Chloe Rose Summer Bash

[Chloe Rose (MOD)]

[Chloe Rose (MOD)]

Chloe strolled into the room, her head twisting from side to side. The club looked perfect. At the far end of the room, back in the corner, the bar sat just waiting for people to come. It had a blue neon strip around the edge of it which gave it a lively glow. ((Picture Here)) While the lights around the room twinkled, a large disco ball was suspended from the ceiling. Gaudy, yes, but it always added a bit of an old touch. Retro was starting to come back into style, after all. On the far side, there was a large area that could be used as a sitting place, or a dance floor. A large DJ booth stretched in front of the dance floor, with platforms for the dancer she'd hired to be.

Chloe turned, her heels clacking against the wooded floor as she walked back out the door. It was time to go and get ready. The DJ had just started the first song of the night and she was ready to go. This party was going to be great. She knew it. She could tell right away, because people she didn't even know were talking about her. Chloe was already popular in her school. Now she just had to reach out to Castle Hill..

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[Jessica Foster]

Jessica was nervous. This was her first club in this new school, and she knew basically no one. Well she did know that one girl, but she seemed like a bitch. Jessica definatily didn't want to be friends with her. The whole English class she seemed to be in a bad mood, so she figured it would be best just to stay away from that negativity.

So now Jessica was showing off to the bouncer out front of one of the biggest parties this year. Her outfit was simple. Just a blue dress that had a strap of crystal and then hung off her other shoulder. (Here) Her shoes were silver peep toes that gave her an added 5 inches to her short 5' 3'' height. Her hair was in small ringlets that framed her face and bounced back and forth every time she moved her head.

The bouncer gave her a smile and unclipped the velvet rope, letting her past and into the doors. The room itself almost took her breath away. Lights were flashing everywhere almost blinding her, the bass was pumping, louder and louder in her ears, and everyone was already grinding and dancing. She was amazed at how many people were already here, and she wanted to get in on this party. She worked her way into the crowd and started dancing with random people. People she'd probably never see again.

[Damien Larson]

It was the night of Chloe Summer's party and Damien knew that he should go. But he was fighting with himself over wether he really wanted to or not. On one hand, he wanted to go out and party and meet people. On the other, he just wanted to stay home and drink. But drinking by yourself always made you seem like a loser. No matter how cool you were. So this simple fact convinced him that it was best to go to the party.

The bouncer looked him over quick and then gave him the nod letting him into the party. He wore some simple, dark wash jeans and a short sleeve, black colored under amor. The room itself was pretty great. He wasn't going to lie. Chloe seemed to really know how to kick off the school year. It gave him new hope that he would be happier here. Westfield didn't seem like that bad of a school.

He weaved his way through the crowd finally making it to the bar. Instantly he ordered a beer. It only took the bartender a second and the beer was in his hand. He took a swig, looking over the dancers. There were a few hot girls mixed in the crowd. After he got a little buzzed he'd go over and dance with a few people. But for right now, he was fine just drinking his beer and looking for someone to talk to.

[Maxwell Cherry]

He popped the collar of his blue polo shirt and wished it wasn't dark out so he could put on his aviators. He was in love with those sunglasses and thought they gave him the perfect look. Oh well. He thought with a sigh as he pulled his jeans over his red silk boxers. Maxwell was ready for this party. He had been waiting for a great party to finally get out and release some stress. Who knows, maybe he'd get some from Dominique.

"Maxwell Cherry coming through." He said as he pushed people aside and worked his way up to the bouncer. The bouncer instantly pulled aside the velvet rope and a smirk grew on Maxwell's face as complaints roared up behind him. Poor losers. He thought as he walked to the dance floor. It appeared that the bar was on the other side of it, but why be drunk to dance?

The song "Too Drunk To Fuck" came on and Maxwell couldn't help but laugh as he danced with random girls. This night was already starting out great and no alcohol was needed. But as he worked his way through the crowd inching closer and closer to the bar, Maxwell spotted a hot blonde girl. ( Jessica) She looked amazingly hot with her dress that revealed all the right places, and Maxwell almost drooled. He worked his way over to her and came up from behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist.

"Hey babe." Was all he said as he started grinding with her.

[dominique]

The week was over, and the weekend was here. This is when all the parties, drinking, and dancing started. Tonight she was going to show off what she had. Snide comments and dirty looks were going to be ignored tonight, as for now, she was going to glow. And she knew it.

Eyes followed her in amazement, jealousy, and hate, as the freshman strutted to wards the club entrance. She skipped the line, not like like anyone noticed. They were too engrossed in her to pay attention. The bounced had immediately unclipped the silken banner when Dominique slipped him a $100 bill. She flashed a dazzling smile, revealing an aligned row of perfect white teeth.

