[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 A small sigh passed through the males lips as he finished packing up his things. [b "Won't you come out tonight Maverick? You've been putting in a lot of hours into dancing, and I haven't been able to spend an ounce of time with you"] came the sound of Emilia. He looked up towards the brunette and a small smile passed over his lips. He stood and pulled her towards him. He lowered his head towards her's, and she found his lips. The feeling was tender and amazing. It was perfect so to speak. He then pulled back and looked down at her.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "I know you haven't seen me, and I know I have been busting my ass off for my father. But I can't come out tonight. You know if I do I will hear about it from my father, and I'm not in the mood to have him riding my ass"] he admitted. Emilia let out a small huff and pulled away from the male's grip. [b "You know what, I'm sick and tired of you putting dance and everything else before me. I thought you and I were a couple"] she said.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "Em, we are. What are you talking about? You know Swan Lake is the ballet that's been chosen for this year, and I have to put in the hours"]]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [b "You've been putting in too many hours! I know for a damn fact that if I was in this ballet school, I wouldn't even have the bloody part! Your father would over look me, and he would cast you as the main role and then have another fucking female be your main lead! I'm getting tired of being put second"]]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "What are you talking about? You are talking out your ass.. I know you don't like ballet, but you've always been there to support me. What are you talking about Emilia? Are you leaving me?"] he asked. The pain in his voice could be heard, and the brown haired beauty looked up towards him and nodded. [b "I am.. I can't keep doing this Maverick.. I need your attention too, and I'm not even getting that. Like right now we are arguing about something pointless. I wish I had the man I feel in love with back"] she whispered.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 Maverick stood there with a small look of shock on his face. Was she really doing this to him right now? Was she really breaking up with him over his dreams? He'd supported her in everything she had chosen to do. He even supported her when she left the state for college, and she was pretty much leaving him to fend for himself. How fair was that? He put some space between them, and when she tried to reach out for his hand he pulled back, and turned cold blue eyes on the woman.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "You want to be selfish and leave. Then do it. I hoped you'd support me like I've done for you. I've been there for you since you first told me you wanted to become a lawyer, and for what? Just to have you shit on my own dreams. What kind of partner does that? I was fucking planning on asking you to marry me tonight too, I had everything planned out and now.. That's gone down the fucking drain"] he snapped. The shock on her face was enough to tell him that he had overstepped a line.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 The two stood there staring each other down. The male shook his head as he picked up his bag, and shoved past her. He stopped long enough to pull the ring out of his pocket and threw it onto the floor. [#E67E22 "I even fucking got you the ring you've been eyeing all year too. I hope your happy"] he snapped as he stormed out of the building. He made his way to his black Mercedes Benz and unlocked the car, sliding in behind the wheel. He started it up and peeled out of the parking lot.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 His heart was bursting out of his chest, and he couldn't breathe. He was pissed, he was hurt and he didn't give two fucks about the bloody ballet anymore. He needed something strong flowing through his veins, and someone in his bed. He was done with this bullshit game. He hoped that his words hit Emilia and hard. She pretty much fucked all of her chances with him, and he didn't care anymore. She had made her choice, and in the end it was losing him. When the bar was in view he started to feel a bit better.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 He pulled into a parking spot and shut the car off. He left his things in the car, and grabbed his phone and wallet. He showed his ID, got the stamp on his hand and headed inside. The music was pounding, and he wanted nothing more than to forget everything that happened. As he looked around his eyes landed on a woman slowly moving to the music. She looked bored out of her mind. He shook his head as he made his way to the bar, and ordered a Whiskey and Redbull. He downed the drink and ordered another one.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "Keep them coming, and don't stop until I look like I'm about to pass out"] he told his friend behind the bar. Rodney nodded a bit and made a mental note to cut the male off in a little while. He could tell he was hurt, and on the hunt for some new prey. Maverick slid onto the stool and downed his second glass, as his eyes found the beautiful creature he had first seen walking into the bar. Maybe that would be his next victim, but then again he wouldn't approach her quite yet. He would let her show interest first.]]
It was a question, a question none the less that Valentina continued to look down in her lap while her friend and roommate, stood by the closet with a dress resting against her body that was held upon a hanger. Remaining silent, Bette rolled her eyes and shifted the dress to one side while she stepped closer to the Ballerina who was busy needling her pointes.
[+red "Auditions are tomorrow. The gang are going out for a ...a...hoorah, to wish each other luck.."] [b "You said it right there, Bette. Auditions. Tomorrow. I cannot afford to go out, drink, come home late and wake up with a hang over only to miss out on something important..only to be in the back corps. Forget it.."] [+red "You go out all the time. Sometimes during the day ...sometimes at night. Sometimes you don't even come back to the room.."] [b "Sure, yeah; but I don't do it on days before a big opportunity..."]
Bette had an inkling.
Valentina had been screwing the Director. Sleeping with the main man of the Star Ballet, having an affair as he was married and it was not Val's proudest moment. Truth be told, it was that evening that she had planned to see Steven which was why she was so pressed on saying no to Bette.
[+red "You don't need to drink, Val. You don't even need to stay out late, just come and be able to say you did something with your friends..."]
