Just another day Open.

[dean]

He took another sniff and a few pills before he vacated the premises of his home. His car waiting outside, a cheeky smile crossed his lips as he was out to have some fun tonight. His tongue sliding across his bottom cheek as he started to walk down the stairs and towards the vehicle. A woman sitting beside him followed by another two on his back. He guessed they were fans, but then again at least he was glad he had some company for tonight.

Grabbing the other woman’s hand gently, he raised it to his face and stared at her beautiful maroon eyes. Contacts he guessed, then again were they not a lot in fashion. Anyways he better get going , or else he would be late. Slipping his hand in the compartment seat, he saw a map fall out and his special stash. Rolling a cigar, he plucked it in his lips and rived up the engine. “Alright , everyone of you lasses out.. I don’t need you sluts here not tonight.. "

He started to say as he saw the woman glare at him. He hoped that they would pardon his French. However, it was the truth, groupies were only looking to sleep with the man and he was not very fond of girls be around with him. His hands sliding across his hair as he had not had a bath. “But.. " he heard and started to see his face sulk into the driver’s seat. His hand moving with Haste ,as he started to stand up and start to walk towards the two girls behind him. "Ladies.. You can wait inside the bus for me to get back from my errands tonight.. Or you could wait by the stairs.. "

He said, and started to see that they were half drunk and drugged. His smile turning jolly ,as he grabbed each one of them and guided them towards the stairs of his house. Their bodies sitting down, he patted their head and turned around and swiftly climbed to the car and started to drive away. He had no plans for tonight, and yet at the same time he wanted to crash a party and maybe even get a little bit drunk.

Stopping at a red light. He started to see around if there was any activity. Seeing a restaurant start to be floored with guest and people. He chuckled and started to check his hair in the mirror. He needed a shave, badly but that was what made him so handsome to the lasses. Anyways, he was in it for tonight. The place was close to home to , so if there was any trouble and he needed to disappear at least he could find his hide out quickly.

Driving towards the back, he started to kick the hood of his car as it popper open and started to take out one of his finest brews. Well they were all fine, but he kept a few special for this occasion. Leaving a box in the front , he saluted the men in white and started to walk away. He hoped his wine would be served. But if not he had at least done his part. Stopping to brush his hair, he applied a little bit of cologne to make him smell more presentable.

Slipping out his box, he started to take a whiff of the white powder and sighed. His senses were tingling. All right so here went nothing. Stepping into the party, he saw a lot of high class people with a few elites here and there. Nothing to posh. But then again maybe he was just thinking from the top of his head. Rubbing his neck, he saw a waiter pass by with a flute as he grabbed one and started to nurse it. Walking away once again, he spotted a nice female in a silvery dress.

Walking over towards her, he smiled and started to look her up and down with his eyes. “ You look very pretty tonight” he started to say, hoping that his mismatch appearance would not drive her off. Rockers .. they could not handle yet again their own images. Yet once again, he hoped the woman would not run. He hated when they ran. But then again maybe he was pressing things to early. Then again, if the woman was not to privy to beards he would accept that too.

[titania]

Titania tugged at a loose curl that had fallen from the curly bun she had pulled her hair into. It had been far too long since she had attended a party as nice as the one she was currently attending. She was uncomfortable with the upscale settings, and gentle music. The invitation had caught her by surprise; apparently, someone had found out who she was or more accurately who her mother was. She should have refused right away, but she usually loved parties; unfortunately, she was bored, and there wasn’t really anyone for her to talk to.

As one of the waiters went by she grabbed a champagne flute and took a sip. It wasn’t the worst she had tasted, but it could have been better. It had probably been bought from a general supplier instead of a private vineyard; it did its purpose and kept people drinking. She glanced down at the dress she had decided to make her appearance in. It was a fairly simple dress done in a silver material that had no doubt been meant to draw attention to the person wearing it.

At first she had been worried that it would be to flashy since it was both sleeveless and low cut it the back, but she let it go, knowing that it was in style at the time. It had fit perfectly, which allowed the skirt to move around her thanks to a convenient slit that ran up to her knee. In many ways, it was a more elegant version of many of the dresses her mother wore, but she tried not to think of the woman or the trouble she brought with her.

She had just raised her glass to her lips when a male voice complimented her. She lowered it enough to allow her to speak, but she made sure to pick her words carefully; she was in no mood to play her usual games that night.

“Thank you. Though I’m afraid I’m a bit done up for this event,” she said keeping her voice even. She had spent enough time around actors to know how to pretend she was happy or interested in people she didn’t know. It was skilled supposed all socialites and their children had to learn at some point if they were to survive the public eye.