’ll be riiight back ladies.” I say and quickly make my way towards my room.

Now let’s see… I narrow down my choices by deciding I want to wear a little black number like any casual-girl-trying-to-look-like-a-movie-star would wear. But there are just too many to choose from. I mean I love my little Versace dress, but if I want to go with Versace I’d want to wear my newest addiction first before that one. You know, the cute little Versace Cream one. Oh damn but I want to wear black and what better than the lace see through Versace Blk? Damn I need to get over Versace right now. Hmmm… The Giorgio Armani one looks like a good opening choice. But than again so does the Gucci.

Damn! I hate when I get so undecisive like this. I only have one thing to do... I need to ask my girls.

"Fashion 9-1-1!!!" I scream and dump all my choices down on my bed, "Which one?" I look around at the curious faces that look from me to the clothes on my bed.

~Michael~

"You know what Alex? You're right. You have way to active of an imagination! The club's called Bed. Owned by a guy named Tony Dorelli. I've met him a few times, seems to be alright." I say as I watch an old lady walk past us.

"You do know we just got lapped by an old lady with a walker don't you Alex? You can give it a little gas." I roll my eyes and laugh.

"Pull over there." I say pointing to my house.

"My brother Adrian left some clothes at my place that should fit you. We can change real quick and head over."

ALEX

"Adrian was visiting again? That was the fourth time this year, wasn't it?" I ask surprised that Michael hadn't mentioned it.

"Yeah, it was only a short stay though." Michael replies, starring out at the window and I decide to not press the topic anymore.

After parking the car, we both get out and walk towards Michael's very nice house and I wait for Michael to deactivate the security system.

"Any bulgars lately?" I ask.

~Michael~

"Not since the one last month. I think he got the point though when I shot him in the ass with the .22. He hasn't been back since."

I get the alarm shut off and the door open. Dropping the keys on the table in the foier, I start walking to the spare bedroom. The house wasn't real big. With it just being me, I didn't need anything big. Two bedrooms were all I needed. One for me and one for my preppy drug dealing brother when he decided to come visit, which was usually only when he had himself in some kind of trouble.

I go in the bedroom and open the closet where Adrian left some of his clothes.

"Here they are. Take your pick." I say as I walk out and go into my own bedroom. Quickly changing into a pair of blue jeans and my favorite Metallica t-shirt, I head down to the kitchen to grab a snapple.

"Find anything you can use?" I hollar down the hall to the room Alex still had not come out of.

Kyle

While stopped at a light, I pull out my cell phone from my pocker and say "Michael's Cell" as I mount the phone to its base in the car.

"Yo, What up!" Michael answers.

"Real eloquent, G" I say, referring to his thugish greeting. "So, where you at?" I ask in the same, thugesque dialect. Michael proceeds to tell me that they went back to Michael's place for Alex to change his clothes.

"God damn, he's worse than a chick!" I say, laughing as the light changes to green. "Well, I need to take a whiz, so I'm coming over, I'm around the corner from you place" I say, "Get Maxie on the horn and tell him the deal, you know how he hates to enter a club, sans entourage"

ALEX

Man, Adrian really has some freaky hippie stuff. Rainbow colored shirts and all. Crazy! Finding black jeans and a matching green shirt, I am walking out of the room again to find Michael on the phone.

When he is done with talking he turns to me, explaining that the boys are coming to his place to so we can all enter the club at wants ... like a herd of sheep!

"And do you intent to find company tonight or are just out for having fun, Michael?"

~Michael~

"I'm not looking for anything Alex. Last time I did that, I ended up with my car missing and a suspicious rash. Women are nothing but trouble anyway." I say as I dial Max's cell phone.

"Hey. Alex and I are at my place and Kyle is stopping by here to take a whiz. Just meet us here and we'll all head over together."

"Ok, I'm on my way." Max replied.

Hanging up the phone I look at Alex. "I see you found some normal clothes amongst all that crap in there."

*Tess*

Ahh decisions decisions!

"Hmmm. I like the little black Gucci dress. You look so Alyssa Milano in it. You know but with totally bigger boobs "

OOC Sorry she came out a little flaker than intended.

ALEX

I can't help but grin when Michael mentions what happened with Courtney. True, it wasn't pleasant but looking back at it now, a half naked Michael having to walk home because his car was gone (with Courtney) is amusing.

"Stop grinning, Whitman!" Michael growls.

"Sorry." I say sheepishly, trying very hard to stop grinning.