I'LL BE YOUR DISEASE ,,

[BERNADETTE ZURIA DIOR]

gansevoort hotel manhattan, new york | april 15, 2011 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Heavy bass, seductive trance waves pulsated through the Provocateur Nightclub of the Gansevoort Hotel. Coupled with the colorful, psychedelic interior which was radiated by an array of LED ribbons mounted on the walls, the music set a hypnotic mood for the club’s patrons. It was close to 3am and most of the night’s festivities had already taken place. Champagne bottles had been popped and some of Hollywood’s hottest musical talent put on live performances for their celebrity peers. With only an hour left until the nightclub closed its doors, things were beginning to slow down. The dance floor was still filled with people who were vibing to the euphoric trance tones, but there were also couples and groups who’d retreated to the luxury lounge couches and private booths. The Gansevoort itself was a luxury hotel with modern designs, state-of-the-art amenities, and a total of one hundred eighty-seven guest bedrooms. Bernadette could never imagine herself stepping foot inside a place like this, let alone being in a room full of A-list and B-list celebrities and today’s pop stars. Of course the only reason she was here tonight was because of her connection. She was a nobody with no money and no background worth talking about. Granted there were a few actors and rappers, all of the male specie, who recognized Bijou as her alter ego Trixxie Cherot - the woman who brought many of their fantasies to life. That was one good thing about being in the adult industry. It at least got her foot in the door and earned her some credibility with the stars, even if it was a very small one. The only reason Bernadette was here tonight was because she was on the arm of her label manager. The sole purpose of attending this event was to gain connections and promote her music - generally, toss her name around here and there. It all felt like a dream and she still couldn’t wrap her head around it. It was all so surreal. Everything about the past six months was. Now that she’d finished recording her first rap album, she was getting a firsthand look at what being a celebrity really meant. The studio sessions had been trying and exhausting, but they were manageable enough. Now that the label’s focus had shifted to promotion, Bernadette’s weeks were hectic. She was being herded from one place to another to meet this executive or connect with that person or discuss plans of future public appearances and small local concerts and listening parties. Apparently she wasn’t enough of a hot commodity to perform at this event for all the hotshot celebrities. And the men only cared so long as she was naked. But she was planning on leaving that life behind her. This rapping thing was getting her a lot closer to fame than adult films ever could and she no longer needed them. Come August, she would be terminating her contract with Playhouse Productions and moving onto bigger and better things. Bernadette was currently posted at the bar with a half-full dirty martini clutched in her hands. Her manager had advised her against drinking and, well aware of her wild party habits, he’d kept a close eye on her all night. But now that he was temporarily out of the picture, tucked away in a back room discussing her future career with some important bloke, Bernadette could get away with what she wanted. She didn’t know how many drinks she’d had so far, but at least she wasn’t drunk. She downed the rest of her martini, set the glass on the bar top and grabbed her clutch. When she pushed herself out of her seat she wobbled in her heels for a split second before regaining herself. Okay so maybe she was a little drunk. The twenty-four year old sauntered towards the mass of bodies that occupied the dance floor. Whatever the hell they were playing sounded like the trippy music that vampire movies were known for featuring in their nightclub scenes. But she was bored, drunk and wanted to move so she went along with it. Besides it was surprisingly euphoric. If only she had some acid to make the experience even better. As she moved her body to the music, she stumbled and teetered backwards a little. She felt the heel of her shoe connect with something and she immediately knew she'd stepped on someone's foot. The incident caused her to temporarily lose her balance, making her stumble backward and bump into whoever was standing behind her. Shit. What a great way to get a start in the business. If her two-toned blue and pink hair didn't get her noticed then this certainly would. Her career would be over before she left the hotel that night. “I'm so sorry,” she uttered, her voice only half-sincere, as she turned around to see whose foot she'd violated. (FEATURING) lily as ANTHONY MARCIE DONAVUCHIE (SCRIPT) 825 words (WARDROBE) look (NOTES) sorry this is late. i actually finished this early this morning. but i had to rush away DX TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[ANTHONY MARCIE DONAVUCHIE]

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK.

