Brooklynne eagerly sat at the bar, staring at the drunken whores on the dance floor. Most of them had Lohan-Tans, and were grinding on guys with thier shoes high in the air. She wanted to dance, she really did. Deep down inside, the blonde had the feeling. The one every dancer had at a time like this. Since strutting into the club fifteen minutes ago, almost 70% of the males in the club had asked her to share a drink, a dance, or a phone number. Politely, Brooke would refuse. It was a little too...'Real World' right now.

Back in Florida, she had gotten into clubs easily, not even needing a fake ID. Brooklynne would strut inside, stepping into her own, crazy little world. People would form circles around her. Of course she didn't notice, being the life of the party and all. In Oakland, it was much harder to get inside, and when you finally DID, it was barely worth it. The place was looked HOT, decked out with mini- lounges and a sleek, spiral staircase. It even had a series of stipper poles in the VIP lounge. She turned away from the floor in her stool, back toward the bar. Maybe the only good thing about the club so far.

Picking up the over-sized martini glass, Brooke stared at her stunning reflection. Tonight, the girl was an absolute knockout in her short, cap-sleeved robin's egg blue dress and shrunken denim blazer. She had even worn her good shiny, leather ankle boots. Hell, she even took the effort to do her hair. Boldly, she'd cut out diagnal bangs, going from the left, to her right cheek bone. The rest of her hair had been done up into long, effortlessly perfect curls. Before she left, her older sister Amanda had rated her a perfect 10.0 .
But that ten didn't matter now.

Brooke was l o n e l y.
She needed someone to dance with.
Someone to talk to.

It wasn't shocking to find out that Jacqueline was going to a club during her free time. Sure, she had the super serious side when it came to her work; her professional life. But when it came to her personal, private one? Please. This girl was one of the most spontaneous girls you would ever meet. She partied too hard, got a little too drunk, and repeated the process without thinking twice about it. When she had talked to Brooke earlier, via text message, the blonde was all too excited to accept the invitation to meet a bunch of people at the club. It wasn't like she would ever turn down a good time, especially if it concerned good company and good drinks. It wasn't like she had work in the morning, come on now, it was a Friday night. There was no way she wasn't going to drink to her heart's content and shake her tail to the blasting music on the dance floor. Once more, the twenty year old walked around in her walk-in closet, glancing around at her outfit options. If there was one thing this girl didn't lack; it was most definitely clothing, working in the fashion industry really had its perks. She selected a classic 'little black dress', matching it with a cute pair of strappy heels. She left her hair straight, bangs parted at the right side of her head, brushing across her forehead towards the other side in a diagonal line. Her make-up was simple, but complimentary, shimmery tones that would catch the lights at the club just right. Grabbing her keys, the blonde soon made her way out the door and headed to club c. The girl flashed her most flirtatious smile at the bouncer, who recognized her by face and let her in.

Jacqui took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dimly light room. She decided to head towards the bar, despite really wanting to dance. She would probably run into people that were meeting there tonight at the bar, right? Spotting a familiar face, and the signature bleach blonde hair, JC ran over towards Brooke, hugging the girl. "Hey, nice dress." she said with a smile, ordering an apple martini. "I vote after drinks, we dance. Unless you wanna wait for the others?"

It wasn't a surprise to see Jacqueline at this type of thing. She was Brookes 'new friend', and so far, one of her favorites. She loved to party, have fun, and randomely squeal at one another. She sighed, sloching over the counter. Brooklynne smiled at her, not trying to be TOO much of a downer.

She hugged her back, looking over her shoulder to the dance floor.
"Thanks." She said, smiling down at her well put-together ensamble. It had taken hours for her to figure out an outfit, and when she finally did, Brooke vowed to have fun. She wasn't bringing out her sexy-back clothes for NOTHING.

"Maybe later." She answered to Jacqui, twirling at one of her curls. "I'll wait for the others." Not many people knew that Brooke was a professional dancer. It wasn't something you said bluntly. She didn't want to seem show-offy either, being new and vulnerable to her surroundings.

[Hope I'm not too late haha]

Getting into Conspiracy is easy for most people. Either you have a real ID, a really good fake ID, or you're tight with the owner. Levi had only one of those things - can you guess which one? Levi's fake ID was pretty well made, and didn't have some absurd age or name on it. Simply, it stated he was 22. Hell, he could pass for that easily. Never had any bouncer questioned the legitimacy of his ID - which must have meant it was pretty damn good.

This time was no exception: he handed the card over to the much taller and bulkier man, who didn't even think to take a second look at his ID before admitting Levi into the very crowded club. Searching through the crowds for his friends, he realized his best bet would be at the bar. It took only a matter of seconds for Levi to spot two blondes, chatting and sipping on fruity cocktails. Brooke and Jac.

"Hope you guys didn't have too many drinks without me." Levi took a seat, ordering a Vodka Red Bull. He was gonna need the energy tonight. It had been a couple weeks since his last time at the club and knew that the 3 hours of sleep he got almost every night wasn't going to keep him awake tonight.

Breeanna had spent most of her day at a luxurious spa uptown, hot Latino men massaging her and other desperate housewives sipping bubbly and gossiping about a homewrecker by the name of Hannah. Breeanna tended to focus her mind on her own life instead of other's so-called tradgedies, but today, she couldn't help be get sucked into the conversation. Before she went insane and spitted out something she regretted, Breeanna had texted up her extremely close gal pal, Jacqui. She had told Bree that she was meeting up a few friends for a get together at Conspiracy. Finally, a significant reason for spaing today, instead of the constant stress reliever and pamper day.Bree had connections at Conspiracy. She could get them a private little section to hang. Oh, the high points of coming from a wealthy and well known family. But Breeanna didn't let that stuff get to her. She was still the little blonde from Alabama who knew how to have fun.

