Rating: R - language and sexual tone

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not know, nor am I in any way affiliated with Orlando Bloom, Billy Boyd, Johnny Depp, Dominic Monaghan, Viggo Mortensen, Elijah Wood or any other celebrity who might appear in this fic. Anna, Jaime, Sarah and Zella are all based on some dear friends of mine - thank you girls for being good sports and allow me to weave real info with fiction for the purpose of entertainment. This is all a fabrication of my mind.

Author's note: This story started out being a short story. But since I am so long winded, it is no longer so short. This was written for a friend. She challenged me to write a story that contained the following elements:
-Dom needs to be a main character
-Must contain use of Kelly Clarkson's song "Behind These Hazel Eyes"
-Must use the words Portugal, liver, chocolate, Wicked, and sex at least once

Oh and don't worry. I have not forgotten Spilled Coffee. I am finally recovering from my bout with pneumonia and hope to be posting more often on my stories. ^_^

Best Intentions

“Swallow me then spit me out/ For hating you, I blame myself”*

“You know, she totally ripped that off from Madonna.”

“But she isn’t rolling around. So therefore she is not ripping off Madonna,” the level headed brunette retorted to her friend as she smoothed a wrinkle out of her strapless tea length black satin dress.

“Seeing you it kills me now/ No, I don’t cry on the outside/ Anymore….”*

“Come on!” Zella screeched. “It is a blatant rip off of Madonna’s ‘Like a Virgin’ classic roll move. Wedding dress and all! Sarah, you are obviously in denial. Just admit it. Kelly Clarkson is a wanna be Madge in this video.”

Sighing Sarah offers, “Well, I wouldn’t call her a wanna be Madge. That is going a bit far. Don’t get your undies in a bundle, panty lines would so ruin your outfit. By the way, love the dress. Where did you find it?”

Zella giggled. “What this old thing,” she replied while gesturing to the deep Bordeaux colored tea length satin dress that sported a chiffon sash adorned with a crystal pin, which accented her tiny waist and curvy silhouette. “Actually, it is new. Billy bought it for me at some swanky boutique.”

“Here I am, once again/ I’m torn into pieces/ Can’t deny it, can’t pretend”*

“Only the best for my girl” the handsome Scot purred, which prompted his fiancé to lean over and kiss his cheek.

“Anyway,” Sarah continued as if their conversation hadn’t taken a detour, “I can admit that Kelly’s frolicking in the mud in the wedding dress is similar to Madonna. But I stand firm that it can’t be a rip off since she doesn’t roll. Flailing? Yes. Rolling? No. No roll involved. End of story.” Turning her head to face the other passenger in the car she questioned, “What do you think Nyla?”

“Just thought you were the one/ Broken up, deep inside” *

The blonde in question retorts, “What I think….Is that you two are mental! Honestly, I don’t understand how the two of you can have the same argument over and over. Roll, no roll, Madonna rip off or not, who cares. What I think … is the song and video sucks.”

Billy snorts. “Geez, you don’t candy coat it, now do you Nyla?”

“Well, come on now! Kelly Clarkson?! If you’re gonna have a secret indulgence in pop music, at least go all the way. You know what I mean?”

Billy nodded his head in agreement.

“Ooh. Shush” Zella screeches. “Here it is.”

“But you won’t get to see the tears I cry/ Behind these hazel eyes” Sarah and Zella sing at the top of their lungs, causing Nyla to cover her ears and Billy to wince.

Removing her hands from her ears Nyla continues, “Zella and Sarah, you two could take a lesson from Billy and me. See, we went balls to the wall with our secret indulgence.”

Pausing for added effect, Billy and Nyla then shout in unison, “Britney Spears all the way baby!”

“Nothing beats a little ‘Toxic’ to pump a guy up in the morning” Billy added.

Groaning while shaking her head Sarah says to Zella, “And just think, in a year, you are marrying that.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Hey, not to change the subject, you all know how much I love to hear you ladies rip apart my self esteem,” Billy mocks, “But are Orlando and Anna coming tonight?”

Nyla is quick to answer, “Well, Orlando says they will be there. But I have my doubts. Anna just returned from Portugal, and let’s just say that they have a lot of catching up to do.” Snickers were heard from every corner in the car.

“Well, I have bets that they don’t come” Billy piped up. “After all I would much rather spend an evening reacquainting myself with a loved one rather then attending a boring art exhibition.”

Zella lightly smacks Billy’s arm. “I can’t believe you just said that. Viggo is our friend. We are going to support him. You could at least pretend that I’m not dragging you along.”

“I’m sure he would understand” Billy taunted. “After all, it was Viggo and Nyla that were over four hours late to our engagement party because they were…what did they call it…reading poetry and lost track of time.”

Nyla’s face flushed. “It’s true” she stammered. “Poetry can be very…very engrossing.”

“Sure, sure lass. And I’m one of People Magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful People.”

“Aw Billy, you still aren’t upset that Orlando beat you out, are you” Sarah questioned.

“Actually, I don’t want to talk about it” Billy retorted. Muttering under his breath, “I would have had a spot, but nooooo! It is all about cheekbones. What about eyes? I have gorgeous eyes. Cheekbones, of all things!”

Ignoring Billy’s mini rant, Nyla offers, “Well, lucky for you. We are here” as Billy pulled up to the front of the art museum.

“Are Elijah and Dom meeting us here” Zella asked.

Billy growled, “They better be coming.”

Patting Billy on the back, Sarah said, “Don’t worry Bills. They’ll be here. Something about laser tag this afternoon, running late and that they would just meet us here.”

Billy and Zella were half way through the entrance when Nyla called out in a panicked frenzy, “Wait!”

“What is it?”

Nervously fidgeting, hands running down the back of her floor length midnight blue satin dress, trying to smooth out nonexistent wrinkles Nyla asked, “Do…Do I look okay?” Spinning around, the small sweep train whirled around with fluid movement framing her short stature.

Her three friends stared at her as if she just asked them if the sky was blue. “I mean, do I look presentable and stuff? I don’t want to disappoint Viggo.”

“Hunny, with a plunging v-neckline like that, there is no disappointing. In fact, I’m sure most of the men here will be appreciating your um…assets” Sarah commented.

“Hell lassie, I’m appreciating that neckline. It really accentuates your…”

“Billy,” Zella warned.

“What?” Billy asks, green eyes shining. “I was just going to say it accentuates her eyes. Yes, eyes. They are brown aren’t they?”

Billy’s comment set Nyla off in a fit of giggles. “Nice try Casanova. They are blue, but good guess. So does this mean I won’t be mistaken again by some slezoid tabloid reporter as Viggo’s long lost daughter?”

“I still can’t believe that happened” Zella added. “You don’t even look anything like Viggo.”

“And thank god for that” Billy retorted. “Now let’s get inside. The sooner we go in, the sooner we can leave.”

“Men,” Zella muttered as she rolled her eyes. “Completely hopeless.”

-*Lyrics from Kelly Clarkson’s “Behind Hazel Eyes”

WHATTT?? A new Blondie story?? Gosh…
Now, it’s 1.30 AM here and my sis might get home now and kill me… but girl, honestly, I had to reply, and I will better tomorrow.

Just dropping a quick line to say YOU KILLED ME!!

But at least I’m in Heaven now.

Love,

Your Mena

:lol: I loved the whole chapter, but the end really cracked me up. Billy really put his foot in his mouth ^_^

:lmao: That was a great line! I totally pictured him dancing around to 'Toxic' in his boxe... I mean housecoat ^_^

Oh and I'm really happy you're recovering from pneumonia! Bleck. I've never had it, but I understand it kind of sucks ;)

New story?! Yes! I really really like the introduction, Blondie. It's different and original.. I liked how Nyla was totally calm until they pulled up and then freaked out.

Post more soon please! You're killing me even before you put across major storylines.

I was wondering when you were going to start posting this! squeee! I love the banter between the friends, not to mention the tried and true Clarkson ripping off Madonna argument! :laugh:

Oh, my Billy is so cute in this! I can't wait to read it all again, and enjoy others reactions to it. :love:

OMG, new Blondie fic!!!! SQUEEE!!!! Fantastic start, you've got a real knack for dialogue, my dear! Can't WAIT to read more!! :) *hugs*

:blush: Aww...ladies, you have gone and made me blush with your super sweet comments.

Thanks for reading, as always, your comments and just the fact that you are reading this little story makes me squeee over and over.

Oh and Cat...

I had a good chuckle when I read this. For that is exactly what I was thinking. Billy dancing around in his apartment in nothing but his boxers and socks (got to keep his feet warm, you know), toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and a twinkle in his eye. :lol:

Anyway....

Elijah fidgeted in his seat, glancing at his watch every few minutes.

“Calm down man, we will be there soon enough” Dom replied in a casual fashion. “Didn’t realize you were so excited to see Viggo’s new photographs.” Glancing at his friend Dom smirked. “Or is there another reason you are so eager to get to the exhibition?”

Elijah’s face flushed pink. “I just hate being late. You know that.” As an added thought, “Plus, Sarah’s waiting for us and I don’t want her to have to wait a long time. That’s just rude.”

“Ah ha! So the truth surfaces. Sarah. Darling Sarah is in your thoughts. Just as I presumed.” Turning the large black SUV into the drive, Dom stated, “Well, no need to fret any longer. Here we are.”

Dom and Elijah walked into the spacious gallery and began a thorough search of the surroundings. “Look for Zella, Orlando, or Vig” Elijah stated. “They are the tallest out of the group.”