Earlier that morning, Anthony kissed his girlfriend goodbye. She was going back to Boston, their hometown, to do a photo shoot and wouldn't be back for two weeks. You would think from the looks and actions of him that she would be a dumb, clueless, blonde model but she was actually the one snapping the pictures. Before she started for the plane entrance she told him to be good and he just smiled his dazzling white smile and replied "always". Tone had a reputation in the tabloids of being unfaithful to his lady and it was mostly true. Somehow he managed to convince his girlfriend that he wasn't cheating and it worked out fine until he slipped up and left a pair of a lady's underwear in their bedroom. But they moved past that and he promised never to do it again, even though he did. He was excited for her to be leaving, mostly because she had been breathing down his neck about other girls, but also because he knew he could get away with having sex since she doesn't want to put out.

After leaving J.F.K airport Tone texted some cast members and made plans to meet up to have drinks at the famous Provocateur Nightclub of the Gansevoort Hotel. Some rich men, like Tone, liked to go there to cheat or hook-up since it's easy to get a lady drunk and to get a room and isn't hard to convince them into bed since this nightclub is filled with "hollywood's finest". Once they had arrived, Tone scanned the room like he always does and a few women caught his eye but they were successful actress' or musicians and the paparazzi would be on their tail and he couldn't have that. Him and his buddies moved their way to the bar and found a table that was a little more private. They started off with beers then moved onto hard liquor, Tone has a high tolerance of alcohol so the few drinks gave him a little buzz but nothing more and since he was planning on getting lucky he didn't want to get whiskey dick. Pretty soon people started to notice them and coming up to the table. Some were old cast members, others were high class fans that wanted pictures and the guys sure didn't mind posing for a few pictures with some ladies.


The three had just wrapped up The Hangover Part II and now had some free time before starting other projects. A lot of Tone's cast members make fun of him because he's just like his character Phil. Phil has a wife and kids but still has that womanizing side to him and well Tone has a girlfriend but no kids he knows about and is also a womanizer. Tone knows it is true about the similarities since he found it so easy to play the character since he was pretty much being himself. Even though he might sound and look like a horrible spouse he really wasn't. He takes his girlfriend to dinner and premieres. He also goes shopping with her and holds her bags. It's just when it came to sex she wasn't enough for him and that's why he had to look in other places for it. However, one of the guys pointed out a girl and whispered to him "look at that ass!" while nudging him with his elbow and Tone smiled and laughed a little knowing damn well that his friend and colleague was drunk. Tone decided to take it easy on the drinks and wasn't a big drinker to begin with. He was thirty two and knew that most of his wild days were behind him.

As for dancing in clubs he wouldn't be caught dead doing it. It's not so much that he was a terrible dancer, he was actually pretty decent, it was just that he wouldn't want to draw attention and have a chance for someone to snap a picture and it getting out. The last thing he needed was for girlfriend to see a picture of him and some girl grinding on his package. He also didn't want to give the public another chance to call him a horrible boyfriend with no respect for woman. However, since his two friends went off to dance or talk to girls or old friends, he decided to move toward the dance floor and do the same. At first a young high class socialite stopped him. She didn't look old enough to be in the club but of course since she had daddy's money to spend they had let her in. She was sloppy on her heels and every so often looked like her drinks were about to resurface onto the dance floor. He made sure to keep a safe distance from her, the last thing he needed was to smell like puke and alcohol.

A few moments later, while talking to the underage teen girl that was blushing and twirling her hair, he felt a high heel dig into his foot which made him jump and let out a small gasp. The girl he was talking to put her hand on his bicep and asked if he was ok and he just bursted out "Does it look like it!" making the girl storm off. She wasn't even legal anyways he thought. A few seconds later he seen the foot violator and her crazy blue and pink hair that made him smile since it reminded him of cotton candy. She looked utterly embarrassed which he found charming. "Accident's happen." he replied with a smirk.

