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He was sure it wasn't called cheating because Jack was a hundred percent single. Although it didn't make sense to him why he still didn't feel like himself tonight. It was his first night out to the club with his friends and quite frankly, he kept on making sure he didn't do anything stupid because he was still used to the idea that he was still married. Before going to the dance floor, he even stopped himself a couple times only to realize he wasn't doing anything wrong. Well, it was safe to say that he missed being with Nina Clarke. It wasn't the most exciting Jack Bailey life he used to live, but he was still happy. She may not have been, but he was. Reminding himself it was for the best and that it was over now, Jack downed his shot of whiskey and followed a couple girls to the dance floor.

Sure, he may not be treated like royalty anymore because he just went through marriage and no one was used to the old Jack Bailey, especially not Jack himself. He was still loving every bit of the attention that he was getting, even though it wasn't as much as he used to get. Maybe because there was no paparazzi and a bit fuss about Jack being here. It wasn't a busy night at the club and not a lot of people were here for there to be a big riot about his presence. He picked up rather quickly even though he hadn't done this in...well, six months. It hadn't been long when a girl began to grind herself against him. He played along, but couldn't help but feel like something was still missing. The best he could do was ignore it.

Shooting for Split Decision was still just starting, but Jack was getting used to it. He didn't have to leave. He was in New York the whole time and as soon as the divorce happened, his mind was forced on the new film. It wasn't that bad, even though he wanted to back to Los Angeles where he belonged and where his home was. It was hard being away from home for so long, but he really was getting used to it. It was safe to say, though, that he really missed the huge mansion he lived in back in LA. It was all good. He was having fun here, in a way. Nina may not be his anymore, but he still had his friends with him. Scratch that, his best friends were pretty out of it with him lately. Devon hadn't spoken to him in a while; things sure have been different ever since she became an A-list. As for Tristan, it was even worse. He wished both of them didn't climb up the fame ladder as quickly as they did, he wasn't used to it at all. It was easier when he was in the middle of the attention and they had no drama of their own to ruin everything.

The more he was reminded of how much had changed in his life that he didn't notice, the more he tried to distract himself by the girl who was now all over him. Soon enough, there were two of them. He didn't seem to mind; in fact, he kept up with both of them with somewhat of a smile on his face, moving himself to the music along with them. It was suddenly getting crowded too, like more girls wanted to join in just because he was Jack Bailey. He was surrounded, but he still didn't mind. As long as they didn't open their mouth, they were just fine. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Maybe he was, but there just wasn't anyone here that he necessarily wanted to talk to. At least not someone who was all over him like they were. He chuckled to himself at the way they acted, but in a way, he wasn't amused. Nothing was new, but he felt like everything had changed.

[annika]

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what had annika been doing with herself lately? nothing. plain and simple, she'd been doing absolutely nothing. she didn't start working on the new project until the end of the month, and she'd just generally been down in the dumps lately. well, she always seemed like she was down in the dumps, with her cut throat attitude and snide remarks. but lately, things had just been snowballing to the point that annika didn't feel like doing anything. her ex had repeatedly tried to get in touch with her. jasper wasn't answering his phone, elias had moved away. well, the last one wasn't that bad, as she and elias weren't that close to begin with. actually, they kind of hated each other. regardless of that, it had still been something to do. someone to talk to. something to occupy her mind. but now? honestly, she had nothing going for her. she didn't really have friends, and those she did have weren't talking with her. she didn't have a project to work on right now. she didn't have a day job, and just lived off of her bank account, little by little. she'd been hanging out with her family, taking her sister places. but really, how long was this going to make her happy?

having stated all of that, where would you suppose annika hadley would be tonight? certainly not at home again, watching a horror flick with her pets and drowing her sorrows in ice cream. certainly not taking her sister wherever her heart desired. but where else was there? annika had never been into the clubbing scene. for one, she didn't like to dance--when she moved, all that happened was her boobs jiggled everywhere and all over the place. guys liked that, of course, but annika wasn't a fan of all the attention they brought her. for two, she liked to drink and get hammered in the privacy of her own home, or her friends' homes. getting stupid was a personal thing that she liked doing in a comfortable environment, and not with a bunch of strangers. tonight, however, annika would be making an exception. her little sister had other things to do tonight, and her ferrets were probably tired of listening to her whine--and that's saying something, because they're just animals! so annika decided to do her least favorite thing. clubbing. what else was there to do tonight? at least this way, she could get hammered, call a cab, and forget the next couple of hours with ease.