Squinting, Dom points to a diminutive figure, “Hey, I think that is Billy.” Craning his neck, Dom proceeds to shake his head, “Never mind, actually it is just someone’s child. Kind of looked like Billy though. Lack of hair and all.”

“There” Elijah said while pointing a finger to a group of people. “I can make out Zella.”

“Oh yeah, and there is Nyla. Damn! She is looking fine. Viggo is such a lucky bastard. Maybe I need to try all that cryptic philosophy and being one with nature bullshit. Worth a try if it will score me a chick like that” Dom retorted.

A loud barking laugh escaped Elijah’s thin lips. “Something tells me that you need more than that man. That philosophy and arty farty stuff really only works for Vig.”

Dom shrugged his shoulders, “Eh, maybe you are right.” Nodding his head, “And there is Billy. Good to see that he took my advice and went with the black suit and the multicolored striped shirt. Really accentuates his features.”

Elijah stared at Dom in wonder. “You help dress Billy?”

“No. I don’t help dress him, like as in pulling up his trousers and zipping his fly. I leave that to Zella” Dom said dryly. “I merely am his fashion advisor. I’ve been picking out his clothes for years. How else do you think he scored Zella? Please you should have seen his wardrobe before he met me.” Shaking his head in remorse he added, “Pitiful.”

“Unreal” Elijah muttered.

“Here is a little piece of free fashion advice from the one of the most fashion savvy guys I know…me.” Gesturing to Elijah’s outfit, “Dude, you gotta loose the tan corduroy jacket. I know you are all into vintage, retro and shit, but come on! You wear that everywhere. Seriously, I am beginning to think it is the only jacket you own.”

“But I like this jacket” Elijah scoffed. “And for your information, I have other jackets. I just think this suits me best.”

Dom grimaced.

“Whatever. I’m not taking fashion advice from a guy who doodles on his jeans, and thinks spilled coffee is a great accessory on his shirt. Come on, be of some use, and help me find Sarah.”

Just as they were about to give up their search, Dom grabbed Elijah’s arm and said, “There” as he pointed off in the distance.

Emerging from the crowds, Sarah slowly walked forward, full engrossed in the various pieces of art that filled the walls of the gallery. Upon seeing her, Elijah gasped out loud and involuntary raised his hand to his heart, the quickened pace apparent to his sense of touch. “Oh…my…god” he stammered.

“Wow” Dom muttered.

Nodding his head, Elijah agreed. “I know. She is beautiful. Breathtaking.”

At that moment in time, Sarah turned away from a photograph and caught sight of Elijah and Dom. A huge smile took over her face and she waved frantically gesturing them to join her.

Leaning in, Dom conspiratorily whispered, “So what I want to know is – Are you going to be fucking that tonight?”

“What?!”

“You heard me” Dom said with a smirk. “Are you going to take her home after this little gala and have wild crazy sex with Sarah or what?”

Once again Elijah flushed, this time the color of a beet. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Why would I have sex with Sarah?”

“Why not” Dom asked.

“Dude, just shut up” Elijah barked as they neared Sarah. “She will hear you.”

“So.”

“So, I want you to shut up.”

“Oh, a bit touchy are we. Hit a nerve with that comment, did I?”

“Dom” Elijah growled. “I’m not fucking joking. Stop. It. Now.”

“Fine, mate, whatever you say.”

“Dom! Elijah!” Sarah screeched as the pair finally met up with her. “You’re finally here!”

Moving in, Elijah gently but firmly embraced Sarah and unconsciously took a huge breath to drink in her aroma. “Hey, I brought you something” he said with a gleam in his eye. “Call it a peace offering for being late.”

As if by some form of magic, Elijah suddenly held a large chocolate bar in his outstretched hand. “A sweet for my sweet.”

Sarah grinned like a fool at Elijah’s cheesy line as she gladly accepted her gift. “Thank you. You shouldn’t have” she replied as she gently kissed the side of his unaware mouth.

“For fuck’s sake” Dom cried out loud. “Just get a room and shag.” Bewildered the two stared wide eyed at the boisterous Brit. “I’m out of here” he continued. “I’m going to go scope this joint for hotties, meet up with Billy, and I suppose I should check out Vig’s art.” Taking leave, he wondered aloud, “I wonder if ogling Nyla counts as checking out Viggo’s masterpieces? Maybe I should ask him?”

*bounces*
Boeahahah, for the second time I am the first to reply! And this time it's gonna be a decent reply with quotes, because it's not 1 AM and I have no sister about to waltz in.

:shine:

Double LMAO!!! Oh my Gosh, I will never understand HOW you can come up with lines like that... this part made me giggle a long while, trust me, and I will for sure when i walk home in 15 minutes, and people will think I'm nuts.

Sweet like a needle and romantic like a kick in your nuts, but eloquent. :laugh:

*whispers* It is. But I would not ask him.

*sigh* I wanna be labelled as Viggo's masterpiece too!!! :cry:

But, at least I can quote this from the previous part...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeep!! I could not believe to my own eyes when I read this!!

You really, really related a fictional me to........ PORTUGAL????

Yayyyy!!

:tsk:

Hey, what were you expecting, mmm? :noangel:

That line gets me every time! You are so cute and creatvie! Ah, Bear, you always know how to make me laugh. I heart you and this story!

AHAHAHAHA!!! Too cute! Again, I state that I love your dialogue, it's so funny!! And you're creating some very interesting characters here, my dear! Great chap!!

I...

LOVE...

THIS...


*hides in the cupboard under the stairs with Harry Potter, her doona and her alter Ego Erica Yurken and says in pipsqueak voice* I...like Kelly and Britney....meeep!

:heartbeat: Pat

*peeks in*

I'm not even supposed to be here, but I needed a break from writing my gosh awful paper.

Oh girls, you are simply the best. Thank you all for your comments, I love them all.

Bwahahahaha! This killed me. Such a Mena thing to say.

and

Yay! Pat! Hi hun. Welcome. I'm almost ashamed to admit this, but I got really excited to see that you are reading this. I'm such a dork.
*whispers* Shhh...here is my little secret....I actually really like Britney's Toxic and Kelly's Behind These Hazel Eyes. They are my secret indulgences. But shhhhh...don't tell anyone. ^_^

Oh my god! That was like my vision EXACTLY!! And I'm still laughing about it!

Ahhhh, so many brilliant lines! So much to quote... I'll do my best not to quote the whole chapter...

I love how Elijah told him to look for the tallest people, and Dom immediately looks for the shortest! :laugh: And I agree with everyone else; that line still has me laughing!

:lol: Oh Dom. Anything for a shag -_-

Oh you egocentric male. You know you want to be more, no one can resist Billy's scottish charm!

Bravo to Elijah! Putting Dom back in his place of fashion-police-victim!! Hehe, glad to know that he can tell Dom is full of it and hold his own with him!

When a man brings you chocolate, you know he's a keeper ^_^ ... at least for a while hehe

Really truly adored this chapter Blondie! :love:

I read all your fics! ehehe. *is ashamed* I still haven't caught up on Spilled coffee though, so i haven't posted...I'm a lurker till I've caught up hee. *nervous laughter*

that was so good. lol

*sticks herself in the fic, looking at a picture of herself all Nat like in Closer, secretly drooling over Orlando hee*

:heartbeat: Pat

Oh ladies, seriously, thank you all so much for the positive feedback. You all make me smile so much.

A bit more for you all. :bloom:

Two hours into the art exhibition

Heads cocked at uncomfortable angles, eyes scanning the huge image plastered upon the wall, the group tried to decipher the meaning behind the photograph.

“Simply amazing” Zella uttered in a voice just shy of a whisper. “He never ceases to amaze me with his work.”

Beaming with pride, Nyla smiles. “I know what you mean Zella. I could stare at his photos for hours upon end and never grow weary of it. In fact, I’ve done it before. What I love most, is the ability Viggo has to capture these every day moments. Moments that the general public doesn’t pay much attention to and he has this ability to turn it into something intimate, something beautiful.”

Nodding her head in acknowledgment, Zella adds, “It’s like a dream set on paper.”

Gesturing wildly at the photograph before them Billy asks, “So Anna, what is your take on this piece? You being the art connoisseur and all.”

“What I love most about Viggo’s work” the red head began, “is the sort of evocative simplicity his work conveys. His photography has the delicacy of a painting, skillful use of light and color.” Moving closer to the image, Anna points to an area of the photo, “These pictures are bold sweeps of vivid color, almost appearing neon at times. Golden whirlpools against darkness, two glowing and pulsating expanses of green and electric blue clashing.”

Captivated by her words, the group just stares slightly enamored and enraptured. Stepping back from the image Anna continues, “It’s…It’s like looking at the aurora borealis through night vision goggles. Yes. Color and light are the strongest elements in these pictures. The effect, well, the effect is subtle and primal, all at once.”

Stunned the group just stared at Anna for a moment. “What” she asked.

“How do you come up with stuff like that” Dom questioned.

“I don’t know. Years of training. Years of experience. Doing it on a daily basis, it’s all part of being an art critic. Just part of the job, Dom” Anna replied.

Billy quipped, “And to think I would have just called it blurry.”

Laughter filled the air, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice smooth and slow as molasses. “What a glowing review. To bad you aren’t covering my show. Would have been nice to see that in print.” As if an afterthought Viggo added, “Anna’s review. Not Billy’s. Trust me, I get more than my fair share of reviews that are similar to Billy’s.”

Once again laughter rippled through the group of friends. “Are you enjoying yourselves,” Viggo questioned with sincerity.