Dominique had decided to wear a simple blue dress, completed with overlapped silk that ran down the front. It complimented her figure and curves very well, hence the reason she'd chose it. The dress came up to her upper thigh, a bit on the short side, but this didn't bother her. (This but shorter.)

Her high heels clicked when she walked across the hard floor, blurred out by the noise of the music. It was definitely loud, and the bass pounded underneath her feet. Perfect. Dominique fixed the blond ringlets that bounced down her back. It was a simple hair style; but sexy. Silver hoops dangled dangerously low from her ears, but she'd end up taking them out later. For other things. Maybe.

Her green eyes surveyed her surroundings. The party was definitely in full swing. It was moist and clammy, and she could smell the faint scent of tobacco and alcohol. She'd have a few drinks maybe, but she couldn't be bothered to put up with a hangover the next morning. Hopefully this would be worth it.

[Ava Rose Bryan]

Ava studied her half naked body in the full length mirror before her. Her stomach was flatter than before. She would almost go as far as saying that she looked anorexic, and Ava knew that anorexia would get her kicked out of the business. She would need to gain more weight if she wanted to stay a model. It scared her that she might lose the one thing in life and she truly wanted. There was nothing in this world that would take it away from her though. If she had to gain weight so would do it.

As she slipped on her favorite red party dress, (Here) that had fit last week, she discovered how much she had actually lost. The dress hung loosely all over, no longer hugging her curves like she loved. She sighed, it wasn't that big of deal. Ava loved this dress and she refused to change now that she had her hair completely straight and her two inch, red heels, on her feet. No, she'd go this way. Who would notice anyway?

The bouncer in front instantly let Ava in. He had probably seen her in one of her advertisements because he looked shocked when he first saw her, and then watched her walk away. The party was already going. Ava knew no one there. She hadn't met a single person since she got to Castle Hill and she found it slightly odd. There must have been a ton of people at that school and yet no one was out and about. But tonight was all about partying. She was going to get out and have the time of her life. Because that was how Ava lived her life.

She strolled right up to the bar and ordered a Sex on the Beach. The guy next to her (Damien) was watching the dancing that was going on while sipping a beer. Boring.

"Some party huh?" She said smiling at the guy. Might as well make a little small talk. This could be her chance to meet someone new.

[Adrian Smith]

Adrian took a swing from the vodka bottle he had stashed under his bed. He was contomplating going to the Chloe party. She seemed like a cool girl from what he heard, and this was suppose to be one of the biggest parties of the year. He supposed he could grace her with his presence. Plus, anything beat sitting in his room alone drinking.

So Adrian drug his body out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants. He looked over his upper torso one more time, trying to decide if he should just go shirtless. Adrian was proud of being a model. He often got more attention than any other guys in clubs and such because of his good looks and six pack. But today he figured he'd be more modest. He slipped a white button up shirt on his arms and buttoned a few of the buttons, leaving the top ones open to give a sneak peak of what was underneath.

He walked into the club, brushing past a pretty blonde girl in a blue dress,(Dominique) that was just standing there. Adrian wondered why she wouldn't just be up there dancing like all the other girls grinding on boys and each other. This was the kind of parties that Adrian loved. He was instantly glad he came and worked his way up to the dance floor, grabbing a girl and dancing to his hearts content.

[Jessica Foster]

"Hey babe." Jessica almost shivered as she felt the boys arms wrap around her slender waist. This was what she had come for, wasn't it? To flirt with boys and let go. But she felt awkward there, grinding on some boy she didn't know. Was he even from her school? She'd probably never see him again, and that thought depressed her slightly. But she never took the grin off her face as she danced with him.

"Hey yourself hun." She said tilting her head back and whispering in his ear. If she was going to be at a party she might as well enjoy herself. Just not too much. Jessica was open to having fun as long as she didn't regret it the next day. She still wondered where Chloe was. She was the one throwing the party. Wouldn't she be the best dressed one that makes the big entrance? But she was yet to be seen.

[Giuliette A. Delconte]

Giuliette walked slowly toward the bouncer. Her white four inch pumps made a clacking noise with each step she took. Before she had left her house Giuli had put on a pair of tight dark wash skinny jeans and a bright orange tube top. It was loose around her mid section but became tight as it graced her hips. Her hair was straightened as it normally was. Giuliette didnt like her hair anyother way. Once in a while she would wear her dark tresses in curls but she didnt like it. That type of hair style took too much time. As she reached the bouncer she gave her smokey coffee colored eye a seductive wink and he let her through.