Tags: Dani
Word Count: 940
Outfit: here
Notes: sorry
if it rambles, I
did this at 2 am
after work lol.

[BERNADETTE ZURIA DIOR]

gansevoort hotel manhattan, new york | april 15, 2011 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As if it wasn't enough that she'd assaulted the foot of one of the event's guests, it just had to be the foot of someone who was a big name in the industry. When Bernadette turned to see who was behind her she couldn't believe who she was standing face to face with. Anthony Donavuchie. More than anything she knew him as the sexy badass, Phil, in The Hangover trilogy. She could vividly recall telling her girlfriends how much she wanted to 'rape him' and how she wouldn't mind 'being his sex slave'. She wanted to crack a smirk at this recollection, finding it somewhat of a turn on that such thoughts were going through her mind while he was standing right there, but Bijou somehow managed to contain herself and keep a straight face. Hm, would it be an appropriate topic to bring to his attention right now? Under any other circumstances she wouldn't have cared, but she didn't want to embarrass herself or scare him away. The last thing he needed to think was that she was just another crazy fangirl. Well she kind of was, but he didn't need to know that. Bernadette was sure that a guy like him was used to being bombarded with giggly, squealing girls all day and all night. That had to get sickening after a while, even for a guy. Even as she stood there looking into the eyes of Anthony Donavuchie for the first time, the gears in her brain were whirring and she was already scheming. Anyone who knew her personally would know that she was all about making impressions and separating herself from the rest of the herd. Bernadette always had a thing for dramatics, even as a little girl, which she would use to her advantage. Of course sometimes that meant manipulating her situations to twist her luck around just a tinge, but when you were presented a window of opportunity you had to take it right? Who cared if a few white lies had to get thrown into the mix to get you what you wanted. 'Accidents happen.' God, he even sounded smooth in person. Was this really happening? Bernadette had to do all she could not to squeal like a little high school girl and drool all over him the way a lot of these other bimbos did. 'Good lord, pull yourself together Beej,' she thought to herself. Bijou managed to return his smirk, then cleared her throat. “I swear I'm not usually this clumsy," she said in her native accent. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe the kind of tricks I can turn in a pair of stilettos.” Whatever was going on in her head was hidden behind a sweet smile and innocent voice, though the meaning behind her words was suggestive enough. Bernadette decided that sticking with this 'cool, calm and collected' facade might be a good way to keep his attention and add an air of mystery to her. Men only had the capacity to think with one organ and they all had the attention spans of ten-year-old boys. You couldn't always dish them the same recipe or they would grow bored and begin to wonder what was hiding under the dress of the woman standing next to you. The goal was to keep their attention glued to you or else they became a lost cause. As if the stripper reference wasn't enough to stand by, Bernadette decided to kick it up a notch. Why not pretend to be part of his crowd? Technically she was part of the Hollywood scene now. She just needed to give other people a few more years to realize that. Bernadette tossed her candy-colored hair and eyed the older man. "Hm, I know I've seen you around somewhere.. But you know I don't see you around here very often," she stated, knowing that was only because this was her first time even stepping foot inside the building. For all she knew, Anthony probably frequented the nightclub every other week if not more. But she kept up the act. "Tell me, why is that?" She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. As long as he didn't bust her out and reveal that he was actually a regular here, Bernadette was sure she could keep this act running. Every other fangirl in that club may have been fantasizing about getting into Anthony's pants, but Bijou had already assured herself that she was going to be the one to make it happen. (FEATURING) lily as ANTHONY MARCIE DONAVUCHIE (SCRIPT) 757 words (WARDROBE) look (NOTES) ew, this post sounds a little despie to me.. but omg, i'm sorry this is so late!! i didn't mean to keep you waiting forever! D: TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.