She arrived at Conspiracy, handing over her Benz to a valet, and strutted up the boardwalk to the entrance. With a simple flash of an V.I.P. bracelet, a burly bouncer smiled, undid the red guard rope, and swooped Breeanna in, leaving dozens of eagerly awaiting hopefuls stunned. Bree wore a cute little red spaghetti strap dress, hair straightened and down, and smoky eyes. She looked good, as always.

Bree quickly weaved through crowds of people, looking for Jacqui. The bouncy bonde caught her eye, and she tiptoed over to her. "Hey, hot stuff." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around her friend from behind. Yeah, Jacqui and Bree had their moments, but they were friends nonetheless. Breeanna noticed she was with another petite blonde and a guy who was ordering up a vodka and energy drink. Not a smart combo. She extended her hand out for a shake."Hi, I'm Breeanna. But you can call me Bree.

Jacqui nodded at the other blonde in agreement, taking a seat in the bar stool next to her and taking a long sip of her drink. "Alright, let's wait for the others. Hey.." she started, looking at Brooke in concern, "Are you okay? You seem a little down." She didn't want to pry, but she was the type of person that tried to help people out when they needed it. Especially her friends, despite that Brooke was somewhat of a new friend. The twenty year old took another small sip of her apple martini, the alcohol already beginning to get to her. She turned towards the male voice that just spoke, a smile shaping her lips. "Hey, gorgeous." she greeted him playfully. It wasn't anything shocking or new for the petite girl to say things like that to Levi or any other close friend. Besides, the two had a tendency to flirt; so why not, right? It was all in good fun. She couldn't help but giggle herself when a pair of arms wrapped around her and the person's voice calling her hot stuff. She knew it was Bree. The two had, after all, known each other long enough to recognize the other's voice. Turning around, the twenty year old grinned and hugged the girl back. "Hey loverrrrrr." she drawled, joking around. The two did have their ups and downs, but hey, most friendships did. JC considered Bree to be the Blair Waldorf to her Serena Van Der Woodsen. They just fit well, despite the once in awhile bitch fights. Jacqui smiled at the two blondes before ordering another drink. The night was young, and she might as well drink it away. All in good fun, right? uh.. right.

Brooke sat up, suddenly feeling a spark through her body. "Heeeeeey." She called cooly, smirking. Sitting next to her, was Levi, his dark hair probably uncomed as usual. How anal of him. Brooke stared into his eyes for a moment, smiling. He was so... Shaking her head of unwanted thoughts, she turned to Jacqui, nodding her head to her comment...or...question? She was barely listening, as she looked up at the DJ, who was spinning up top.

"I'm fine." She said, smiling brightly for reasurrance. Pulling her hair over to her left side, she caught a look at a bubbly girl with golden hair, who at the moment, had her slendor arms wrapped around Jacqui. Geez, was everybody in California blonde?!

"Hi!" She responded to Bree, shaking the girls hand. "I'm...Brooklynne." She added, glancing back up at the DJ, as she switched over to another track. This one, she knew.

Brooklynnes glossy mouth fell open when the woman spinned to Chris Brown's 'Forever'. Slightly pinching herself, (and hoping noone would see), she turned back to the bar, trying to controll herself.

Levi, who had been too absorbed into waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his drink, had barely noticed another girl walk in. Before he knew it, he turned his stool around to face her outstretched hand and welcoming smile. Taking her hand, he introduced himself. "My name's Levi. But you can call me Levi." That probably had to be the worst attempt at a joke ever. Whatever - he tried.

It didn't take a genius to realize that Levi was at a club with 3 beautiful girls. Tonight was a lucky night. He looked over at Brooklynne, who he was sitting next to at the bar, and could tell she had been looking at him. Her eyes sparkled with delight the second the familiar beat of that Chris Brown song filled the club. "You like this song?" Levi said, leaning toward her ear so he could be heard through the loud music. He leaned back into his stool and took a large sip of his vodka Red Bull before leaning into her ear again. "Let's dance."

It was markus' 23rd birthday today and he figured he would go out for a drink or two. He was planning on meeting his childhood friend Jake Matthres here. Jordan was meant to meet them but he had his operation in two days and needed to rest it up. Markus totally understood that, cancer was a big thing, and Markus would prefer to see his baby brother well again than go out and be ill for it and have a delay on the operation to remove the lump from his leg.

Markus had placed his hair into the same style a mohawk and was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. His black shirt brought out the baby blueness of his eyes and blondness of his hair. He placed his cell and keys in his pocket and waited for Jake to turn up in the taxi as they were going to get a cab there. Several mments later Markus heard the car horn and sprayed his body with the manly spray and headed out of his parents house entering the cr, 'Hey Jake, hows it going man?' he asked high fiving him as usual and smiling.

The taxi finally got to the club and he got out along with his friend and waked through the door hearing the hip hopr and b kind of music. He loved listening tot he music play as he walked thrugh a club. He got to the bar, 'Ill have two double vodka's markus said to the bar man as he looked at him and smiled. Markus' eyes scanned the club, he saw Brookelyn at the corner of his eye and walked towards her, 'hey sexy' he said as he gave her a hug, 'how are you? its my birthday today.' he said with a smile as he looked at her, 'you look very pretty, so who you out with sweetie?' he asked as he looked at her.