annika had to admit, though, she loved getting ready. if there was one plus side to this night, it would be the getting all dolled up part. sitting in front of the mirror for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, annika applied her base, her foundation, her eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lip stick, lip gloss, powder. it was a shame that it would all wear off in a sleazy club at the end of the night. oh well. she put on her favorite corset dress which complimented the color in her tattoo very well, and she felt a little bit better about herself. lately, she'd just been moping around in her pajamas all the time, but looking in the mirror and seeing an acceptable creature staring back at her was a good feeling. once at the club, she'd gotten a couple of compliments and not-so-endearing comments about her tattoos and her piercings. well, it wasn't like she was there to please them. she'd ordered a round of shots for herself, complete with the limes and a small cup of salt. nothing said pathetic than taking shots by yourself, right? well that's just what annika decided to do.

finally figuring that sitting at the bar by herself wasn't going to make this night go any faster, annika resolved to make her way to the bathroom to rethink her strategy. as she made her way across the crowded dancefloor, a girl with an exceeding amount of boobs and butt showing rudely bumped into her. seeing that it was annika, who was barely over five feet tall, the girl rolled her eyes and turned away. "watch where you're going, bitch!" annika yelled over the music, shoving the girl back. the alcohol wasn't settling in yet--that's just annika. when she realized who the girls were swarming around, annika let a sardonic smile creep across her full lips. shoving the bimbo aside once more (and with more force this time) annika stood to get a better view of him. "well if it isn't jack bailey. wasn't expecting to see you here," she said.

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By the time he started to enjoy himself, Jack wasn’t sure what the hell he even wanted anymore. This stuff was so confusing and it didn’t make sense to him at all. There was still that whole that was bugging him before, too. And he thought it was because he wasn’t himself as a married man. But once he became single again, the emptiness was still there. It was like as soon as he starts to enjoy his old single life, he begins to miss Nina and wishes she were still there, even though she never was there. They weren’t together even when they were together. And when he was with her, he wanted his old life back. In all honestly, his old life still wasn’t back. He wasn’t the Jack Bailey everyone knew and maybe he was the only one that noticed it. So, long story short: Jack was pretty much down in the dumps lately too because he didn’t know anymore what he wanted from anyone, especially not himself.

Friends were still out of the question. His only friends seemed to be Kate Peterson, who still hated his guts and Devon West, who was never around anymore for him when he needed her. Or maybe his only friends were these girls who threw themselves at him just to get their moment of fame with the cameras that constantly followed him. Something else that annoyed him was the fact that he no longer had enemies either. No crazy ex-girlfriends ready to blow his brains out or wreck his Porsche. No slaps across the faces or a kick in the balls. He missed the old days.

He was, however, starting not to miss it. The buzz was taking over and he figured it best to just let it go. That’s why he was here in the first place: figuring it would get his mind off of what happened to his life. As said, though, he was starting to enjoy himself, hands on the hips of two girls that were grinding themselves to the music against him. It wasn’t long before one of them that weren’t dancing far away from him was tossed aside and a more familiar face came into view. At first he stopped dancing and jumped in fear as he was startled by who he saw. That was, of course, when he saw the face.

And soon enough, his eyes slowly moved from her face down towards her attire. ”Excuse me, ladies.” The name? Of course you can’t be surprised that it slipped him. Being the shallow asshole he was, it slipped his mind. Something unique, he remembered that. Her face actually gave that away. Or maybe it was that cute little smile on her face. As far he knew, though, they weren’t so much on good terms; he wasn’t sure why she was even talking to him in the first place. ”Wasn’t expecting you at all.” Of course no one would expect to see him here. He was supposed to be locked up in his trailer, as always. ”How you doin’ tonight, love?” Why was she talking to him anyway? It was hard to be an ass when she was looking so cute, so he didn’t bother. Maybe it was the alcohol talking when he thought she was actually someone he’d been waiting for tonight: someone to talk to who wasn’t nearly as shallow and dumb as him; no offense to the girls he was dancing with. Then again, those piercing and tattoos seemed to creep him out a little, so he forced his eyes back on her red outfit.