Words of agreement melded together. “Yeah, great time mate” Orlando said. “But there is one thing.”

“What’s that” the elder man asked.

“That liver pate has got to go. Looks like dog food and tastes like it too!”

“Why did you eat it then” Billy pondered, asking the question that was on everyone’s mind.

Eyes downcast, the young Brit mumbled something that was inaudible. “What was that” Viggo prompted. “Couldn’t quite make it out.”

“I said, I only did it to appear more sophisticated. Sophisticated chaps eat pate, or so I have heard.”

Suppressing her own giggles, Nyla asked, “But why the sudden desire to appear sophisticated? This coming from the guy who was more than willing to play in the ball pen at Chucky Cheese with Dom, Elijah and Billy until you guys were kicked out for rough housing with a six year old.”

Glancing tentatively at his girlfriend of four months, “Well, Anna deserves someone sophisticated. I guess, I was just trying to be the perfect boyfriend.”

A mixture of groans and awwws filled the air. Anna enveloped Orlando and gingerly, yet passionately kissed him, evoking even more groans and awwws. “Il mio amore, you are already the perfect boyfriend.”

Eyes sparkling, Orlando noted, “And on that note, I think we will bid you adieu.” Grabbing Anna by the hand, Orlando scanned the area for the quickest exit. “Good seeing you all. Viggo, love the work. Talk to you later.” And with that, the two lovebirds took off at a frenzied pace toward the front door.

Billy glanced at his fiancé with a hopeful look in his eyes, “What do you think Zella, should we follow their example?”

“Nice try. No. You said you were treating me to a night out, which included Viggo’s art exhibition. Three hours out of the house does not constitute a night out” Zella stated in a firm tone. “Come on Nyla, let’s go freshen up and see if we can round up some champagne. I’m thirsty.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Turning to Viggo, Nyla places a light kiss on his lips, “Later love.”

“And here we are. Just the three of us. All alone. I blame Orlando for this. Silly fool in love,” Billy said with an air of disgust.

“Oh come off it,” Viggo said with hint of a chuckle. “We’ve all been there before. Even you. In fact, I recall a time not so long ago, when you followed Zella round like a little lost puppy dog.”

“Lost cat” Billy interjected. “Zella hates dogs. Even puppies.”

“She hates puppies” Dom asked incredulously. “How can anyone hate puppies? They are so cute and cuddly.”

“Okay, fine” Viggo continued. “So, you followed her around like a little lost kitty.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Bloody hell” Dom exclaimed. “Would you two act your age?! So much for that older and wiser and more refined bullshit. Seriously.”

“Sorry” the two replied with a reproachful look.

Dom grabbed a glass of champagne from an unexpecting waiter that strolled by. “Would you guys look at that.”

“What?”

“That” Dom gestured toward Sarah and Elijah who were practically glued together at the hip. “They haven’t been apart all night. And I tell you, if the sexual tension gets any thicker between the two of them, the next time sparks fly, a fire will be ignited. Mark my words.”

Billy chuckled a deep rich laugh. “And yet they claim to be just friends and nothing more.”

“What I don’t get, is why Elijah doesn’t just ask her out” Viggo pondered out loud. “It is obvious he is attracted to her, what is holding him back?”

“Lack of courage” Billy offered. “Fear of rejection.”

“Maybe he is just a pansy” Dom scoffed.

Casting a glance at Dom, Viggo replied, “Or maybe he just doesn’t realize how strongly he cares for her.”

“Kind of like, he doesn’t know what he is missing” Billy thought out loud. “Because Sarah has always been around.”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Dom absent mindedly tapped his finger to his chin. “So basically, what you guys are saying is that in order for Elwood to realize his affections for Sarah, he needs a little push.”

“Uh-oh. I’ve seen that look before” Billy stated. “Whatever you are scheming. I want no part of it. Do you hear me, no part in it.”

Dom continued, as if he hadn’t heard Billy. “And I know just the push that he needs.” Running his hands through his already messed hair he exclaimed, “My god, I’m a genius. Why didn’t I think of this before?”

“Care to share with us” Viggo inquired.

Excitedly Dom replied, “Well, you said Elijah needs a push in the right direction to realize how he feels for Sarah. You said he was so used to her always being around. Well, what if she wasn’t so available? What if someone else showed interest in her?”

Billy groaned, “I don’t like the sound of this.”

“And just who might this individual be” Viggo skeptically asked.

“Me of course” Dom replied as if the answer was as plain as white bread. “I’ll ask Sarah out a couple times, pretend to be interested, which will drive Lij crazy. Jealous even. Before you can say ‘Dom is a brilliant genius and he should rule the world’ Lij will have asked Sarah out and they will live happily ever after.”

Silence.

“Well,” Dom prodded. “Aren’t you going to pat me on the back or something for coming up with such a sure proof plan?”

Viggo shook his head in displeasure. “Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.**” Viggo was met with two blank stares, a pair of brilliant green and a pair of ocean blue, followed by silence. The older man continued, “Now if you two will excuse me, I have some critics to converse with.” Looking directly at Billy he added, “Thanks for coming, it really meant a lot. Even if I know you really didn’t want to be here.”

Billy and Dom looked at each other, both wearing a similar expression. Faces scrunched up in what was apparent confusion. “Just what the hell was that supposed to mean” Dom questioned.

“How…” Billy stammered. “How did he know?”

Together they muttered, “Enigmatic bastard” and “Perplexing old coot.”

“Hey there you guys are” Sarah exclaimed upon seeing Dom and Billy. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Yeah” Elijah added. “What have you been up to?”

With a flip of his hand, Dom replied, “Oh you know, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, mixed in with trying to decipher just what the hell we are looking at on the walls. I mean, I get the pictures of the tress, and the swimming pools, but the rest of it...I’m clueless.”

“And that is different from normal” Elijah joked.

A raucous laugh echoed through the air, cutting Dom off before he could respond to Elijah’s jab. “Billy! Oh Billy,” Zella’s voice cut through the air, followed by a high pitch fit of giggles. Suddenly, Nyla and Zella appeared; Zella weaved to and fro with the assistance of her friend.

“Oh god” Billy muttered. “Honey…”

“Billy” Zella screeched as she catapulted into the diminutive Scot’s arms. “Me…Me and Nyla had some of the best.” Craning to see Nyla she slurred, “Whaps that champ, champagner called again that we were imb-imdiding, er…drinking?”

“Dom Perignon.”

“Yesh! That was it,” the clearly buzzing brunette cried. “Billers, it was so good. I had like, um…” Zella held out her hand and attempted to recall the number of beverages consumed by counting on her fingers. “One...two…three” she sang out loud. “Four, Six. Er...I skipped one.”

Zella continued to babble on, counting and recounting on her fingers. “Doesn’t take her much, now does it” Elijah stated.

“Nope” Billy replied. “Cheap date. Well, usually. I don’t give her Perignon. Her alcohol intake needs to be monitored.” Whispering he adds, “She’s kind of lightweight.”

“Ten!” Zella announced proudly while holding up both hands, fingers spread wide. “I had ten glasses of champagner!” Billy looked at Nyla who just innocently shrugged her shoulders. “What? She was thirsty.”

“I can see that” Billy replied, struggling to keep his balance as his fiancé swayed back and forth.

“Billers!”

“Yes, dear.”

Zella steadied herself for a second, flicked her hair in what she thought was a sultry fashion and slurred, “Billy…Take mer to bed…or lose me for-forever!”***

“Well guys, you heard the lady. We are out of here.”

“Noooooo,” wailed Zella. “Say it. Come on baby. Say it! I said my part, now it is your turn!”

Nyla, Dom, Sarah and Elijah stared expectantly at Billy. Leaning in, Billy whispered in Zella’s ear, “I’ll say it once we get in the car.”

Pouting Zella stamped her foot on the ground, causing her nearly to lose her balance. “Now Billy-Willy.”

“Yes,” Dom mocked. “Now Billy…Willy” he added while biting back his laughter.

“Do it for me,” Zella purred.

Defeated, Billy agreed. “Fine and then we go home. Okay?” Zella nodded her head in a childlike manner.

Softly as he could, hoping that only Zella would be able to hear and not the rest of the gang, Billy whispered “Show me the way home, honey.”***

“I can’t hear you” Zella sang. “Louder!”

“Yes, louder, I didn’t quite catch that either” Elijah quipped, clearly enjoying this moment.

Exhaling, Billy shot an evil glance to his friends. “I’ll remember this. Just you wait.” Turning to his giggling fiancé, he cupped her face and said loud and clear, “Show me the way home, honey!” In response, Zella smothered him with wet sloppy kisses.

“Okay, had fun. Nyla, tell Viggo I had a wonderful time and that he is a beautiful, beautiful man who makes beautiful beautiful art.” Adding in a whisper, “You should keep him.” Nyla smiled and winked in response, “I know. I know.”

Zella continued her good-byes, “Sarah-roo. Bunny. Babe. Call me. We need to chat. Okay?” Without pausing, she moved on. “Baby Lij. I love you. Be good. And last but not least. Dom. Keep your pants on tonight, okay love?” Grabbing Billy by the hand she leads him toward the door. Calling over her shoulder she shouts, “Okay, we are going home to make sweet sweet love. Byeeeeeeeee!”

“Well, that was informational” Nyla quips while trying to tone down her cheesy grin. “Love to sit and chat, but I believe it is about time that I go chat with some horribly boring art aficionados. Thanks again for coming you guys. It really meant a lot to Viggo.” Blowing a kiss to her friends, Nyla heads off into the crowd until it slowly engulfs her.