He saw the gasses placed on the bar and he paid for them handing one to Jake, 'there you go man.' he said laughing at Jake not being able to stand still he was dance mad and often found himself going crazy on the dance floor with people watching.

Jake had planned to go out for his best friends birthday party. Basically Markus otis family took him in when his parents died. Jake did not live with them or anything but they helped him through quite a lot of things in the past. Jake was at home holding Noah and kissing his head, 'now you be a good boy for your uncle Paul okay, and ll see you tomorrow' he said as he kissed the 4 week old baby's head as he handed him to Paul. 'Right bro, Im going to get changed so, see you soon and call me if there are any problems okay.' he said as he loked at him to hear his brother say, 'chill Jake, we will be fine, plus his auntie sophia wants to spends some time with him too huh, 'right Jake have fun see you tomorrow.' he said as he left.

Jake put on a light blue shirt that was buttoned apart from the top two buttons. He was also wearing a pair of jeans and a pair of smart/casual shoes. He gelled his hair a little and sprayed himself ordering a taxi just after. He placed his cell and keys in his pocket and finally got to the cab picking up his friend Markus as he was out for his birthday first.

Jake high fived his friend and smiled, 'yeah, happy birthday bro' he said with a smile. When they walked through the doors of the club Jake began to dance, well more bopping up and down as he walked and slide a little towards the bar. When he watched his friend order he danced a little int he space he had near the bar, his eyes watching his friend go and talk to some girl.

he then saw Jacqui and he went over to say hi, 'well well, looks whose out.' he said as he wrapped his hands around her waist softly and kissed her cheek slightly, 'how are you' he said with a smile as he took the drink off Markus, 'hey thanks man' he said with a smile as he looked at him and took the drink moving a little and moving to the beat, he could not wait to freak out on the floor.

Sitting at home was really boring. There was only so much you could do in an empty house without roomates. Eating ice cream and watching chick flicks was on the verge of getting old. I mean, she had probably seen every movie and eaten almost all the ice cream flavors. So tonight she decided to do something a bit different. She had gotten a text from her friend brook about a little club party she was having. Courtney wasnt exactly sure who would be there, but she figured anything was better than sitting on the couch at home. After texting her back, letting her know she was coming, the brunnette jumped into the shower. It wasnt long before she was out and into her closet. At this time, she usually had a debate with herself about what to wear. Being a model sometimes sucked because she had overloads of clothes and didnt know where to start when it came to going to parties. After about ten minutes of thining to herself, she decided on a cute outfit. Which would be great for the night out. She found black mini dress. She threw on a pair of silver heels to accent in the silver in the dress. This was one of her favorite dresses because it showed some back clevage. Courtney didnt wear too much makeup today either. She was going for the natural look.

Courtney arrived at the club with her fake id in hand. She never had any problems when it came to letting her in the club. With her physical appearance, she could pass for about twenty two. Looking around, she found a few people that she knew with brook. There was jaque, jake, and bree. 'Hey, I'm Courtney.' She said to the people she did and didnt know.

"Let's dance.-"

"OHMYGAWDITHOUGHTYOU'DNEH-VERASK!" Brooke said so quickly thier sentences colided. Hopping off the bar stool that she had been sitting at for far TOO long, Brooke dropped her small black clutch and LG Slide next to her drink. At the time, she was fairly careless to where she left her things, but Jacqui wouldn't let them get stolen...right? "Watch my stuff." She called over the music, just for reasurrance.

At that exact moment, Markus Otis walked through the door, mohawk and all. If Brooke was correct, today was his..twenty-third birthday? "Heeey!" She flashed a confident smile at his comment, almost blushing. "Be right back!" Brooke added, grabbing Levi's hand and the black fedora she'd been sitting on since she got there, trying to break into it. Walking into a club looking like you'd bought a whole new outfit, made you a complete loser.

Gripping his hand tighter, she lead Levi through the crowd of skanks with no-rythm, and college guys trying to cop a feel. "I hope you can keep up with me!" She called to her friend, shouting over the blasting music.

Breeanna shook Levi and Brooklynne's hands with a polite smile. Bree had always loved meeting new people, and first impressions were everything. Breeanna didn't have such a great reputation around Oakland. Most people knew about her, NOT her. Meeting new people was a chance to start over, rather than running back home to Tuscaloosa like last time.

Soon after greeting them, Levi and Brooklynne were off to go dance. Breeanna laughed at them a little before turning around to an incoming bartender, one she knew. She gave him a little wink and looked over at Jacqui
. "We'll each have a Sex with An Alligator, Bruce." Breeanna hated girly drinks most of the time, so it was good that the club offered this kick. It was a basic Sex on The Beach, Bree's favorite simple cocktail, with an extra spike of vodka and a few drops of lemon. The waiter nodded with a sly grin and was off to get the girls their drinks. Bree and Jacqui were underage, of course, but Breeanna knew how to get her way.

Soon, two guys she had seen around town, one of them had came to a party of hers, the other, she had just seen around. One of them cuddled Jacqui and the other chatted up a dancing Brooklynne. "Hi, I'm Breeanna. But you can call me Bree." She waved to Jake. Bree recieved her drinks from Bruce and handed one of them to Jacqui with a wide smile as she sped off towards the steps. "You all want a V.I.P. section?" She shouted to Brooklynne. "I'll get you one free of charge, free booze, and the best dance spot." Bree giggled as she twisted her V.I.P. braclet around her wrist.