Giuli wasnt normally the one to go out to parties but at the moment she needed it. Her step father was annoying her once again. Sure she had to live with the man but that didnt mean she had to like him. Once fully inside Giuliette glanced around slowly. After scanning the area she walked over to the bar and got a simple apple martini. What she really wanted was a nice glass of lemoncello but sure enough no bars anywhere but Italy had that. Giuli didnt feel like talking to anyone at the moment so she took a small sip of her drink and looked around at all of the people grinding and doing other styles of dance. "Well, I left my house to sit and watch people dance" she mumbled to herself, "What a marvelous idea." Giuliette took notice that there wasn't really anyone within three seats of her and thats the way she liked it.

Miss Delconte took another conservative sip and let out a sigh. She didnt even know what possesed her to come to this party. Giuliette should be studying for the LSATs or something but here she was. Giuli knew that this was the only way she could get out of her house without her step dad trailing her.

[Sue Hopman]

Well Sue had been invited to Chloe's party and she wasn't so sure that she really wanted to attend it, but if there was going to be people there that she knew then why not? She wore a Dress that she rather liked but it certainly wasn't one of her favorites. She walked up to the bouncers and showed them her invitation. Once she was in she decided to take a look around at who exactly she could find.

There wasn't to many people here just yet but there was certainly enough, Sue usually was a party girl but tonight she just wasn't feeling her normal self. Maybe a little ill but she had put make up on to cover her pale face. She was hoping to see someone that would immediately make her fall in love but she just hadn't seen anyone like that just yet. She decided to go into the crowd and actually dance and maybe even find a boy that she could spend some time with for now.

She started to dance with some random for a little while but then one boy caught her attention, someone that looked nice and had that nice body and face. Sue gave a little smile towards him and started to dance with some randoms before she got to the boy, she instantly felt better. She actually felt as good as she ever had in her life. Was this boy the person that she truly loved? She moved closer to him hoping that she right.

[Alexia Paige]

Alexia strutted her way to the very front of the line to this so called 'party' she flashed a brilliant smile to the bouncer and he took a quick second look at her, and pulled away the rope. She trotted her way through the door, her hips swaying in that perfect way, not too flashy, but not like she didn't know how.

She looked around at the lights and listened to the loud music, well, whoever this Chloe girl was, at least she could listen to some good tunes. She smiled to herself, just wondering what Chloe looked like, she heard some pathetic girls with no taste in style talking about her and this party yesterday, and she sounded like Alexia had at her own school. Bitch. That's what most tended to call her, and she really couldn't deny it. She could stick up for herself, and was proud of that. She pushed her way through the dance floor with ease and took a seat in the middle of the bar.

She then turned and looked back out onto the floor, dancing was okay, and she was actually really good at it, but she of all people knew what it did to your image if you were seen dancing alone, so she would play it cool for now. Alexia ordered a Strawberry Daiquri and once it had arrived she took a couple small swigs from it. Alexia wasn't one to drink alot, but she liked her fruity drinks when it was acceptable. She re-adjusted her halter top light red cocktail dress, made sure her necklace was in the right spot, like an arrow to her exposed skin. She looked down at her matching heels and grinned, new present from daddy, Alexia didn't know if it was a sorry gift for sending her off here, or an "I miss you" gift. She really didn't care anyway, her dad pissed her off and that was that.

She took another sip and looked for any men that might be willing to dance, she wasn't picky, but she couldn't stand some guys, they were just, well, such boys. They were misbehaving little retards, and Alexia didn't have an ounce of time for stupid, foolish people, boys or girls.

[Chloe Rose (MOD)]

Chloe looked at herself in the mirror one more time. It was time. Her dress was perfect. It was hand made and imported. She didn't want anyone to have one like it. As if they would have anyway. ( Dress) The necklace she had settled right in between her breasts. It's gold chain sparkling and reflecting in the light. The dress itself looked as if it was made of pure gold. She felt beautiful, she felt rich, and she was on top of the world. Nothing could ruin this night.

She reached the upper floor of the club and cued the DJ. The whole room seemed to stop. The lights went off and a murmer started throughout the club. As the first few chords of "Welcome To The Goodlife" started to blast, Chloe took her first step down the stairs. The spot light flicked on her as she made her way and the DJ announced her arrival.

"And now, the hostess, Chloe Rose Summers!" He said, dragging out the Summers part, and it echoed throughout the club. Chloe could see the jealousy in the girls eyes. She could tell exactly what a few of them were thinking, but she just smiled. Pretended she didn't notice the glares she got and the starving eyes the guys were giving her. She was Chloe Rose Summer. They should be jealous, they should want her.