Stretching his arms wide and making no attempt to hide a gigantic yawn Dom states, “Well, I’ve had about all the art appreciation I can handle for one night. I’m going to take off. Can you two kids find a ride home yourselves?”

“Sure, not a problem” Elijah replied.

“What so you can go to the clubs and hit on random drunk chicks” Sarah playfully questioned.

Dom feigned surprise and hurt. “Why Sarah is that what you think of me? Just some really good looking ladies man who a player?”

Both Elijah and Sarah nod their head in agreement.

“Well, I’m shocked” Dom states. “And a little bit hurt by your accusations. For your information, I am planning on going straight home and curling up in bed. Alone.” Waggling his eyebrows he adds, “That is unless one of you is interested in joining me.”

Silence ensues. “Alright” Dom continues, “I can take a hint. Ta.”

-**Quote by Alan Watts
-***Quote from Top Gun

Blondie, I love this darling!!! It's very funny so far!

:lmao:

BUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!

ahah vig's an old coot! rofl

:heartbeat: Pat

This part made me scream, yet again, why am I not married to him??????? It is so cute and I heart drunk Zella and I love sweet Billy!

And, Dom....oh, Dom...I worry over you and your intentions! teehee! You see what I did there? ;-)

Oh my gosh, I had to sptop reading four times because I was giggling way too hard, and people kept on staring at me.
I must quote, precious, I must!

Now, I'm utterly delighted by these five minutes of fame, and foremost, you know what? I could seriously say all these things... spazzing rethoric saved my witty ass a thousand times when I had to put up an art or literature interrogation I was not ready for.

I am sitting down at my workstation, but I swear, my knees buckled at this part. It takes just the character of Viggo waltzing into scene, and I turn into the most pathetic fangirl ever. Not to mention that your Viggo is the greatest I ever read about, funy and dropping hot at the same time.

AWWWW!! And here, I cast my eyes away from the screen, crossed arms on the table, lied my head on them and took five deep breaths. It's not fairrrr!! You cannot have the loom acting so nerdly sweet and romantic! :cry:

Italiano!! Oh, Madonna, how I heart you!! Loved the whole passages, and teh consequences it implies... I'm of flesh and bones, after all. ;)

Sighhhh, silly childish Viggo!! :faint:
He could say it, I know that.

Now, I don't like Dom's 'genial' plan at all... I seriously think his best intentions will be at least misunderstood, and bring a helluva trouble.

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: I'm afraid he gets it more than he thinks.

Pheeew, I'm done. And you said not to gets ur expectaions too high for this! Silly girl you are.
:heartbeat:

HAHA!!! Too frigin' funny!!! Loved the Top Gun quote, by the way!! lol

Ladies! Everyone that celebrates Thanksgiving, hope you had a nice holiday...and for my foreign friends...well I hope you had a lovely Thursday. ^_^

Eeeee! Your reactions are killing me here girls. Mena, I am especially glad you liked that update. It was so funny, I was writing about Vig's art work and I was all like, "Yes, I can totally see Anna pulling shit like this out of her rear." Tee hee.

A bit more...

Days later

“So let me get this straight” the clearly agitated saleswoman barked, “Your wedding is a year away.”

Zella nodded her head.

“And yet you want to try on dresses today?”

“Yes” the brunette replied, annoyance boiling to the surface. “Is that a problem? Because if it is, I would love to speak with your manager. According to every bridal book on the face of the earth, it is quite acceptable for me, the bride, to try on and order my wedding gown well in advance.”

The sudden outburst and the mention of wanting to speak with the manager from Zella suddenly changed the saleswoman’s demeanor. “Of course, of course. I’m sorry. How silly of me.” Pausing, while wringing her hands, the woman added, “But I’m sorry, I don’t understand why they need to try on their dresses today.”

Through clenched teeth Zella replied, “Because I am a crazed bitchy bride who must see what the dresses look like next to the gowns I am considering. That is why!”

Nyla, Sarah, Anna and Jaime did the best they could to stifle their laughter, which included biting their lips, chewing on a fingernail, and turning away from the situation that was unfolding between Zella and the saleswoman.

“What was your supervisor’s name again” Zella questioned with evil delight.

Shock was apparent on the saleswoman’s face. “Let me get you a room right away. One for you and your…your entourage.”

As the woman scampered away, Zella turned toward her group of bridesmaids and giggled. “That was fun.”

“Oh Zella,” Nyla groaned. “You are horrible.”

Sarah agreed.

“You know,” Jaime said, “You should really consider acting, you totally had me going for a second there. I really thought you were pissed.”

Giggling again, Zella said, “Thanks. I love being a bitch. It is so much fun. Now let’s go get girly and try on dresses!”

Moments later Zella walked out of her dressing room and stood before the gigantic wall length mirror. Slowly one, by one, the bridesmaids came forward from their dressing rooms and stood in awe as they took in the sight of their friend in her full bridal glory. Zella wore a simple strapless Amsale gown, the white duchess silk seemed to glow in the light and create a magical aura, silver metallic embroidery at the dropped waist gave the plain dress just enough pizzazz to catch the eye – but not detract from it, and the full box pleats completed the ball gown feeling Zella desired.

“Oh my” Anna muttered. “Magnifico!”

Zella twirled around in the dress. “Do you think Billy would like?”

“Like” Sarah questioned. “Are you kidding me? He will love it!”

Zella screeched, “Isn’t this so much fun! I love playing dress up!” Eyeing up her friends, she said, “Okay, let’s see what you guys found.”

Zella gave her friends the instructions to find a bridesmaid dress style that they liked and to try it on. Zella noted that not only did all of her friends find different styles of dresses, but different colors as well.

“Interesting choices” was all Zella could say as she noted Jaime’s choice of a pink frilly tea length dress, Sarah’s simplistic fitted chocolate brown gown, Nyla’s scarlet silk shantung A-line gown with coordinating sash at the waist line and Anna’s tightly fitted jet black dress that slightly flared at the knees. “So, what color do you think the dresses should be?”

All four girls screamed out their choices, making it difficult to determine what color choices were even offered. Tapping her finger to her chin, a mischievous smile dances upon Zella’s lips. “Well, you know me. I’m partial to pink!”

Jaime squealed out loud while Nyla and Anna groaned.

“Sis” Anna started, “being a former red head, you know when I say that pink just does us crimson beauties no justice that it is the truth.”

“Yeah, and I just hate pink” Nyla offered.

“I beg to differ” Jaime chirped. Spinning around in her dress she continued, “I’m a red head and I look simply smashing in pink. See!” And it was true. Jaime had that annoying feature that she looked good in everything and anything she wore. Seriously, the girl could make a garbage bag look great.

“Well, if not pink, what about black,” Zella offered.

Anna and Nyla nodded their heads in agreement. “Now that is what I’m talking about” Anna replied.

“Oh come on now, you are just saying that because you know that is the only color Anna ever wears,” Jaime sputtered while pouting.

Sarah rolled her eyes with disgust. “I can see this is going to take awhile. Why don’t you let me know when you are all done bickering.”

Twenty minutes later, the girls were sitting in a crowded coffee shop, the dispute over bridesmaid dress color long forgotten. “Well, this was fun” Jaime offered while sipping on her chai tea. “I’m glad we could do this at least once before I leave. You will have to let me know when we really go to try on dresses. Hopefully I will be able to breakaway from production for a bit.”

“So when do you and Johnny leave for Paris” Anna questioned.

“Day after tomorrow. And then I’m gone for at least three months.”

Zella grumbled, “Geez, I’m really going to miss you.” The rest of the girls added their own chorus of sentiments.

“Well, you can come and visit me anytime you would like” Jaime offered. “I’m sure Johnny wouldn’t mind.”

As Jaime continued to fill the group in on her work in Paris, and her feelings about working in the same film with her boyfriend of three years, Johnny Depp, Sarah’s phone rang.

Grabbing the phone quickly from her purse she glanced at the caller id and grimaced. “That’s odd” she thought. “Hello”

“Sarah, love” the voice cooed at the other end.

“Hi Dom.” At the mention of Dom’s name, the chattering of the group quieted down, as they all tried in vain to listen to the current phone conversation.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m having coffee with the girls.” With a laugh she added, “Which you are currently interrupting. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I just called to talk…”

Sarah interrupted, “Billy’s not here with us, so if you are trying to reach him, you should try him on his cell again.” It was a little known fact that Dom was in the habit of calling everyone’s cell phone except for the person he was trying to reach. If Dom was looking for Billy, he would call Nyla’s phone in hopes that she would be hanging out with Zella and Billy. Or if he was looking for Orlando, he would call Zella, hoping that she would know where Orlando and Anna were. Rather backward thinking, but it was Dom, and everyone was used to it.

Dom chuckled a deep and hearty laugh. “Actually, I was hoping to speak with you.”

Stunned, Sarah muttered, “Oh.”

Nyla turned to Jaime and whispered, “What did he just say? What? I couldn’t hear.” Everyone shushed the loud blonde, which prompted Nyla to contort her face in disgust and stick out her tongue.

“So, now that I have you on the line,” Dom continued in his smooth tone, “I wondering if you would like to accompany me Friday night to Jaime and Johnny’s good bye party.”

“Sure, I suppose. But I was planning on riding with Nyla and Viggo. So if you want to ride with us, just meet me at my house a little before 9pm.”

Once again, the phone was filled with laughter. “Actually, love, I think you are missing the point. I was hoping that you and I, just the two of us could go to the party together.”

Sarah gulped and squeaked, “Oh” again into the phone.