It was hardly a common sight to find a certain curly headed boy on the curb in front of a club, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. The stench of alcohol drifted from the tightly secured bar every time the front doors swiveled open, and Dillon wrinkled his nose. He didn’t drink; at least not enough to get drunk, and one might find that the fifteen year old boy had absolutely no reason to be lingering nervously outside of the club. Dillon felt otherwise, as he had just finished a hard week at school and his dad screamed at him every time he was in sight. Well, that was his excuse for the visit, at least. He had heard from Levi and some other wilder people at school that there would be a party at Club Conspiracy, and Levi had promised him that he could get in with a little help from some of the VIPs at the club. Dillon hoped so, as he thought to himself and tugged at a curl. He was fifteen, and could hardly pass for sixteen, let alone the legal drinking limit. The curb had a lingering crowd of menacing looking twenty-something year olds with cigarettes in hand, chatting cheerfully. The coolness of the black night air was blanketed by a thick layer of smoke, and he found himself coughing occasionally. Dillon felt highly out of place, and shuffled against the concrete before finally remembering about his plan with Levi.

He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He punched in a few buttons and hit send, alerting Levi that he was at the club. He shifted nervously, leaning on one foot as older and far more glamorous people slipped into the club, making his stomach hurt. He honestly had no clue what he was doing there, he was shy and wouldn’t know anyone to talk to besides Levi. He was depending on alcohol to loosen him up a bit, and maybe then he could actually have a decent time.

Levi barely had any time to say hello to the other guys who had just walked in before he had been pulled onto the dance floor by a very eager Brooke. "I think the real question is: Can you keep up with me?" Levi had to shout over the music to be heard. Soon, Brooklynne had found a nice spot on the dance floor for them. The beat of the song was pounding through the floor and he could feel it going up his legs. Suddenly, he heard the faint noise of a different song. Realizing it was his ringtone, Levi pulled out his Voyager from his back pocket and checked the text. Dillon was finally here. Levi leaned in toward Brooke's ear, not wanting to have to shout over the crowd. "I'm gonna be right back, okay? Only a second I have to help a friend get in. I'm so sorry!"

He felt terrible about leaving her on the dance floor like that, but knew it really would be for only a minute. Thinking quickly on how to get him in, he turned to a new "friend". Techinically they weren't really friends yet, but Breanna Brennan would hopefully help him get Dillon in using her VIP bracelet. He walked over to the bar, and gently tapped her shoulder. "Hey, I know we just met, but do you think you could do me a huge favor?" Levi leaned into her ear, whispering the plan. He was just hoping she'd be willing to do it. Afterall, he had promised Dillion he'd find a way to get him in.

Breeanna shrugged and agreed to Levi's plan. The more, the merrier. Bree handed her drink to Levi. "Guard this with your life." A few sips of that baby and you could be buzzed out the ass. She slithered through the crowd to the back door. Bree slightly stumbled out, but sobered up when she saw a few cops eying her from the alley way. She confidently strode pass them up to the front, searching for the curly haired very barely legal boy Levi had told her to retrieve. She spotted him. Who couldn't? His hair was amazing. Breeanna was half tmepted to ask what products he used, but then decided that would be kind of really strange. First impressions, Bree. First impressions.

She strutted over to him. "Dillon, right?" She questioned the boy. But before he could respond, she tugged him by the wrist through the ropes and back up to the bouncer. With a wink, the door was thrown open. What was up with the employees and winking with minors around here ? She pulled Dillon in and weasled him over to Levi. "I'm Breeanna, by the way." She introduced herself before grabbing her drink and running back over to Jacqui,J ake, and a new arrival."Hi Courtney. I'm Bree."

Jacqui definitely wasn't anything close to being a professional dancer, but the girl did know how to move. It was a hobby of hers rather than a life passion. On the other hand, music absolutely was an obsession of the blonde's. Anyone that knew her well enough knew that one of the specific obsessions she had was over none other than Chris Brown. So within the first few seconds of the song, the girl knew exactly which one it was. Excitement lit up her face, it was probably the one song she could listen to repeatedly without getting sick of it. Her little moment of thrill was interrupted (not in a bad way) by new people that were here to meet up. She didn't recognize the first boy, but nevertheless she smiled at him politely. "Hey, I'm Jacqui." she stated, holding out her hand for him to shake it. Soon after, the petite blonde spotted none other than Jake Matthews, a big grin shaping her lips as his arms wrapped around her waist. "Jake!" she shouted just enough to be heard over the music, turning around to give the much taller boy a hug. "I'm good, how are you sweetheart?" she was definitely happy to see him, since after all, the two hadn't seen each other for awhile. "I vote you owe me a dance later." she said with a wink, soon turning towards Courtney who had just walked in. "Courtney, hey girl, heyyyyy." She said with a playful grin, gladly accepting the drink from Bree before taking a sip. "VIP would be sweet. You and your connections." she teased, definitely not complaining. The twenty year old brushed her bangs out of her face, linking arms with Jake while waiting for the others to go to the VIP section.

As the evening wore on, Dillon began to pace back and forth between a pair of glowing street lights impatiently, beginning to doubt Levi’s ability to get him inside. Older teens and young adults were starting to give him bemused stares, probably wondering if he was really going to try and get into the club or just walk back and forth nervously. Just as Dillon flipped his phone out again to text Levi and ask him what was going on, his fears were sort of relieved as a blonde pushed through the lingering and intoxicated crowd and spoke to him. At first, he glanced over his shoulder several times before realizing that the older and pretty girl was talking to him. He nodded sheepishly, unable to make out any audible noise to confirm that he was indeed, Dillon. The booze would help him actually speak words, but for the moment his shy nature had the best of him. She took him by the arm, and Dillon could only trail behind obediently as she pushed through the crowd, let in immediately by the bouncer who didn’t give him a second glance. Whoever the blonde girl was, she certainly did have connections.