The look on her face made Val, sigh. Her fingertips pushed the needle through the she that connected the ribbon to it securely and simply bit her lower lip. The darn girl had a point, hardly ever she went out with friends and the one time she had a chance to do it, she said no because of plans she made in getting screwed in the office by a older man. Another time perhaps.
[b "Okay. Okay. I go, show my face...one drink and I'm outta there..."]
The bar was full to the brim. Drinks were flowing. Music was pouring through the speakers ever so loudly that one could not hear another speak unless right by the ear. The crew found themselves by the entry door, Bette speaking to the guard that let them in - not even a glance at the ID to which she bragged about knowing the Security from her brother. Impressive.
Tonight, she would be 21. Young, free - living as an adult. No one would ever know that she had just turned 18, 4 simple days ago.
[+red "See, I told you this place would be great!...'"] [b "One drink, Bette..."] [+red "Yeah....yeah.."] she replied, ushering the way to the side where a booth had just become vacant. A booth with a table, by the railing that looked out across the sea of people was where Valentina found herself.
A little black dress with thin straps hung from her body. Short, showing off those dancer legs with heels upon her dainty feet. Golden blonde hair - down in loose curls, while face with make up to adhere to the nightlife.
Giving the music a little sway of her hips, eyes peered over at the bar - scanning the crowd until her eyes rested upon a man, alone. He stared in the same direction and the door shared a soft connection before she broke the gaze only to turn around - seeing Bette already flirting. Smiling at the sheet awkwardness, Val left the railing, down the single step and began to wander towards the bar. Heels clicking against the floor that was drowned out by the volume of nose only too approach the bench, both hands on the counter. Leaning over slightly, Val on her tip toes, her eyes watched the bartender leaning in - straining to hear her order [b "Gin Fizz..."] she spoke loudly and the moment he heard the moment the two lent back and Valentina turned her head and looked at the man who caught her eye earlier.
He didn't look happy. A little miserable infact.
[b "Hmm..."] she muttered, biting her lower lip before taking a step closer to him. Nothing wrong with a little small talk.
[b "Shitty day?..."] Val spoke, loudly over the music - moving her long blonde hair to one side of her neck.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 The male wanted nothing more than to be at home and in bed. He had agreed to going out and enjoying the night, and he wished he hadn't. Then again he had spotted the blonde across the room and he couldn't help but wonder what and who she was with. She looked like she was with friends and no one else. So maybe he might have a shot at talking to her. He shoved that thought aside as well as he turned and watched the other's around him. A shitty night that's what it was. All around shitty.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 As he was watching the other's around him he spotted the blonde out of the corner of his eye. She looked even better up close and personal. He smirked lightly when she leaned over the counter and told the bartender her order. He pretended to not really be paying attention when in reality he was. When she turned and spoke to him, he tore his eyes from the people and looked towards him. He shrugged a bit not really saying anything at first. Was it really written all over his face right now? That wasn't good.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 He thought about ignoring the woman all together but then thought better of it. [#E67E22 "Honestly, yes it's a shitty day. The woman I was going to propose too threw everything out the fucking window, and pretty much told me I didn't have time for her anymore. What do you expect when you are dating someone in the dancing bizz"] he said lightly. He then looked the woman up and down, and couldn't help but notice how long and slender her legs were. Dancer legs. She was a dancer as well. Perfect. Maybe she understood him as well.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "I guess it just wasn't meant to be I suppose. So here I am looking like a total loser, and wearing my emotions on my face when I shouldn't be. What's a beautiful woman like you doing here anyway? I've never seen you here before"] he said lightly. This was the first time he had ever laid eyes on her, and he couldn't help but wonder what brought her out tonight. That's when a redheaded woman came bounding up to him. [b "Maverick! I thought that was you!"] she said leaning into him and kissing his cheek.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 He turned his attention to the woman that came up to him, and he narrowed his eyes a bit. [#E67E22 "What the fuck are you doing here?"] he snapped. This was his ex-girlfriend's best friend. That meant she was here as well. [b "Well I saw you, and was wondering why you were here alone, and talking to someone you shouldn't be"] she said shooting a dirty look towards the blonde and then turned back to him. [b "Emilia said you and her got into a fight. Is that true?"] she asked. She was fishing for something.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 [#E67E22 "Emilia and I are officially over. I don't know what she told you, but she couldn't handle the fact that I've been training for a really big production here in the next couple of months, and she was complaining that I wasn't paying enough attention to her. So whatever she is doing tell her to fuck off."] he said. Then then turned and slid off the stool and walked over to the blonde and slid his arm around her waist. [#E67E22 "Tell Emilia I found a better distraction anyway"] he snapped, and gently led the woman away.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Merriweather][merriweather [size12 This was a really bold move, but he needed her help and he hoped that she got the hint. He bent down and whispered into her ear. [#E67E22 "When we are out of sight of the woman I will explain everything better. Just please go along with it, and don't get upset with me"] he said. He took in her smell and his heart skipped a beat. Being close to another woman was odd, but at the same time it was nice. He kept his arm around her waist as he led her into a much quieter part of the bar.]]
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