To clarify Dom added, “You know, like a date.”

“A dat...dat...date” she stammered.

Anna whispered to the group, “Did he just ask her out on a date?” Shoulders shrugged, as the four girls leaned in even further, hoping to catch a few random bits of the phone call.

“Well, I’ll take that as a yes, not a very enthusiastic yes, but I won’t let that wound my ego. So, I’ll pick you up at your place at 9pm. See you then love.”

“Sure” was all Sarah could reply before the line went dead.

“Well” the group chorused, eagerly awaiting the full details of the phone conversation.

Confused, Sarah said, “Dom just asked me out on a date. For Friday night.” Looking at Jaime she added, “I guess we are going to your party together.”

Eyebrows were raised as the four girls shared looks.

“But I’m sure he means as friends. Because, why would Dom ask me out on a date?” Sarah continued to rattle on, “I mean, Dom’s asked you guys out before, right? Like as a joke.”

Jaime was the first to respond, shaking her head. “Not me hun.”

“But that is only because he is scared shitless of Johnny” Anna added.

“Yeah, Dom’s asked me out a few times,” Nyla added with a smirk. “In fact, the night of the art exhibition, he asked Viggo if he could take me into the back room and check out one of Viggo’s pieces of work first hand, the whole time pointing at me.” Blonde tresses flew through the air as she shook her head, “Fucking perv.”

Anna and Zella added their own experiences of Dom’s relentless begging for dates with them.

“Well, then it is concluded. He asked me as a joke.” Sarah added, feeling mixed emotions. Slightly relieved and yet saddened that Dom was only joking. It would have been nice to actually be asked out on a date, even if it was only Dom.

OH! I love I love I love!!!!

The bridesmaid dress picking was so cute! I bet our Amber looked smashing! *squeaks* I love you, Blondie *hugs*

:heartbeat: Pat

*raises hand* Pink. Pink dresses. That's my vote. And I can be very...influential. *glares at Anna* PINK, DAMMIT!!!!!

LMAO! And he should be scared...

Me and Johnny are going to Paris! Woo-hoo!! And we're having a par-tay!! Double woo-hoo! Paris and Parties and...PJohnny (??) I love it!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Gosh, it's stunning how well you know us all!!

I loved to bits bitchy Zella, and have her retorting bitter answers on the poor woman, and the whole colors galore!

ahahah, yeah. Some people can really pull off anything!
*is jealous*

Oh, piss it!! :lol: I could take a stab at black for violet or navy blue, there's no need to rail about it!

I enjoyed how you pointed out that basically everybody went out on a date with Dom. Okay, besides Jaime. But I reckon that a girl who's now dating Johnny Depp knows it better than hanging out with Dom... sorry, boy, but you just cannot compare!

But...

he should be careful around this sensitive one. Not to mention he might drive out Elijah's 'furious midget' side.

To quote my own character in this story: Magnifico!!

:love: :love:

Oh, I forgot:

NO WAY TO PINK DRESSES; YA HEAR ME????

:laugh:

I'm a bit sleepy so I don't have a good reply, but I loved the trying on of dresses and Dom asking Sarah on a date. Interesting....

GREAT JOB HUN!

eeee! How I adore this story! It fills me with such happiness.

Really, it does! So, doesn't that make you want to update more often? *bats eyelashes*

Take it, bitch! Why are bridal shop workers Satan??? :yes:

*laughs maniacally* Oh, Dom, do you never give up?? Always thinking, that one is!

But, poor Sarah...Dom is messing about with her feelings, me thinks, and might end up skunking himself in the process.

*clears throat* Um hello. Remember me? Blondie. Um yes, ashamed to admit that I've been slacking in my posting responsibilities as an author.

What I'm not ashamed to admit is that I am all about bribes! Yes that is right. The lovely Mena sent me this little pressie *points to sig* and so of course I felt obliged to post an update. Thanks Mena! I luff it.

Just a little disclaimer, with finals quickly approaching (starting this friday) there may be an influx of posting because I am procrastinating so much or I may vanish off the face of the earth for a week or so. Just wanted to put that out there.

Okay, back to business....

Friday night – the night of Jaime and Johnny’s going away party

7:00PM

The shrill noise of Sarah’s apartment phone sounds. Glancing over at the phone, Sarah contemplates answering it, but decides against it since she was currently engrossed in the movie Man on Fire with Denzel Washington. “Mm…Denzel” Sarah thinks, as she hunkers down on the couch once again, trying to get back to the comfortable state she was in before the phone interrupted her.

The answering machine finally picks up, after what seems like an eternity. “This is Sarah. You know what to do” her voice sounds, and Sarah makes the mental note to ask her friends if she really sounds like that.

“Bunny. Oh Bunny” a familiar voice calls out. “Sarah, if you are there, pick up the damn phone,” Nyla says. “I know you screen your phone calls. Hello. Hello. Are you there? Are you?”

“Damn” Sarah thinks. Mumbling out loud, “She can be quite annoying. How does Viggo put up with that shit?”

“Alright” Nyla’s voice continues. “Since you are either not home or you are ignoring me, I just wanted to give you a head’s up. You know how you determined that Dom just asked you out on a date as a joke.”

Sarah grabbed the remote and paused the movie, “Denzel can wait” she thought, her interest was peaked.

Nyla’s melodic voice continued, “Well, guess what? Dom was just over here, helping Viggo out with some recording and well, he let it spill. He wasn’t joking when he asked you. He was serious.” Screeching into the phone, “Do you hear me, he was serious! So, Zella and I will be over there in about a half hour, because we are helping you get ready. Okay? Byeeeeee!”

Sarah continued to stare, slack jawed at the answering machine. What the hell just happened? “Is this a joke” she thought. “Nah, Nyla would never do that to me. She knows how sensitive I am about my lack of dating history.” Sarah is neither proud nor embarrassed by her inexperience when it comes to dating. In fact, very few people know that she has limited experiences in the world of dating.

It isn’t that she is unattractive or unappealing; in fact she has turned many heads in her day. The root of the issue is growing up she was very sheltered. Her parents were very over controling and she was not allowed to date until she was 18. Not that it really bothered her. Sarah kept herself occupied with drama club, singing, community service, and hanging out with friends. She didn’t need a boyfriend. That attitude stuck with her well into college, she found that she was far too busy with her course work for her double major. And after college, well, Sarah works in a profession that isn’t exactly one of the hot spots for meeting young eligible men. Sarah is a History professor, one of the youngest at UCLA, and let’s face it, history is not a sexy subject.

Sarah looked down at herself and noted her disheveled appearance. To be on the safe side, Sarah decided to ponder this new information while in the shower. If it was truly a date, she didn’t want to scare Dom off by smelling like old gym socks.

7:30ish

Sarah was towel drying her hair when she heard the distinctive annoying buzz of the intercom system followed by the impatient voices of Nyla and Zella. Rushing over to the intercom, Sarah quickly buzzed the boisterous duo in the building. Within a matter of seconds, or so it seemed, Nyla and Zella were bounding through the apartment door.

“Hey” Nyla screeched.

“Shhhh” Sarah hissed while shutting the door behind her friends. “Must you be so loud? Honestly. People are going to complain.”

Zella scrunched her face up in disgust, “Well, they are just potty party-poopers.”

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to deal with pissed off neighbors and deal with their scathing looks in the hallway or stairwell.”

“You are still not pissed about that time that Old Lady McGovern complained to your super. Are you” Nyla questioned incredulously.

Sarah stared silently at the blonde. “You are” exclaimed Nyla. “Geez, I’m sorry for like the millionth time. It was over a year ago Sarah. Time to let it go.”

Shifting her gaze to the floor Sarah replied, “I’m not pissed pissed. Just annoyed. Besides, you know how I feel about having a tainted record.”

Zella giggled. “Sarah, it isn’t like you have rap sheet a mile long with the police department. You have one lousy noise compliant with your superintendent. I swear to you, it isn’t going to ruin you or your reputation.”

Sarah huffed in response. Deciding to change the topic and to approach one that had been weighing heavily on her mind since Nyla’s phone call. “Whatever. It is done and over with. So,” she began. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm her nerves, “So, what is this crazy talk about Dom being serious about tonight being a date?”

“It is no joke. He is dead serious. He asked you out on a date,” Nyla replied.

One lone eyebrow rose as Sarah’s face contorted into a mixture of confusion and disbelief. “But…But how do you know he is telling the truth” she stammered.

“I don’t know,” the blonde shrugged. “I just know. When he was talking to Viggo about it, he wasn’t joking around. Normally when he is being a goofball he always has this quirky smirk on his face and his eyes are alight with mischievousness. He showed neither signs nor symptoms of that this afternoon.”

“Oh” is all Sarah could reply. It seemed that the mixture of emotions plaguing her mind had damaged some portion of her cortex rendering her speechless.

Zella broke the silence. “Well, ladies I think we have sufficiently wasted enough time gabbing. Let’s get to this. First we need a little music,” she said as she sashayed off to the CD player.

“If you are going with the Immaculate Collection,” Sarah started, “I really am in the mood for some Material Girl.”

“Noooo,” wailed Nyla. “Into the Groove or La Isla Bonita.”

Zella glanced over at her friends with a small smile. “Good idea,” she said coyly, “if we were listening to Madonna.” Sarah and Nyla exchanged confused glances – it was very unlikely for Zella to listen to anything but Madonna while getting ready for a party. Just as Sarah was about to ask what they were going to be listening to a distinct Latin beat fills the air. “It is Shakira time girls.” Zella suddenly busts into Shakira type slithering movements, shaking her curvy frame to and fro. “Shake what your mama gave ya!”