He was tossed into the loud, booming noises of clanging bottles and blaring music, and stumbled through the drunken crowd before finding himself next to Levi. He took a final glance up at the girl and smiled sheepishly, taking her name, Breeanna, into his memory. A few moments later, as he collected himself and began to seek out somewhere to get something to drink, another girl approached him and offered her name, Jacquie, to him. He flashed the best smile he could through his nerves, and quietly spoke to everyone and nobody in particular. “Got any suggestions for what to get to drink?” Perhaps the question was stupid, but he really needed to calm his nerves immediately.

Markus looked at Brookelynn and smiled, 'sure go dance, save one for me okay?' he said with a smirk as he walked towards the bar drinking his drink looking for Jake who was talking to Jaqui and he smirked Jake seemed to grab all the girls yet he ws not looking due to the whole Noah thing.

Markus was then tapped on the shoulder by a girl he did not know. He looked at her and smiled and they exchanged a few words between each other Markus asking her to save a dance for him later, he really was a bad one when out and on the booze.

He then saw Jake linking up with Jaqui, 'Hi Jaqui' he said with a smile as he looked back to Jake, he laughed at him as he was moving to the music he knew his friend was dying to get out and dance. Markus heard the VIP room and smirked, 'ooo VIP, do I get free champaign for it being my 23rd birthday?' he asked with a smile as he looked at Breanna.

Jake said hi to the girls that said hi and then saw Jaqui, 'I have not seen you in a while, I have missed my buddy' he said with a smile as he looked at her. 'Im good, Noah, is good we are all good, ' he laughed a little, 'you?' he asked with a smile as he looked at her and smiled. 'Oh definatly on the dance, as you can see I can barley stay still now' he said laughing as he looked at her.

Jake looked at Markus and smiled, 'champaign sounds good but I have to avoid getting too drunk' he said with a smile as he looked at her. He felt her link up to her his ears picking up the music and he could not keep his feet still and was dancing a little.

Dillon was asking the other guests what he should order to drink, it was obvious he needed something to soothe him. "Order a Lemon Drop." She said with a smile before wandering over to the others. Good starter. Simple, but tasty. Breeanna usually liked to start with the complex and then move down to simpler, that way she didn't go to sleep crying and eating a cheeseburger.She smirked at Jacqui's comments. "Yes, my connections and I." Bree had them, thanks to her older brother who she got them passed down from. They were huge partiers. Breeanna just hopped that her younger brother, Cameron wouldn't get into it. He was her last source of innocence.

Markus questioned her about champagne. It was his brithday ! She could make it happen. She nodded with a smile as she headed up the stairs to the V.I.P, waving everyone to join her."You want strippers with that, birthday boy?" She laughed. If he wanted it, this place could get it. Club Conspiracy was heaven. "Bruce, a Lemon Drop, a tray of Manhattans, and a flaming bottle of Moet." She beckoned to the nusy waiter, pinting up the stairs, signaling she'd be in her V.I.P. lounge.

She led the group up the steps, winking, yet again, to the three bouncers before they pushed open some curtains of the third lounge on the left. She breezed in. Lavender candles were lit on a center table, two couches, gold and velvet royal purple, surrounded it. A mini bar was aligned on the wall, their newly ordered drinks already set on top of the counter. There was a table of free food; fruit, meat, desserts, and appetizers. A sea of white flowy curtains surrounded them in a huge box. There was a tiny view of the dance floor, followed by a set of stairs back down to the magic. Bree picked up a Manhattan and plopped down on a couch. Laneing back gracefully she took a sip and smiled.

Brooke wasn't upset, being left on the dancefloor. She threw her hands in the air and continued to get her grooooove on. It was nice, actually, how Levi was a good enough friend to let whoever had texted him into the club, instead of dancing with her. If this was Jupiter, Brooke's dance partner wouldn't give a damn about his needy friend. He would continue to grind on the potential hookup that probably wasn't going to happen. Soon enough, people backed up, watching Brooke as she warped into her dance-zone. The DJ, who's name just happened to be DJ 'Chip', moved closer to the microphone, catching a quick glimpse at Brooke. "Aye YO!" He called, slightly spinning the song, so the phrase 'Forever on the dance floor' was repeated twice. "Shorty kilinnnnnnn'!!" DJ Chip let out a slight chuckle, as everyone's attention turned to Brooke.

She smiled, turning toward the bar. Immediately, she spotted a head of brown curly hair, talking to Bree. Of course, everyone was giving him the 'Who the fuck is that?' look. Everyone had been giving her the same one, considering she didn't look a day over seventeen. A year higher than her actual age, but hey. Noone really noticed...right? The blonde turned her fedora backwards for good luck, easily sifting her way to the bar.
"Uhm...hey." She said to the boy, running a quick hand through her blonde hair. "I'm Brooklynne." She leaned against the barstool, giving a sweet, welcoming smile.