Her intro music then blended into "Go Girl" and then remixed into "Party Like A Rockstar" which seemed to reanimate the club. People were dancing and grinding seeming to forget all about Chloe. She didn't care. What she cared about was socializing, making sure everyone was having a great time. This would be a party not too many people would forget. She would make sure of it.

There was one hottie in particular that Chloe had noticed right away. He was a model, she knew it. She had seen him in a few ads, and the girl next to him was definatly a model. Her legs gave her away. Chloe figured she'd break in.

"Hey." She said laughing and sitting next to him ordering a tequila sunrise. She wanted to get wasted tonight. But not too much. She wanted to at least remember that everyone loved this party. People would be talking about this party for the next month. Maybe even longer. She couldn't wait.

[Adrian Smith]

Adrian looked up as the girl that had just been announced said "Hey.". A smile grew on his face. This girl had how many other guys in this place and he was the one she choose. Way to be Adrian. He thought as he looked at her in her nearly there dress. Usually Adrian wasn't a huge pervert but tonight he couldn't exactly keep him mind on target. This girl, was just so hot, he couldn't resist.

"Hey Hun." He said grinning and looking over at her then back to his drink. This party was just turning out to be worth coming. But he wasn't going to let the girl get to him so easy. Even if she was one of the most popular girls in school he wasn't going to let her know that he was already under her spell. Adrian just needed a plan. He knew he'd probably make a fool of himself but as long as he looked hot who really cared? That seemed to be the only thing girls these days could think about. Which was lucky for Adrian because that was just about all he had. He didn't have any amazing talent or wasn't any smart. All he had was his looks. This girl was probably the same way too.

[Lydia Dupont]

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Lydia had been at Westfield Academy for less than a day, but she was already missing Manhattan. Everything in California was different, cheaper, than what she was used to. It was autumn now, and she should be wrapping herself in cashmere pashminas and joining her friends for romps around the Great Lawn in Central Park. She smiled sadly to herself as she brushed her straight dark brown hair over one of her shoulders. She longed for New York. It was simply part of who she was. The constant movement, the hustle and bustle, the soft night lights, the sounds, the smells, the high fashion—it was all her, and she felt an unsurpassable void without it.

She had been wandering around campus, craving the excitement and stimulation that her city had always supplied her with, when something caught her attention. A small, horrifyingly pink envelope lay nestled under a pebble on the side of the road. And though she would normally never think of picking anything up off the ground, she was disgusted by the very thought, her curiosity got the better of her. She simply had to know what the envelope possessed. Her crude smile widened considerably once she discovered that the envelope’s contents contained an invitation to a party and the ‘hottest club’ near school. Having been a social butterfly back home, Lydia decided that the best way to make friends was to put herself out there. She chewed her bottom lip as she skipped off to prepare to crash.

She was wearing a champagne colored gathered Marc Jacobs dress with her favorite pair of black suede booties. Although she had been in California for only a short while, she had noticed that everyone there dressed entirely different than she did. She kept up with fashion and trends, and always desired to look tasteful and respectable. Most of her female piers, however, dressed in cheap clothing that one would find in shopping malls. It looked as if they were trying to look like adolescent streetwalkers, and she found it just plain tacky. It almost seemed as if she was the only one with natural hair color—pathetic.

When Lydia was done inspecting herself for imperfection, a routine that took up a good half an hour, she was ready to go. She found the club, it wasn’t hard, she merely had to ask a rather nervous young boy for directions, and showed her invitation to the bouncer. She noticed that the girl in front of her slipped the bouncer one hundred dollars, and she was rather put off. She didn’t really believe in wasting money like that. She figured it was yet another difference between New York and California. Back home on the Upper East Side you were considered to be cheesy and rude if you flaunted your money so pointlessly. Perhaps it was a conflict of new money versus old money? In New York, if you wanted to show off your wealth you did it through charity or societal dinners that put your money to good use while impressing your piers.

“Of course,” she muttered under her breath as she entered. The music was loud, obnoxious rap. A rather suburban choice if she heard one herself. Her stomach panged with longing for her lavish dinner parties with the sweet sounds of inner city underground acoustic playing in the background. The teenagers seemed to have gone wild—it was like being an extra on the repulsive show ‘Super Sweet Sixteen’. She rolled her eyes, and for the first time in a long while she was forced to think of her brother Clark. The pair were polar opposites (for he was a disgusting ‘artistic’ brute) but she felt they could bond over mutual disapproval of the filthy establishment. She smiled curtly as she walked over to the bar and ordered herself a club soda. When she was sure no one was looking, she pulled out her snakeskin flask and spiked her drink. She was instantly reminded of the many drunken nights she and her friends had spent wandering around St. Mark’s Place. If she was going to be stuck in the horrible hellhole, she was going to have to entertain herself.

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