Nyla and Sarah glanced at each other and then back at Zella who was now thrusting her hips and shoulders back and forth in sync. Laughter bubbled from deep within the girls.
Once the laughter subsided, the two girls looked at each other again and after a moment followed suit as Zella continued to shake her body and wave her arms about wildly.

“I really wish I knew what she was singing about,” Sarah said as she slithered about on the floor in her best Shakira impersonation.

Zella tossed her head about. “No. With Shakira it isn’t about what she is singing. It is all about moving, shaking hips and losing all inhibitions.”

Twisting about while swishing her hips back and forth in a frenzied motion Nyla added, “True. But I’m still curious. I wish Anna was here. She could translate for us.”

“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed. “Why isn’t Anna here? I thought for certain you two would have convinced her to come and help me get ready for this so called date.”

“Oh I did call her,” Zella stated. “But apparently, she was busy.”

Nyla raised an eyebrow. “Oh really.” With a snicker she added, “I can imagine.”

“Exactly my point,” Zella continued. “I told her we were all meeting over here and that she must simply come. But she stated that she had just gotten out of the shower and she still needed to get ready and gave me some song and dance that if she didn’t blow dry her hair at that exact second that it would be all frizzy and just a mess.”

The three girls exchanged skeptical glances as they danced about the apartment. Zella continued, “But that wasn’t the best part. She then said that she needed to help Orlando get ready. Apparently, his curls are out of control and they need help taming.”

Nyla stopped dancing and shrieked, “Taming the curls! I knew it!”

Zella and Nyla broke out in laughter.

Confused, Sarah looked at her friends and said, “Wait, did I miss something here. What is the big deal? Who cares if she is helping him get his unruly hair under control?”

Zella couldn’t control the fit of giggles that exploded out of her with force. “What” Sarah asked again.

Suppressing her own giggles Nyla explain, “Hun. ‘Taming the curls’ is Anna’s code word.”

A puzzled expression was apparent on Sarah’s face. “Code word?”

“Oh Sarah” Zella cried out. “You are so naïve sometimes, it kills me.”

“Code word” Nyla continues, “for getting busy with Orlando.”

It was as if a light had gone on in Sarah’s head as realization was apparent on her face. “Oh.”

“You know, getting jiggy, shagging, the horizontal tango,” Nyla continued. Glancing at Zella, both girls screeched “Sex” at the top of their lungs.

Sarah felt her temperature rise as her cheeks flushed crimson. “Well, how was I supposed to know? Honestly, who really uses code words?”

Nyla pointed at Zella as Zella returned an accusatory pointed finger in the blonde’s direction.

“You are kidding me.”

Sheepishly the girls said nothing. “Well, don’t I feel like the idiot here. Well, are you going to enlighten me on what your so called code words are or are you going to leave me in the dark forever?”

“Well” Zella began, “it is nothing personal, but the whole idea behind code words is to be used so that people don’t know what you are really doing except for your significant other. Such as if I were at a party and I said to Billy, ‘Hun, I’m really beat, why don’t we go home and watch some Daffy Duck cartoons’ he would know that means lets hurry home, get buck naked and have some fun. But everyone else would just assume that I was tired and wanted to go home and watch some TV.”

“So, if we told the code words, it wouldn’t be so secretive anymore and you would know what was really up,” Nyla added.

“But you just told me Anna’s code word.”

Nyla shrugged her shoulders, “Eh, sucks to be her. She should have been here with us getting ready.”

Sarah continued with her entourage of questions, “But how do you know her code words, especially if it is supposed to be so secretive.”

Zella simply stated, “Anna has loose lips when she is drunk. Give that girl too much tequila and you will find out things you never ever wanted to know about her and Orlando’s relationship.”

Nyla nodded her head in agreement while Sarah shuddered at the thought. Sarah opened her mouth to ask another question when Zella exclaimed, “Holy crap you guys. We need to get going. We have got to get Sarah all beautified for her date. It is quarter after 8 and the boys will be getting here around 9PM.”

Nyla rushed behind Sarah and gently yet urgently ushered Sarah into her bedroom, Zella brining up the rear. Standing before the closet, Zella and Nyla urgently pawed through clothes, searching for the perfect outfit.

Sarah inwardly cringed. She understood her friends’ excitement over her date with Dom, but she didn’t understand why they had to come over and help her pick out her outfit. “So guys, I was thinking of wearing jeans and a button down shirt with my little sequined ballet flats.”

Zella and Nyla recoiled in horror, mouths agape. “Oh no” Nyla said in a hurried fashion. “Are you crazy” Zella shrieked, “You don’t wear a button down shirt to a club, much less to a club that you are going to with Dom as your date!”

Mumbling more so to herself Sarah replied, “Well, I don’t see the problem with it. I wear that kind of stuff every day; it is what I am most comfortable in.”

“Exactly” Nyla and Zella chorused in unison. “You don’t want to wear something that you wear everyday” Nyla continued. “You want to wear something special, something spicy, something foxy,” Zella added. For added effect Nyla stated, “You want Dom to be shocked and realize what he has been missing this whole time.”

Sarah mulled over what her friends said. It is true, she did want to attract Dom’s attention and it would be kind of fun to rub it in his face what he was missing. After a moment of a silent struggle in her head, Sarah agreed to let Nyla and Zella pick out her outfit. But on one condition. “Fine,” Sarah replied, “But I don’t want to look like a cheap hooker” she added adamantly.

Her two friends grinned at each, exchanged looks and finally replied, “Don’t worry. Trust us.”

Maybe it was the tone they used, or the glimmer in their eyes, regardless, Sarah was a bit worried about what was in store.

HAHA!! Taming the curls!! I love it!! Back at uni we used to have code 'signals' - pull on your ear if there was a hot guy, smooth your eyebrow if there was a skanky guy, and so forth. And me and one of my best friends, Kelly, could communicate purely through wiggling our eyebrows. Seriously, we could have whole conversations. Ah, girly bonding over an open wardrobe...how I love it!! lol Great chap hun! And if bribery is what it takes to get more..... :tsk:

Squeeee!! My bribe worked!! And, I hope t was the start of a good habit, because you know I NEED updates.

Right now through, I'm practivally diving under my workstation, cheeks flaiming. Gosh, I chocked not to laugh out loud, honestly.

I must hold back and quote just a couple of sentences, otherwise I'd quote everything:

*nods* This makes sense, although I cannot refrain from translating he lyrics, ahahaha!!

Boeahahahah!! First, how did you know that 'my hair would be a mess' answer is the most likely you can get, from me?

and then... then... :lmao:

I really chocked over this part. No lie, chocled and blushed and giggled like a loon! Gosh, it's fantastic. And slightly embarrassing, I'm afraid.

Also because I am really a weak spirit when it comes to drink. You can get all details you need about the third drink around, and it's not much.
:blush:

Now, I wonder how things will go between Dom and sarah.

I would have paid to see Anna's face when she read this! ahahahaaha! Taming the curls killed me the first time around! :lmao: That was so creative and hilarious all in one blow. *bows to the great blonde one*

And, I guess I need to go watch Daffy Duck cartoons now.....come on, Billeh. :devil:

LOL This was so funny! Sorry I didn't read the latest update earlier, *grumbles about school*

But the relationship between these girls is so hilarious! haha

Oh my gosh, don't fall out of your chairs, but here it is...another update. :eek:

But before I go on...I just have to say, Anna, I loved your reactions to taming the curls! Teehee.

As seconds ticked by, slowly turning into minutes Zella exchanged a nervous glance with Nyla. “What the hell is taking her so long” Zella whispered in hush tones. Nyla just shrugged her shoulders in return. “Well, she has three more minutes. That is more than enough time” Zella countered.

The allotted time of three minutes pass by and still no sign of Sarah. “Okay, what the hell,” Nyla proclaims. “Did she fucking die in there or what?”

“I don’t know but I am finding out what is going on. She is probably just ignoring us. Or maybe she is chickening out. Who knows?” With that Zella strides up to the bathroom door and quickly raps on the door in succession. “Sarah! Come on, come out. If you don’t hurry up Dom is going to be here.”

Silence from the other end of the door. “Sarah” Zella begins once again, irritation creeping into her voice. “If you don’t want to come out, then I will come in there and drag your scrawny butt out.”

That was enough to illicit a response, “My butt is not scrawny!”

“Oh my gosh, she lives” Nyla muttered dryly, earning a snicker from Zella.

“Well, are you coming out or what?” Zella questioned.

“No.”

“What” Nyla and Zella chimed in unison.

“You heard me” Sarah stated firmly from her bathroom sanctuary. “I’m not coming out. Especially dressed like this.”

“What is wrong with what you are wearing” Nyla questioned.

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open. “Look at me” Sarah screeches. “I look ridiculous.” Sweeping her arm in a downward fashion in front of her body she adds, “Honestly, who wears this stuff?”

Nyla was quick to answer with a smirk on her face, “Well, hunny, tonight you do!”

Sarah glared at Nyla, who was quick to stifle her giggles. “I’m serious. I’m not going out dressed like this.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Sarah stared her friends down, daring them to challenge her decision.

Zella and Nyla glanced at each other, unsure what to say or how to approach the topic. Neither of the girls could see why Sarah was so upset. They thought Sarah’s outfit which consisted of a clingy black skirt with a thigh high side slit paired with a low cut revealing tank top embellished with sequins around the neckline and accessorized with a chunky metallic hip hugging belt and black heels was more than fitting for club attire.