Dillon stood motionless for a few seconds and collected himself, checking himself out in the sparkling reflection of his tanned features in a glass. He squinted and ran a hand back through his ragged curls before a girl’s voice interrupted him. He glanced up, pulling his fingers away to see Bree trailing away, her suggestion for a drink to get still fresh in his mind. A Lemon drop… that sounded alright. Just as he was about to turn past a crowd of confused looking buff guys who eyed him suspiciously in order to snake around to the bar, Bree’s voice sounded out loud and clear over the others, ordering his drink and several other requests. Dillon breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind her as she trailed over to the stairs, grateful that he managed to dodge the dude who he could tell was giving him a glare behind his expensive and designer sun glasses, which Dillon knew he could never afford.
The contents of the VIP room took Dillon’s breath away immediately as he stepped inside, his eyes bulging. Dillon was hardly the rich or couture type, and the glamorous world that some people lived in still managed to take his breath away, even after hanging out with Levi for quite some time. He slipped inside the lounge, taking a seat at the miniature bar and grabbing the drink he had ordered, and taking a long sip. The coldness soothed his throat as he took in the vodka. Another voice made him jump slightly, and he glanced up in confusion as another girl decided to introduce herself to him. He was grateful for the alcohol as it made its way into his system, there was no other way he could maintain his cool and actually emit audible words without its help.


“H-hey.” he stuttered, and straightened up, trying to sound cool. “I’m Dillon.” he said lamely, searching for something, anything else to say. "Crazy night, isn't it?" he asked lamely.

Jacqueline felt a sort of older-sister fondness towards her new acquaintance Dillon. He looked so nervous, and she planned on trying to get the boy to relax with the others, because she knew none of them were going to be mean to him. Turning her attention back towards Jake she smiled back at him, "Missed you too, and Noah of course." she replied, laughing when he mentioned he could hardly keep still. "I guess that happens when you're a pro dancer?" she asked, smirking back at Bree when the other blonde responded. "They never get old." she said, winking before taking another sip of the cold drink before she followed Bree upstairs. The twenty year old didn't take any time gawking at the VIP room, she had seen it before. Come on now, it was the two girls that loved to party. But, that didn't mean she didn't practically tackle everything in sight when she first came into the VIP room awhile ago. Back then, she couldn't even believe there was a room like this. The petite girl bit into a chocolate covered strawberry, moving towards the opposite couch to Bree's and lounging on it. JC turned her head towards Brooke, grinning. "Why didn't you say you danced so well?"

Brooke genuinely smiled her wide, welcoming smile at Dillon. He seemed like a first-timer. Not that sneaking into a club underaged was something to be proud of, but when you did, you had to keep it cool. They could arrest you for fraud, you know? She'd been doing the whole, 'not going where Daddy thinks I'm going' thing for a while now.
"Totally!" She responed, leaning over to whisper in his ear over the blasting music. "I'm surprised they let me in." Brooke added, trying to catch her breath. She stuck out her hand for Dillon to shake, giving him the once-over. Dillon was the only person in Conspiracy that was close enough to her age. Brooklynne thought it was pretty cool, that he even had the guts to try his luck. "I'm Brooklynne." She said, giving him a faint smile. "I'm new in town."
"It's not something you say right from the start." Brooke shouted, briefly turning to Jacqui.

Levi looked around at the group who were all getting acquainted with one another. This was good. His eyes opened wide as he made his way into the VIP lounge with the group. Everything they could have wanted was right there. He knew he'd have to start hanging out with Breeanna alot more now. "I think I'm in love." He laughed, picking up a drink from the silver tray on the table. While taking a sip, he sad down gently on a couch opposite Bree, savoring the exclusiveness of the entire VIP experience. Levi could get used to this.

Dillon shuffled back on the balls of his feet, waiting impatiently for the effects of alcohol to take him over and release his inhibitions about saying the wrong thing and worrying about looking stupid. He knew that it would probably be a few minutes or more, and that he would just have to wing it until he was significantly intoxicated. For good measure, he took another large gulp before replying to the bright eyed and pretty blonde in front of him.
"I wouldn't have gotten in without Levi." Dillon admitted sheepishly, leaning over to brush his lips against her ear. "But that's a secret." he finished coolly, leaning back against the marble counter. He set his drink on the smooth surface, an arm inching across the edge. He was extremely nervous, situated in a bar with tons of rich, glamorous, and older people that he had never met. But the promise that he would soon be at ease held him over and gave him the confidence to fake that he belonged.
Dillon extended a calloused hand, shaking the girl's, Brooklynne, firmly. He offered her a toothy smile, "Nice to meet you, Brooklynne." He paused, searching for words. "I'm Dillon, and I'm old to Oakland but new to VIP lounges." he said, still in awe by the luxurious room.

" Connections never do get old, slutbag. "

Breeanna and the others hung out around the lounge for a good half an hour, indulging on the very importantliness. Dillon started to loosen up a bit after a Lemon Drop or two, but was still a bit uneasy. He was underage in a bar filled with drunk and horny college kids. What do you expect from someone his age ? Breeanna continued dowing Manhattans, until she got a pretty good buzz going. She was a heavyweight, she could dirnk large amounts and not feel anything until about the third or fourth drink. Some other people, like possibly Dillon, weren't so lucky.

Bree was chatting up Levi about the fruit located on the table when Usher's Yeah! was cranked up on the dance floor. Breeanna practically flew down to the dancefloor, dragging Brooklynne and Jacqui with her. What a perfect clubbing song. She always wished she could move like Usher. She started swaying her hips and kind of grinding up against Jacqui. The girls the Brooklynne had been complaining about earlier ? The sluts that bumped and grinded and acted crazy ?Breeanna sort of was one of them.

(WOAH. SUCKS. but i'm tired (: )

Brooklynne smiled, grabbing her Sex On The Beach from the polished counter. Slowly bringing it to her lips, she slightly sipped, letting the alchohol burn it's way down her throat. She could tell Dillon was extremely nervous. ...for what? Brooke never considered herself to be a 'knockout', even though she was obviously much more. If anyone was nervous, it should've been Brooke.
Her heart felt as though it would drop to her faux Jimmy Choo ankle boots as Dillon's lips brushed up against her ear.

