* / wake up in the morning feeling like p. diddy !

[taybitch]

Hollywood definitely wasn’t all it was cracked up to be—Taylor Anderson didn’t think it was, at least. Maybe some people knew it as the City of Angels, but in reality, it was the City of Spray Tans and Plastic Surgery. Though, it wasn’t like Taylor had moved out here to get her big break—that hadn’t been it originally, at least. It just sort of turned into that. Originally, the plan had been to go to UCLA and figure out what she wanted to do with her life and then go after it. At nineteen, she was still sort of confused and iffy about what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. After all, she and her younger brother had been treated like royalty their whole lives. Perhaps they weren’t the bratty, spoiled children that some might have turned into, but neither of them really had any skills as far as responsibility went. Somebody else had always done everything for the both of them and now, Taylor was out all on her own.

The thing was, she wanted to be. The independence thing was going pretty well, in Taylor’s opinion. It had been her idea to drop out of school and go after acting, and her parents got over her decision eventually. Now, it was her job to go out and get auditions and try to land films and do what she loved doing. That was the problem, though. It wasn’t as if she has a ton of connections in the film business. Her parents were lawyers—they didn’t know anything about acting or making movies. Of course, arguably, that was for the better. Anyway, Taylor was having a pretty tough time finding room in her schedule for auditions what with her job at a local Barnes and Noble. Sure, her parents paid for her apartment, but Taylor still needed to make money for herself. Her job wasn’t very forgiving as far as flexibility and time went.

Today, it was time for a break. It had been kind of a while since Taylor had done anything for herself other than worked and read a couple of books. And, in all honesty, though she did enjoy her fair share of partying, she wasn’t really keen on it here. If she was going to make it as an actress in Hollywood, she couldn’t afford to be partying all over the place. Well, she could, but Taylor had a severe dislike of having any little bit of her personal life known by anybody who shouldn’t be into her business. She’d always been like that. All throughout middle and high school, she’d never told anybody, even her best friends, any of her secrets for fear that they’d be spread around the school. It was the same general concept as far as Hollywood fame went, though on a far bigger scale. However, it had been nearly six months since she had dropped out of UCLA and moved into her nice little apartment and Taylor hadn’t done any kind of partying whatsoever.

Having decided she was going out tonight, she called up her close friend Emily and told her the plan. Emily was excited to go out, as she always was, and assured Taylor that she’d be over soon to dress her. It was quite well known that Taylor had issues dressing herself—well, Taylor didn’t think that she did, but it seemed like all her friends did. She wasn’t totally certain when skinny jeans, t-shirts and beat up converse sneakers became unfashionable, but they had, apparently.

True to her word, Emily, a tiny little blonde, came over later that evening and threw a slinkly little navy dress at her and a pair of silver heels and informed Taylor that she would be wearing those. It definitely wasn’t an outfit Taylor would have picked for herself, but there was no arguing with Emily. Though Taylor tried to finagle her way out of wearing an outfit that could possibly kill her, she ended up leaving her apartment in it with Em, stumbling along as she tried to walk her the death heels that Emily had given her. If there was one thing that Taylor was really bad at, it was walking in high heels. She was pretty prone to falling off of things and tripping over things and launching herself off of things accidentally even when she wasn’t in heels.

When Emily and Taylor arrived at the club of choice, both girls were fully prepared to have a good time. Of course, bubbly little Emily had gone off to dance almost immediately following the couple dinks that she’d had when they’d first gotten there. Taylor, on the other hand, hung back by the bar for a while, drinking. That was one great thing about LA. Nobody cared how old you were. Though, Taylor hadn’t ever really had a problem with people thinking she looked too young for anything. But still, somewhere that didn’t card or ask for IDs was way too good to pass up.

Unfortunately, even with the drinks, Taylor still wasn’t feeling as loose as she wanted to be. It had been a really long time since she’d done anything to unwind—she needed something more than a couple of drinks. So, she took a step outside for a minute, smoked a blunt that she so happened to have lurking in her purse and went back inside. This was what she wanted.