[annika]

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annika wasn't the type of person to take shit from anyone. she didn't take shit from a bimbo in the club trying to rub on an a-list actor, and she didn't take shit from an a-lister with a preceeding reputation. she didn't stroke his ego like other girls, and she wasn't going to pretend like she liked him as a person just to make him feel better about himself. that just wasn't annika--she had to know you, believe you were genuine and take a liking to you before she opened up or was even really civil to you. jack bailey was no exception to that rule. right now, she wasn't on bad terms with him, just on the terms that everyone was when they met annika. she wasn't particularly impressed by him, as most people were, she wasn't disgusted by him, and she certainly wasn't that attracted to him. but he wasn't awful. he wasn't as repulsive as some of the women he'd screwed over had suggested, and he wasn't as sleazy as they led on. annika felt a comforting indifference towards jack bailey, and she would have to see where it went from there.

annika had the urge to call all of the "ladies" that had been surrounding jack by a few choice names, but decided against it. she didn't expect jack to really know who she was--they'd only spoken a few times. jack had notoriety and fame, which was why annika recognized him, but jack wasn't expected to know every two-bit indie makeup artist that blew through new york city (because trust me, there were a lot of those). "oh you know," she started, following his eyes down to her dress and the excessive amount of boobs that were showing, since her double D breasts couldn't be contained even by a turtleneck. "being pathetic and taking shots by myself. care to join me?" annika motioned back to the bar, where an empty shot glass still sat from a moment ago. giving the evil eye to a girl she'd shooed away a few minutes ago, annika had the urge to flip her off or make a face at her, but refrained. she looked enough like a lady tonight, so she needed to act like a lady as well. or at least, act like a lady until she was smashed and started acting like an idiot. but that would all come later.

"the name's annika, by the way," she reminded him, walking back to the bar, regardless of whether or not he was going to join her. she'd never been the type to beg for someone to hang out with her. if she invited someone over and they were on the fence about it, annika was never the type to say, "oh come on, it will be fun!" she always stuck to "do what you want." this might be the reason why she never had any close friends growing up, because they were so used to her not rallying for their attention. the choice few who stuck around anyway got to see her true self, but other than that, most people hung out with her when it was convenient for them. it was a tragic cycle that annika didn't have the motivation to break--because really, if a person didn't want to hang out with her, she wasn't going to force them. annika didn't like it when other people tried to persuade her to hang out, so why would she do that to someone else? she was a firm believer in "treat others how you'd like to be treated" although it would seem a bit sadistic, with her sarcastic and bitchy attitude.


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jack was well aware that people judged him just because they’ve heard from magazines and too many people what he’s like. arrogant, a womanzier, too full of himself, thinks he’s absolutely gorgeous. it was all true and he had to admit, it was nice for his ego to be stroked once in a while. it made him feel...well, proud. he loved the attention, but he wasn’t as shallow as people made him out to be. nor was he that bad of a guy. he wasn’t the kind to judge people like they judged him. even though looks always mattered, that wasn’t the only thing.. he didn’t care if someone was a two-bit indie or an a-lister. in all honesty, he got along with everyone. he didn’t have to know people to start liking them or be civil to them. it was clear to him that she wasn’t exactly swooning over him like the rest of the girls in the room and quite frankly, he didn’t care.

okay, who was he kidding, of course he cared. he figured she just wasn’t interested. that was usual, wasn’t it? well, no it wasn’t. but still. girls that looked as hot as she does usually were into him, that’s why it was a bit of a shock. just...different. jack looked back up at her when she spoke, one of his eyebrows raising to an arch. by herself? that didn’t make sense either. ”well, actu--” his eyes followed where she had gestured towards and opened his mouth to turn down the offer, but he stopped himself before he could say anything. wasn’t this what he was waiting for? someone to talk to that wasn’t like everyone else in the room? but did she just ask him to join her? it wasn’t really an offer, she didn’t even offer anything; only asked if he wanted to. and then walked off after introducing herself. apparently she wasn’t the ‘come on, it’ll be fun!’ kind of girl. it was nice to know girls that weren’t like that.

jack turned around towards the dance floor, but then back again to make his way after her to the bar. ”I know.” he finally said as he took a seat on a bar stool right next to her, asking for two shots this time. annika. the name would’ve slipped his mind, but the face didn’t. he doesn’t remember people by what position they stand on in the social hierarchy, just by how much he knows them. and he didn’t know this girl. would he like to? yeah, of course. it seemed like he had to be a little careful around her if he wanted to get to know her. she didn’t seem to be impressed by the ‘i’m jack bailey, i know you want me’ act. then again, what’s the use of getting to know her if he couldn’t be himself around her? it’s not like she would’ve wanted him to change just to be impressed.

jack looked down at the shot glass, remembering how much of a drunkard he used to be. especially when he was a teacher. these days, especially after getting married, he had no time with tristan or devon to just go out, care about nothing at all and just get wasted. he had a lot more responsibilities now. maybe even more of them than he did as a teacher. at this point, jack had forgotten what ‘be himself’ even meant. ”what are you doing here by yourself anyway?” he asked, not bothering to ask about the ‘being pathetic’ part. he didn’t think she was being pathetic. it was easier to talk and think about her instead of having to talk or think about himself. he was a good listener after all.