Brooke stepped closer to Dillon, deviloushly smirking. "I guess I'll just have to thank Levi, huh?" Brooklynne took of her Fedora and placed it on his head, her icy blue eyes giving him a hard stare. She slightly lowering her eyes, blushing hard. The blonde ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get rid of her matted-down tresses.
"It's freggin' awesome, I know." Brooke was also in awe of how the lounge cost more than the real Jimmy Choo's she was ripping off. "My dad would kill me if he knew I was hanging out here."

Suddenly, Breeanna's tan hand struggled to pull her onto the dance floor. "Yeah I think I'll waste my energy on a better song!" She shouted over the music. Seriously, there was only one Usher song sehe planned on dancing to, and it wasn't one that came out when she was twelve. Brooke hated declining an invitation, but she couldn't catch her grove with it, remembering she'd learned the video's choreography 45704857047659478563478652 times in her bedroom when she still liked Britney Spears.

Jacqui smirked at Bree's comment, before she brought the large glass to her lip-glossed lips, taking another long sip of her drink (which drained the tasty concoction). Frowning lightly, she stood to her feet hesitantly (because the couch was so god damn comfortable) and walked over to where the other trays of drinks were, grabbing one which was a red/pink color. She figured it was a Manhattan, and waltzed right back to her seat. The blonde was so alcohol intolerant that it was hilarious, she would drink a single drink and be already more than half-way to being drunk. She would probably have a super hangover the next morning, but she would be able to sleep in. But tonight she just wanted to dance and get crunkkkk (those extra k's were definitely needed, thank you) it didn't matter what song she 'wasted energy on' or how much she drank. Tonight had no limits for the twenty year old. So as gorgeous as VIP was, she was beyond ready to get out of there as Bree pulled her to go dance. JC started to follow her friend eagerly, ready to shake her rear to Usher's "Yeah", but practically stopped short and nearly face-planted onto the floor. Yeah, would've been real cute, she knows. Turning her head towards Brooke, she perked a brow at the girl's statement, ignoring the urge to roll her eyes. When Jac was drunk.. well, she was pretty careless towards how other people saw her. Oh, damn. Shrugging, she pulled Bree towards the dance floor regardless, one hand reaching back to pull Courtney with them too. Of course whoever wanted to dance could come too, but Jacqueline didn't grab them considering she only had two hands. The petite girl started dancing, swaying her hips to the beat of the song.

For once in his life, Dillon found himself grateful for his alcohol intolerance as he felt the somewhat familiar first effects wash over his body. A collective calmness ceased his raging nerves, and his heart stopped racing at dangerously high rates for the first time since his arrival. His worries about getting caught or recognized to be a fifteen year old boy were erased, and a toothy smile crossed his face. There was nothing for him to do now except relax, for once, and enjoy the company of the wealthy people that surrounded him. He was perfectly fine with the guilt of pretending he was rich at the moment as long as Lemon Drops kept slipping his direction from across the marble table without him even having to ask and pretty girls were introducing themselves to him for no apparent reason.

As Brook flipped her hat from her head and placed it on top of his jutting curls, Dillon brought a hand to his head to attempt to flatten it. He smirked all the while, keeping his light brown hues on her own crystal ones. If he wasn’t growing more intoxicated by the moment, Dillon was sure that he would be turning a violent shade of purple at the moment and rushing to the bathroom to hurl, but all of his reserved restraints were pushed aside.

He glanced up at her comment, scanning the room for Levi. Damn, where had he gone anyways? ”I’d thank him if I could find him…” he stated, and shook his hair out of his eyes. ”But I think I’d rather stay here with you than look for him… I’m sure he’d understand.” Dillon stated boldly, turning the odd hat to the side of his head.

”I don’t even know where the fuck my dad is right now.” Dillon admitted, speaking at the same time that Brook lashed out at Breena. His eyes widened slightly, but he decided to stay out of the potentially brewing cat fight that could be caused over something as simple as a dance. He’d seen chicks fight about stupider stuff, after all, and decided to continue speaking cautiously. ”But he’s probably doing the same thing I am.” He finished, picking up his glass with a cling and taking a burning gulp.

Levi looked down at the near empty drink in his hand, feeling awkward watching Brooke and Dill. And he had no idea why. The glass made a small ding noise as he placed it on the hard table in front of him. God, could he use another drink. Levi always tried to pace himself when drinking. Otherwise, he'd always get a nasty hangover. Despite that, he was still able to drink a lot before feeling anywhere near sick.

Before he knew it, the three girls quickly fled to the dance floor as that old Usher song came on. Levi could swear that he'd never seen anyone move as fast as Bree had as she pulled the two other girls along. Now only the guys were left in the VIP lounge. Standing up, Levi headed to the miniature bar where Dillion had been sitting and poured himself another drink. "You having fun?" Levi shot him a smile, nudging him in the arm jokingly. It was obvious that Dill had started loosening up a bit and Levi couldn't help but feel happy for the younger kid.

Dolly order a martini as she reached the VIP lounge. Recieveing it she noticed Levi. he may have been four years younger than her but they tended to have this weird chemistry that made them flirt plus she looked like she could pass as a seventeen year old still. She noticed he was talking with two other youngsters. She figured she could jion in the conversation.

"hello." she siad with a vivid smile on her lips. "How are you Levi?" she asked politely her martini in hand. She was one inch short than Levi in her heels. Her tan legs showing off her height. She noticed on her way in all the undired attention she had been getting from the male species but she did not mind. She was in the mood to just live it up on her birthday.