Zella opened her mouth to protest but before any words were spoken Sarah had cut her off, “No. I’m not wearing this. I feel like some skanky whore who is only out for a piece of ass.”

Once again giggling, Nyla questions, “But isn’t that what you are after? A hot piece of ass named Dom?”

Sarah’s face flushed three shades of red before remaining a light hue of pink. Stammering, “I, well, I…I never said that.”

“No, but you thought it” Zella added followed by a cackle. To this, Sarah had no answer, for despite her best attempts to void her mind of Dom; it seems that he was all she could think about lately.

“Speaking of Dom, he is going to be here shortly. So, I think it would be a good idea to find an outfit that you are willing to go out in.”

Half an hour later

Nyla and Zella were pacing in opposite directions in the living room, waiting for Sarah to emerge from the bathroom. Both girls were concerned that they were going to have a repeat performance of Sarah refusing leave her safe zone, otherwise known as the bathroom. Every so often one would stop pacing, glance up at the kitchen clock and sigh, then resume the pacing.

“Okay,” Nyla started, “she has one more minute, and if she isn’t out by then, we are going to have to resort to force.” Zella nodded in agreement.

Luckily for everyone, before the one minute countdown was up, Sarah appeared in the living room. The anxious brunette and blonde simultaneously lifted their heads and took in the sight of their friend before them.

Standing there, nervously digging her foot into the blush beige carpeting, Sarah allowed her friends to stare, despite the overwhelming feeling of wanting to run and hide, to flee the spotlight. Sarah was never good at being the center of attention, she always felt her insecurities come crashing to the surface, she felt vulnerable, and it was a feeling that she didn’t enjoy. She would much rather let Jaime or Nyla command center stage, while she hid in the shadows.

“Well” Sarah questioned, concerned that her friends had said nothing in regards to her appearance.

As if pulling the plug, jumbled compliments from Nyla and Zella filled Sarah’s ears, resounding in her mind, and bring a meek smile to her freshly painted lips. The little self confidence that did reside in Sarah’s body, floated to the top and for a moment, she felt just as her friends described her – beautiful.

The sound of a knock at the door was enough to reduce Sarah from her new found confidence back to the common state of anxiousness. Sarah’s eyes darted to her friends, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Nyla and Zella just nodded their heads, a gesture that said more than words could. Gathering all the strength she could muster, Sarah made her way to the door, took a deep breath, plastered on the biggest smile on her face and threw open the door….

Only to be greeted by Viggo and Billy. Just as popped balloon, the breath that Sarah was unknowingly holding rushed out, and her smile fell. “Oh, it is just you guys” she said as she turned on her heel.

“Well, good to see you too” Billy stated dryly.

Viggo shook his head, “Don’t take it personally Billy. Something tells me that our darling Sarah was hoping that it would be someone else on the other side of the door when she opened it.”

Sarah involuntarily grimaced. She didn’t think it was all that apparently, but obviously she was wrong. Before she could even counter with a comeback or change the subject all together, another knock echoed through the apartment. All eyes fell on her, and once again she was thrust into the spotlight.

Running a nervous hand through her hair, Sarah strode toward the door, heart pounding against her chest, butterflies soaring through her stomach and waves of excitement followed by apprehension rolled through her mind.

Placing her hand on the door knob, Sarah casually glanced back at her friends, and found four pair of eyes urging her on. Once again, gathering all her courage, Sarah took a deep breath and opened the door.

It was like a dream, one of those really good ones where you never want to wake up from. Standing before her was Dom, clad in slim grey slacks, a black long sleeve shirt that bore the words “IRRITANT”, wrists and fingers adorn in his normal bracelets and rings, cheeky smile plastered on his face, and holding the largest fresh bouquet of lilies she had ever seen. Sarah had to repeatedly blink her eyes, just to make sure that what she was seeing was really real and not just a dream.

“My God” he drawled in a husky whisper. “Sarah,” he stated as his steely blue eyes combed over ever inch of her body, noting the way her slim black pants belled at the bottom but hugged her hips, the way her small waist was emphasized by the blood red corset, the way her hair framed her face in soft waves, and the way her smile light up when she saw him. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Sarah felt her face flushing, and she involuntarily tucked her head downward, allowing her long brown locks to hide her face. “No, don’t do that” she heard him say before his fingers were slowly grazing up her neck, pausing at her chin, and lifting her face upward until her eyes were staring straight into his own shining orbs. “Don’t hide your face; you are far too beautiful to be doing that.”

As much as she was trying to fight it, she found herself drowning in Dom’s words. The sound of a throat clearing brought her back to reality. “Oh I am sorry, please come in Dom.”

As Dom shuffled by Sarah into the apartment, she felt four bodies shuffling behind her out the door. Nyla, Viggo, Zella, and Billy all jubilantly greeted Dom and then said their good-byes. Leaning in, Billy whispered in Sarah’s ear, “Don’t be too long lass….,” and with that he shut the door, leaving Sarah and Dom all alone.

Feeling Dom’s constant gaze, Sarah turned once more to face him. “For you,” he said as he thrust the lilies in her direction. “Dom, you shouldn’t have,” she began. “I know,” he countered. “I did it because I wanted to. Besides, what kind of date would I be if I didn’t show up with flowers?”

Sarah was uncertain as how to answer, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “You know, lilies are my favorite flower.”

Dom smiled a sly grin, “I know.”

“Oh” was all Sarah could muster.

“Let’s just say that I did my research.”

Sarah tried to wrap her mind around what Dom had just said. Research, what could he possibly mean by that? She decided she would have to consult the girls about this, between Anna, Jaime, Nyla and Zella, the four of them could decode boy speak pretty accurately.

The sound of Dom speaking brought Sarah from the depths of her mind to present time. “…so, I guess we should be going. If we show up too late, they will wonder what we were doing here. Especially Billy, I know how his mind works.”

Sarah grabbed her purse and Dom opened the door for her, “Sure he looks all wee and innocent, but really, the guy is one kinky bastard.”

Oh, Best Intentions! How I have missed thee and the way thee always manages to make me smile so greatly! :yes:

I love this, my Blonde Lady! Sarah is so cute and sweet with her unassuming airs. I love that she ended up picking a red corset top, too. Awesomeness!

The swanky part made me laugh and you know why!

And, you made Dom wear the Irritant shirt! Squee! He's so adorable in that! I loved his awed reaction to seeing Sarah for the first time all dressed up. Excellence!

And, the last line of the chapter....killer sweet. Oh, Billy, time to watch Daffy duck cartoons, indeed. :tsk:

Oh, how much I've missed! First things first:

NO PINK DRESSES!!!!

As a redhead, I would cry for Anna. Terrible terrible thing to do to one of us. MORBID!!!

All the characters are so cute! Dom is pretty much an amazing actor. And with each paragraph, it seems, Sarah reminds me more and more of myself. The last chapter did it in with the lilies (oh!how i love thee, lilies!) and her penchant for side-stepping the spotlight. I'll leave it for my friends, thanks. They like it, anyways.

It really sucks how genuine Dom seems. She's falling for him already. And let me tell you, being led on then rejected.. it SUCKS with all capitols. Not just the 's'. Oh, no. Every single letter. ... :blush:

Post again soon, darling! I really want to see Elijah's reaction!

xoxoxoxo
Sam

Haha!!! Too true!!

I already told you how much I love updates of your stories, but I'll say it again...I LOVE UPDATES OF YOUR STORIES!!!!! So much fun!!!!!! Post more soon, pretty please???

Sorry it took me so long, but you know, RL is taking over me.

I have never been very fond of Dom, but I grinned over the 'Irritant' T-shirt like Amber did.

I swear, it would be so amazing to have friends like these girls!! Granted, I DO have them, but what I mean is, to have them living close enough that you can argue over he proper attire, or the fact you're getting late somewhere.

You know, I'm sure it would be truly like this, i we were all living closer.
Everything, besides the curls to be tamed, sadly. Not that I'd mind adding it to the pile!!

But.... but, Dom is getting himself into trouble.

*screeches* Samma! Yay! Thanks for reading hun.

And since I am feeling a bit sentimental, I want to take the time and thank all of you for reading...even if you are all my friends. *snort* I'm sorry that was a bit uncalled for. ^_^

Much love to you all.

Smooches!

Despite hanging out with the same group of friends, Sarah and Dom never really spent any time alone nor a lot of time chatting with just each other. Because of this the sometimes shy brunette was quite concerned that they were going to have nothing to talk about. Next to being the center of attention, Sarah hated that awkward silence that often existed in conversations. More often than not, Sarah felt awkward enough, no need to complicate the matter even further by having nothing to talk about and having to resort to bringing up something lame like the weather or the local sports teams, of which she cared nothing about.

But that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, she found that conversation with Dom flowed quite easily, almost too easily.

It wasn’t long before Dom maneuvered his car in front of the club. “Well here we are” he commented, as Sarah gawked out her window at the club. Of course, Jaime being Jaime, picked out the hottest and most happening club to have her and Johnny’s going away party at. The club was an old gothic style building that had been restored and renovated to make it the A-list spot that it was now. Sarah stared at the crystal clear letters that appeared to be carved out of blocks of ice that were back light by red dancing flames in awe.

“Incendie et Glace” Dom replied in a false French accent. “Only the hottest nightclub in town at the moment.” Sarah just nodded her head, currently at a loss for words. “You know,” Dom continued, “this is an exact replica of the one that is located in the Latin Quarter in France. Right down to the all black marble dance floor.” Sarah now understood why Jaime chose this particular club for her party. Jaime was obsessed with anything to do with Paris, heck, anything to do with France. Leave it to her to find the one club in Los Angeles that is an exact replica of a French nightclub.