Of course, being high and a little drunk made everything a little loopy. Taylor, who never much liked dancing, was out on the dance floor. It was an impressive feat just for her to be dancing, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t look totally spastic. She did, and there probably wasn’t anything she could do about it at this point. Her favorite dancing song was on—Party in the USA. It was probably the worst song Taylor had ever heard, but god, it was so great for dancing. Hey, maybe tonight she’d find a boy who wanted to do something later. Though, that wasn’t necessary. Tonight was already going pretty well as far as Taylor was concerned.

[/blockquote]



TAGGED||RO FO SHO
NOTES||SORRY THIS IS KIND OF CRAP
WORDS||1029
LYRICS||YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS[/color][/center]

[sav]

Ro took another swig of his beer and set it back down on the round table, a smile spreading across his cheeks as the erratic laughter of his roommate, Noel, bounced off the walls within their both. They were surrounded by four other people. Two blondes Roland frequently saw visiting the apartment or leaving it in the mornings with their hair done up in messy ponytails and their dresses askew from sleeping on the soft carpet of Noel's bedroom after a long night out in Hollywood. It wasn't until tonight that Ro actually learned their names were Denise and Naomi, both extremely outgoing people like Noel. No wonder why they got along so well. The other two crammed into the booth were to guys. One of them, Mark, had tagged along hand in hand with Denise and the one Noel was drooling all over, Teddy, offered to buy the entire table drinks since he couldn't deny a "beautiful" girl a good time. Roland could tell that the guy was full of bullshit, but he decided a long time ago that he wouldn't meddle in Noel's love life. The last time he tried she refused to speak to him for an entire week and only left post-it notes on the fridge that had the hours of her shifts at the restaurant and the list of things she needed from the store. So, Ro assumed that within the next hour Teddy the smooth talker would get two more shots in her system before leaning over and whispering in her ear that they would have an even better time if they headed over to his place before rubbing his nose in the nape of her neck. Noel, being in her gullible drunken state, will giggle and make up some lame excuse of why Teddy and she couldn't stay any longer. Once they got to Teddy's place one of two things would happen. Scenario one: The two would be on each other before they even reached his bedroom and the next morning Noel would hurry herself back into her underwear and wrinkled dress to quickly rush back home to get ready for her afternoon shift. The typical one night stand situation. Or there was scenario two that consisted of Teddy and Noel making out for a total of twenty minutes before Noel finally felt the five shots she consumed within two hours and makes a run for the bathroom. This was all in theory, however.

A tall, toned brunette dropped off another tray of shots courtesy of the gentleman trying to get into his roommate's pants. Her dark misty eyes locked onto Teddy, drinking him up as she placed every glass onto the table individually, making sure she showed all of her "assets". Ro tried to keep his smirk hidden by bringing his beer back to his lips, keeping his gaze locked on Noel who was too busy reminiscing with Denise about their trip to Cabo last summer. Out of the corner of Ro's eyes though he saw the look of approval written across Teddy's face as the waitress batted her long eyelashes at him before standing straight up, heading two tables down to drop off the remaining drinks on her tray. Scenario three: Within the next thirty minutes Teddy will magically disappear into the crowd of people on the dance floor and not one of them would ever see his face again. Roland mentally placed twenty dollars on scenario three in his mind while he tore his gaze away from to his now empty beer.

"I'm ready for another one." He announced to the table as he slid out of the small booth with the bottle in his hand.

Noel's strawberry blonde hair flew with her head as she tore herself away from her conversation with Denise to look at her roommate. She gave him her million dollar smile even with a few childish giggles escaping from the small gap in between her two rows of teeth, nodding her head to tell him she would be alright with the girls and her oh-so-wonderful gentlemen friend. God, it killed him to see her want losers like this guy.

