THIS BEAT IS BANGIN' (OPEN)

[brandon]

As the music played, it flowed through Brandon's body causing him to dance to the beat. Life wasn't hard for the young bachelor, especially when he was in a hot club full of beautiful girls. Unlike every other time he had gone clubbing, he didn't leave his hotel room with a plan in mind. It'd most likely be like every other time, pick up a girl and see how gullible she'd be to come back to his room. He had better luck in New York, some of the locals recognized his face because he had been filming Life Intertwined, but in California? He was almost just another nobody. Though he may have been playing one of the main roles in the sitcom, he wasn't a well known actor, and the only way of spreading his name was getting small roles in commercials and if any of the viewers paid attention to the credits at the end of each episode.

However, he did make the best of his situation. There would be special occasions where he'd be spotted, rarely ever signing an autograph. But he was making progress, and that was all that mattered. The only downside besides the lack of fame is that he occasionally missed California, which is what brought him there until the summer started once more. A few girls walked up to him in the club, rubbing their hands all over his chest, which at the moment wasn't covered, as his shirt had somehow gotten unbuttoned.

Brandon pushed himself away from the large crowd and went over to a bar like area of the club, sliding onto a stool and giving the barmaid a shining smile. "Sex on the beach, please." He said with a small head bob of acknowledgment. He was underage of course, but with a wink and a smile, the woman didn't seem to mind. The woman began to mix his drink as Brandon turned his head to the right and saw somebody who looked familiar. Whether it was because he had filmed something with them before, or because he had seen them on his television screen at some point, he knew who they were, but couldn't put his finger on it. Probably because he was high off life.

[devonblakewest]

i've seen you from across the room

&+&outfit &+& Brandon &+& around 400 words &+&

Devon probably spent too much time at the Victory Nightclub. But it was her favorite place to just kick back. Plus it meant that she didn't have to wait in line or get questioned when she headed for the VIP booth. Tonight though, she didn't head over to that secluded corner. It wasn't like Devon thrived on fame. She wasn't even that famous. She worked behind the scenes with the costumes, occasional makeup if they were back-upped and in a hurry. And after a long day on set most people didn't bother to remember her face unless she messed up badly. She didn't mind really, she had a few friends scattered all across Hollywood's hierarchy; they were enough to get her through a day and more.

Devon flashed a quick smile, hiding her face behind sunglasses and a hood as a few people snapped pictures in hopes of catching someone famous. They'd be disappointed of course. Devon slipped the sunglasses atop her head upon entering the club and felt the music pulse through her heels and body. She paused a moment to let her eyes adjust and wander across her favorite hangout. After a moment, she decided to skip out on the VIP lounge and headed straight for the bar, yelling out a pet name for her favorite bartender then ordered her drink and plopped her ass down on one the stools to sip and enjoy the rest of night.

As stated before, Devon wasn't all fame. So being stared at wasn't something she was use to. She usually blended right in the background and her name was ignored during the credits. Who pays attention to her fashion anyway? So, when she felt eyes on her she looked over with a questioning look, "Can I help you with something?" She asked, on a knee jerk reaction. She had no idea who this person was, but that didn't matter much since she didn't really know anyone. Being a runaway did such a thing to you. It made you cautious and picky with whom you trusted.

Devon was only twenty one years of age. And she rarely ever spoke to strangers. It was a miracle that her and jack even became the best of friends. Her first thought of him had been, 'there goes another one of those guys' but hollywood was all just those guys so she gave up on being so picky and just threw it all into the air and let Hollywood sweep her away. So far, nothing special had happened. But she was glad for that. Though it was funny to see her best friend's face all over the gossip magazines in nearly every store.

[brandon]

Mar 2, 2010 22:24:53 GMT -5 @brandon said:

"Such a friendly response," Brandon muttered under his breath. He flashed a smile and said, "Help me? Nah, just observing a pretty lady who just seems a tad bit lonely. For somebody with an appearance like yours I wouldn't expect you to be sitting at a bar alone. Then again, I suppose you aren't alone anymore, now are you? The name's Brandon Noble. Unappreciated actor that people only take seriously when i'm topless and showing off a pair of Calvin Kleins."

The bartender handed him his drink and he sipped it as he looked this girl up and down. Checking her out was an understatement, he had been completely stripping her down with his eyes. "But I wouldn't expect you to know that, unless you have a thing for squinting your eyes to find my name in the credits of Life Intertwined. I swear, the font they use for my name in the opening theme has to be the smallest thing i've seen. Then again, i'm not exactly the most famous on set. I think that status has to belong to Nina."

He smirked, and sipped his drink again as he stared the woman in his eyes. "But enough rambling from me, do tell me what you do around this 'fine' area we call Hollywood." He said "fine" in a manner that made it clear he was being sarcastic. Though he may have called Hollywood home, he wasn't sure why there was so much hype. It was just as bad as Beverly Hills, and as of lately it seemed like the area had been full of homeless people.

Trying to make a good impression, Brandon signaled the waitress once more and said, "Put her drink on my tab, and while we're at it, get her another." When there was a night without plans, it was time to make some.

Or at least attempt to.

[devonblakewest]

i've seen you from across the room

&+&outfit &+& Brandon &+& 384 words &+&

At his introduction Devon threw her head back and laughed. It was easy to place him as a scorned actor. But Devon felt the same way about the Hollywood Hierarchy. Most people didn't take much note to the costume designs. It was music and faces that mattered the most to the people who watched the movies. Devon's name often went unnoticed after the fame in the credits. Not that she minded really, she was a nobody and had always been a nobody. She ran away from home when she was barely eighteen and had burned down her fathers school. She spent a lot of her high school years partying with dangerous people she barely knew. Now she spent her years burying her past and trusting only a selected few.

She meant no offense from her laugh, and stated so reached over to pat his thigh lightly, "Don't I know it." she nodded before turning her attention back to her drink. She made a small face at the name of Nina. Of course he would mean Nina Clark. What other Nina was worth talking about? And her Vegas wedding with Devon's best friend, Jack Bailey, only added more fame. She shook her head lightly, as if to shake the thoughts away from her mind, "That's just how everything works in Holly wood." she noted with a shrug. She had no real desire to try and change that either. Sure, she wasn't noticed much except for Jack's crazy fans asking who 'this whore' was that was always with Jack but they never said her name. Just "this person", she was used to it now. But she wasn't sure that was such a great thing. Lately, none of that fame happened either. Jack was away for a little while with his new wife before the filming of his new movie. At least she'd see him there; she was working on tha movie as well.

She raised a questioning eyebrow when he offered to pay her tab, "Ah, I knew chivarly wasn't dead." She joked lightly, finishing her first drink and taking the new one in hand. She looked over at him once more, this time taking her time to look him over.

"I'm Devon West."