“Well, do you want to sit here in the car all night and just stare at it, or do you want to actually go inside and have a good time with our friends?” At the suggestion, Sarah was quick to agree.

Sarah had been impressed with the exterior of the club, but in comparison to the inside, it was nothing to get excited over. Sarah felt as if she had been transported into a dream world. She glanced around, trying not to make it obvious that she was staring, taking in the sights. The club was dimly light, gothic candelabras hung from the walls, the flames of the candles dancing and creating shadows on the dark purple walls. Mirrors of all sizes filled the walls reflecting the candlelight and strobe lights. The air was heavy but not suffocating; a thin haze of fog filled the air adding to the gothic undertones of the club.

Dom grabbed Sarah’s hand, “Come on. I see the group.” Sarah noticed how expertly Dom moved, twisting and turning through the thick crowd of club goers. Sneaking a peek over his shoulder, Dom noted the way Sarah was taking in her surroundings, wide eyed and full of wonder. He heard Sarah gasp aloud, and he turned to look at her once again.

“There are cages suspended from the ceiling” Sarah stated astonished as she pointed toward the medieval looking cages that housed scantily clad woman that writhed about, bodies bucking to the rhythm of the music. “Can…does just anyone get up there and dance?”

Dom chuckled; it was obvious that Sarah didn’t make it out to the club scene very often. “Nope, those are professionals. They work for the club.” As an after thought he added, “Don’t worry, you won’t find Jaime up in one of those. She has already asked and the management repeatedly denies her.” Pointing a finger straight ahead toward the figure spinning round and round on the dance floor he added, “So she just sticks to the dance floor.”

Following Dom’s finger Sarah was quick to spot a petite figure moving to the beat of the music, red hair thrashing about. Surrounding the red head that could only be Jaime, Sarah noticed a familiar blonde and brunette flailing about. Only Nyla and Zella would flail about like that in public and consider it dancing.

After what seemed like an eternity of dodging flying elbows and attempting to avoid being stepped on, Dom and Sarah reached a seating area near the stage that had been roped off with black velvet rope. “Dom! Sarah!” a voice as smooth as chocolate called out. Without having to look, Sarah knew who the voice belonged to; it was none other than Jaime’s drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, Johnny.

Standing at the corner of the roped off seating area was Johnny, jovial grin plastered on his face, arms wide open in a welcoming gesture. “You are just in time, the DJ is about to cut the music and the band is about to begin. Come,” he gestured toward where he was standing, “come sit and drink and be merry with us.” Dom glanced at Sarah, who appeared to be still feeling the effects of shock and awe, placed his hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear, “After you love.”

Sarah timidly entered the seating area, uncertain as where to sit. She didn’t see anyone she knew. Jaime, Nyla and Zella were still on the dance floor and she wasn’t sure where they were sitting. Hesitantly she wandered forward, hoping that she would soon recognize someone. As if destiny, Sarah spotted Anna frantically waving and calling out to her.

“Anna” she gushed thankfully. “I’m so glad to see you.”

The crimson beauty winked in return. “I know how these things can be a bit overwhelming. Stick with me, things will be okay.”

“You’re here” a shrill voice screeched causing both Anna and Sarah to jump. Jaime came rushing forward at full speed, well as full speed as she could manage in her trusty cowboy boots, and crashed into the unassuming girls in something that resembled a hug. “I’m so happy to see you guys.”

Both Sarah and Anna just nodded their heads in unison, obviously uncomfortable with all the attention Jaime was drawing to them. Twittering on, completely unaware, Jaime said at full speed, “Make sure you drink a lot and have a good time. The band is starting shortly and then afterward it will be DJ Maximus. I am so excited, he is like seriously the best DJ ever. I expect to see you on the dance floor…both of you. No excuses.” Jaime untangled herself from her friends and in a wild array of hand gestures spouted off, “Bar is over there. The martinis are fabulous. Bathroom is there. And that should be all you need to know.” Turning her head in the opposite direction Jaime thrusts her arm into the air in a frantic wave and screeches, “Sienna! Hi dear.” Turning back to Anna and Sarah, Jaime sends air kisses their way and says in a rush over her shoulder as she scuttles off, “Ciao!”

“Wow” was all Sarah could muster after Jaime’s flamboyant entrance and exit.

“Yep” Anna replied. “She is in full social butterfly mode tonight.”

“I see that.”

Before Sarah could say anything else, Nyla and Zella joined the table. “Ladies” Nyla stated.

“Doesn’t Sarah look lovely Anna” Zella questioned. Anna nodded in agreement and offered a few heartfelt compliments. “You girls did good. I like the red and black combination.”

Sarah snorted. “God, you should have seen what they had me in first.”

“I can imagine. I’m sure it looked fine.”

“Yeah, fine if I was a hussy” Sarah retorted in return. “Besides, you weren’t there. You can’t even imagine…”

Zella was quick to interrupt, “Yes that is right. Anna didn’t make it because what was it…her hair was a mess and so was Orlando’s.”

The girls turned their attention to the completely oblivious Orlando, who was chatting with Dom. As usual, Orlando’s curly locks were completely out of control and unruly, but unruly in that very sexy bed head look. Certainly one that suited him and his smoldering bedroom eyes.

“Well, I think Anna’s hair looks amazing,” Nyla commented, a smirk forming along her rosy lips. “But what distresses me is the amount of time that was supposedly spent on Orlando’s hair, um…what was it, oh yes, taming the curls, and yet they are still unruly as ever.”

Anna flushed. Quickly she stood and muttered, “I need a drink.” Grabbing Sarah by the hand she added, “Come on, we’ll get drinks for everyone.”

As they retreated, Nyla and Zella couldn’t help but cackle aloud and slap high five in a gleeful fashion.

An hour had easily passed and Sarah had relaxed and was having a good time amongst her friends. Periodically Dom would check up with her, bring her another drink and ensure that she was having a good time. The band was taking a break and so DJ Maximus was back in action. By some miracle, Jaime had managed to get both Anna and Sarah out on the dance floor.

“Must be the shots of tequila they had before” Zella stated as she gestured to Anna and Sarah.

“I know. This is ground breaking. It is before midnight and both of them are on the dance floor. This is most definitely a Kodak moment” Nyla grinned as she danged her digital camera from her fingers.

Dom had just sat down with Nyla and Zella, when Elijah came rushing up to the table. Frantic and panting, clearly he had rushing, he sputtered out, “Nyla. Zella. Have you seen Sarah?”

But before the girls had a chance to answer, Elijah continued in his frenzied pace. “I went to her house, to pick her up for tonight. She wasn’t there. I called her cell phone repeatedly, but she doesn’t answer. I called her home phone and the same thing. I’ve texted and I get nothing in response. Something has happened, I just know it. Something horrible has happened. We have to find her.”

Nyla and Zella exchanged worried glances. “Um...Lij” Nyla began, “have you been drinking?”

“What” he cried out. “What kind of question is that? I’m serious. Something has happened to Sarah. I can’t believe you are asking me such trivial questions. You should be concerned!”

Placing a calming hand on his arm, Zella, stated coolly, “Baby Lij, hunny, when was the last time you spoke to Sarah? Did you make plans to pick her up for tonight?”

Frustrated Elijah groaned. “I don’t see what this has to do with anything. Are you going to help me find her or not” he screeched wildly.

Silently Nyla and Zella simultaneously pointed to the dance floor. Elijah’s gaze followed their fingers and fell upon the figure of Sarah, dancing carefree and giggling with Anna.

A look of confusion washed over his porcelain features. “How? We were supposed to go together,” he muttered in a small voice.

It was at this point in time that Dom decided to interject. “She came with me.”

Elijah’s head whipped to face Dom. “You” he questioned in disbelief. Laughing nervously he added, “Why would she come with you? We always go to things together. We have this understanding.”

Dom shrugged his shoulders, “She came with me because I asked her. I asked her to be my date.”

“Da...date” Elijah stammered. “Why would she want to go with you?”

“Why wouldn’t she” the Brit returned.

Elijah had no answer to this.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself” Zella stated, as she motioned to the figure of Sarah walking toward the tables.

Author's Note: I want to thank Jaime for letting me use the idea of Incendie et Glace in my story. The idea was completely hers, I just embellished a bit on the description of the club. Hopefully I did it justice. -_-

This Incendie et Glace is becoming a formidable trademark within y'all's stories..

OMG Lij's reaction. I was expecting something just like it, but still! Wow. I kinda want to hide behind Dom. No, that's who he's after.. Orlando. No, Anna's too busy taming his hair... Jaime. She's really busy on the dance floor and that's too far away to see anything juicy. Hiding behind Sarah sounds good. .. Not really. -_-

Why have I not read anything by you before, Blondie? I mean, what the hell? This is amazing shit here.

And, yes, I'm reading it because I like it. I came here because you're my friend, but would I have left this fantastic reply if that was the only reason? No siree. So you can rest easy, mum.

Post more because the tension is high!!!!

:heartbeat:
Samma

LMFAO!!!! TAMING THE CURLS!!!! Ah, I love it so!!!

And I love what you did with Incendie et Glace...the cages suspended from the ceiling?? Fuck yeah!! And this...

:cry: You know, in RL I would be BEGGING to dance in one of the cages. Pretty please, Mr Manager dude???

Ah, I love it!! But poor Lij...if you like her MAKE A MOVE, PUSSY-BOY!! *ahem* Sorry. Just my opinion...:P