"Hey, I'll go with you. I'm going to pump the breaks on the shots for now." Teddy climbed out of the booth only seconds after Roland, smoothing out his ugly collared shirt after he successfully stood on his feet. What a catch.

Ro threaded his eyebrows together with confusion. "Didn't you order the shots though? I mean, you are paying for them after all."

Teddy looked over at the shot of alcohol set right in front of the spot he'd been sitting at. Everyone at the booth had turned their attention to the boys to see whether or not to wait before they drained their glasses. A crooked smile played across Roland's lips as he saw Teddy look back at him, the shot glass, and Noel with that lovely smile on her face. "That's Jack Daniel's. My throat is going to be on fire if I do another shot of that. In fact, I'm going to go find our waitress. Just to tell her not to tell the bartender to send anymore of those over here," He said as casually as possible. "One of you have mine while I go take care of that and go get myself something else to drink, okay?" When he said 'one of you' he specifically meant Noel. If his attempt to woo in the sleezy waitress didn't work, he would resort to scenario one. It was sad how Ro knew how these things worked out.

Noel bit down on her bottom lip as she pulled his shot glass beside hers. "I'll drink it. Make sure you don't get lost out there."

"Of course not. I'll get back as soon as I can." Teddy assured her and leaned over, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her cheek.

"And I'm going to barf," Roland mumbled under his breath before quickly spinning on his heel, instantly weaving his way through groups of people all clumped together.

After swimming his way through the sea of people Roland pressed himself against the bar and searched for the bartender. Between the chatter in the air and the bass pumping throughout the club it was amazing that Ro could hear himself think. The Victory Nightclub was definitely a whole new scene. A good Saturday night for Ro consisted of a night out with Jason at the pub downtown with a cold New Castle in his hand with the sound of pool balls clicking together in the background. All this bounce and fancy drinks didn't really sit well with him. The price for an imported beer in this place was twice the one at Frank's and Roland concluded that the service was pretty craptastic as well since no one behind the bar had come in sight. "For fuck's sake." Ro muttered and placed his beer bottle on the counter. He pulled himself away from the bar and searched around the club for a waitress he could tell to bring him something. No such luck. Everyone blended together under the flashing neon lights overhead.

Everyone except her.

Ro's eyes must have overlooked her at first. How he could have missed her dark auburn hair clash against her fair skin baffled him. She stood on one of the high top tables in, her hair whipping side to side as she danced to the song blaring through the speakers with her thin lips mouthing its lyrics. The people around her stared up and mimicked her moves while she swayed her hips and ran her hands through her hair or down her body.
He didn't know how he ended up there. He didn't know why this girl even intrigued him. This was just another girl who might have had a little too much to drink and was now making a complete fool of herself. In the morning, she'd wake up with a throbbing headache and no recollection of the little performance she gave the night before. Even if she didn't remember any of that though, something made Roland want her to remember him.

"It's a party in the U.S.A.!" The girl sang aloud and completely out of tune.

Roland's crooked smile appeared across his face once again. This was too entertaining.

The chorus played one more time and once it was over the girl hoot and hollered, screaming out incoherent sentences to her friends who'd watch the entire thing beside Roland. They all laughed at how insane she was acting. It was obvious this wasn't something she did often. "Get down here before you break something!" One tipsy blonde beside him yelled up at her once she was finished sipping on the fruity drink in her hand.
The mystery girl beamed down at her friends as she prepared herself for her new obstacle and then bent down in her cocktail dress to reach down for the barstool. Her attempt wasn't as graceful as planned, however, and instead of perfectly placing her two feet on the wooden stool, one heel slipped on the surface of the table and sent her toward Roland.

"Shit," Ro cursed and instinctively held his arms out, feeling the weight of the girl on them just in time before her body went crashing down to the floor. Well, this didn't seem like a cliché situation at all.