Markus made his way upstairs and walked towards the bar spotting Levi for the first time he semi smiled. He knew he was related to Jake in some way or another but that was about it. He order a vodka he could not be bothered with the champers anymore. He got Jake one and handed it back to him and picked up his own beginning to drink it slowly as he lent against the bar.

He saw Brooklyn, 'hey' he said as he looked at her, 'has pulled away tot so far?' he asked before she was pulled away to the dancefloor. He sighed a little as he lent back against the bar looking over to the sofa's to see Jake and went and sat next to him, 'i might head down stairs after, the VIP room gets boring ya know' he said with a smile as he looked at his best friend, 'I wish Jordan could have come out, that would have made an even better night, leastt there is next year i?' he said as he looked at Jake and drank mor eof the vodka.

Dolly pretty enough to be a model knew that eyes were on her. It started to creep her out. Guys seemed to be all eyes and no talk tonight. She just asked Levi how he had been doing when her shoe unclasped. It really wasn't her day. She was so in the mood to get completely wasted and not remember anything but she didn't want to because she never wanted to ever be used ever again.

Seeing the Stoll not to far away dolly put her Leg up on it reclasping her shoe. Sure her dress rode up a bit but she would rather have guys stareing at her instead of her falling and breaking her ankle. She did not even notice that the guy from the park with the newphew was nearby her but she might meet up with him later in the night.

Jake heard a song come on that he liked, 'I ant waiting Im dancing now' he said as he got up placing the empty glass on the table walking passed Levi and heading down the stairs and made his way towards the dancefloor. That was it now Jake would be on there all night now, unless he was really dragged off and that would be a battle in its self.

He moved from side to side first his shoulders moving to the beat and spinning a few times his hips going at the same time as he danced he could not help bursting into his dancing skills. His speed changed on the tone of the music, some of his moves were slow and sharpe and others fast and on the best. His feet just seemed to not stop and looked like they were going all over but they looked perfect. He went lower as he danced and came back up again. He loved dancing, he was like lost in his own world.

Brooklynne slightly backed away, taking a seat on the lounge's white, fluffy thousand dollar love seat. "I'd like that." She admitted to Dillon, giving a faint smile. Geez, where was Levi? Wasn't he the man? You know, the mac? Pimpdizzle? Instead of waiting for something to happen, he should've been making a move.

The blonde rolled her eyes into her head, chuckling at his 'dad' comment.
"My dad's somewhere in California." She said, picking at her cuticles. "Not that I care."

Brooke patted the space next to her, intending for Dillon to take a seat next to her. "Anything about you I should be worried about?" Brooklynne asked, placing a hand on his knee. "Hiding a boxcutter or sleeping pills in there?" She giggled, rising the hat from his head and rustling with his hair.

Suddenly, a she felt a vibration on the side of her foot. Reaching down to her boots, she pulled out a small, orange Nokia phone. Instead of being incredibly stupid, and dropping it in a purse, when she went out, Brooke always but her phone in her shoe. To others, it may have been strange, but to Brooke, it was fairly clever. She held up her index finger to Dillon, intending she'd only take a minute.

"Hullo?" She said into the phone, obviously irritated. "I told you, I'm at the library."

Dillon slipped out a soft chuckle, downing the last of his second drink before glancing back at the boy who had asked him about his time so far. He didn’t even have to guess that Levi would be hovering by his side, and raised his eyebrows quickly to show his gratitude. He was loosening up, and it was easier to enjoy himself without scrutinizing every little thing that he said, or every gesture he made.
”Indeed I am.” Dillon said to him quietly, slipping a finger along the brim of the funky looking hat before slipping off of the stool and only the white and expensive looking loveseat. He rocked back and forth, wondering how anyone could ever dare to touch something so expensive. He averted his gaze from Levi and looked back at Brooklynne, a soft smirk crossing his cheeks as she lifted the hat from his hair, causing curls to fall in front of his eyes.

”Nope, you can search me if you want, though.” Dillon joked, and brought a hand to his hair to smooth it over. Just as he opened his mouth to say something else, Brook reached down into her boot to retrieve something, and Dillon bore a confused expression. She pulled out a small phone, and he nodded, leaning back against the plush white pillows, hoping he didn’t destroy them.
The library? She was hardly at the library, and Dillon was pretty sure that whoever Brooklynne was talking to could realize that quickly. The clanging and blaring music in a background was a dead giveaway, but he kept his mouth shut.

It's my dad. She mouthed to Dillon, pulling away from the phone briefly. It annoyed her how he always called at the wrong time. Her dad, Frankie, was an author who was simply obsessed with the characters in his stories. One of the main reasons they moved to California, was because 'Never Tear Us Apart', was being made into a feature film. The Kardashians definately weren't the richest in Oakland, but Frankie would continuously say that after the movie was a hit, they'd be bathing in money.
Yeah right.

"I'm still here." She said to Frankie, smiling into the phone and playfully winking at Dillon. Barely listening to whatever Frankie was saying, she mindlessly kicked off her shoes, lifting her legs onto the empty place next to her. Slumping to her left side, she smiled exitedly to whatever he was telling her.
"Oh." Brooklynne muttered, her smile quickly fading. "It's cool. I'll find a way home. Love you, too." Pressing end, she huffed out her biggest, depressed breath. Looking over at Dylan, she gave him a faint smile.
"Looks like I'll be home alone tonight. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll find my Quija board!" A look of sarcasmic exitement spread across her face. Sighing once more, she ran a quick hand through her hair.