[taybitch]

It really had been a long time since Taylor had done anything like this. She deserved a break, didn’t she? Well, even if she didn’t, it was a little bit late to go back now. She didn’t even know how many shots she’d had before she’d smoked her blunt and she hadn’t really known what was going on since she came back inside. Emily had reappeared, though. By the time Party in the U.S.A. came on, she was coercing Taylor to get up on the table right by them. The little blonde hadn’t ever seen her friend’s famous ‘Party in the U.S.A. drunk dance,’ and she happened to be looking forward to it very much. Luckily, Taylor was way too far gone to protest. Normally, she would have recognized getting up on a table to dance as a really, really terrible idea. However, her judgment was severely impaired at the moment and getting up on a table to dance honestly sounded like a great idea. Why wouldn’t it be? It wasn’t like there was a sober person in the place who would remember this in the morning. Well, maybe the bartender, but that was it. Anyway, even if anybody did remember this, it wasn’t like Taylor was going to see any of these people again. Sure, it was possible they’d see her, especially if she hit the big time like she really hoped she would one day, but until then, it was highly unlikely that anyone would recall this in the morning.

So, like any rational drunk girl would do, Taylor giggled and climbed up on the table, dancing her little heart out to the song. Her hands were everywhere—she didn’t even know what was going on outside of the dance or the music. There were people on the floor in front of her laughing and calling out and dancing too. They were dancing with her—she liked that, for sure. It went completely over her head that they were probably laughing at her instead of with her, but that didn’t matter. She liked to make people laugh. Though, that could have just been the alcohol talking. Taylor wasn’t usually what most would call “a people person.” Oh well. Apparently drunk Taylor was more of a people person.

Before long, Emily was calling up at her to get down before she broke anything. That was probably a good idea. Now that Taylor thought of it, she was impressed that she hadn’t fallen over in her heels yet. It was truly a marvelous feat. For a moment, she contemplated whether she even wanted to get down. What if another song that she really liked came on? There were so many songs that she liked, after all. What if Tik Tok came on? Granted, Taylor only knew one line of that song, but she could always just repeat that one line over and over and dance to it if she wanted to. “Emilyyy,”

[/color] she laughed, leaning over slightly, running a hand through her hair as the song playing came to a close. “I’m not going to break anything!”[/color] If she hadn’t broken anything by now, she wasn’t going to break anything ever. That was how she saw it, at least. Emily didn’t seem to agree. She was shaking her head and laughing slightly drunkenly and insisting that Taylor step down from the table.

Acquiescing, Taylor bent down and made an attempt to get herself off the table without completely toppling over. Unfortunately, that didn’t really go so well. Before she knew it, she was crashing toward the floor and Taylor could half see her life flash in front of her. The other half of her that didn’t see that saw blurred images of the crowd and the floor. She braced herself for the inevitable fall, but it never came. Instead, she felt a pair of arms cradling her from the fall. Well, that was convenient. She wasn’t sure who it was, though. It couldn’t have been Emily—she was way too small to catch Taylor like that.

Taylor opened her eyes, which had been shut in anticipation of the fall and looked around at her rescuer. She was quite pleased to find that it was a guy and that he was cute. Ah. This was like something right out of a fairytale. Well… a drunken fairytale. Obviously this guy was her Prince Charming—he could have just let her fall. In fact, a lot of guys probably would have let her fall. It didn’t really matter now, though, did it? Taylor’s mind was a total mess from all the alcohol and the weed—nothing super coherent was going to happen in her head tonight.

“You caught me!”[/color] she exclaimed giddily, instinctively looping her arms around his neck. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts before trying to speak again. “Thanks!”[/color] That was a little bit better. Hopefully he wouldn’t be totally put off by the fact that she was a drunk and high mess and he’d stay with her. He was too cute to let go, anyway—and that wasn’t something Taylor usually said about anybody.
[/size][/justify][/blockquote]



TAGGED||RO FO SHO
NOTES||I'M LIKE A MACHINE
WORDS||857
LYRICS||YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS[/color][/center]