NYC clubbing RP with _freaksrus and others.

[likestofight]

Buffy had been in New York for just a day now The trip had been unexpected. Then again, the circumstances had been pretty unexpected. Lauren's mom had died in a plane crash coming back from Greece that was still making headlines. And then there'd been some war over her remains between Lauren's dad and Lauren's mom's family. The Hoffmans eventually

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[wolfwithaguitar]

How Randy Bosch had ended up there, on the other hand, was somewhat of a mystery. Actually, it wasn't. He had a twenty-three-year-old sister. That was the reason for everything. And although this wasn't his scene or his people, he would do anything to make his baby sister happy.

Even if it meant he was keeping a very close eye on her from the bar. Hale could handle herself, and she had a very serious boyfriend, but that didn't mean some punk wouldn't try something. And he wasn't about to send her back to Purdue or go back to L.A. on that note.

Randy had a plan. Keep his eyes squarely on his sister, take a couple of aspirin for the loud music, and keep his butt firmly planted to his barstool while nursing about eight billion Pepsis. If he wasn't with the band in a club, which he wasn't here -- this was not the place where you would find a live band that could do 70's rock with the best of them -- he was going to stay in one place and not move.

Of course, things -- and people -- had a way of finding him...

[likestofight]

Awhile after Buffy and Gwen had been drinking, and drinking, and then doing some more drinking, they decided to separate for a bit, do their own kind of thing, and then meet back up in a bit and compare notes. And possibly phone numbers. For her part, Buffy was just checking out the scenery, realizing how much she really sucked at the whole meeting guys thing when she noticed someone sitting alone at the bar. Which, was technically where she was headed anyway. 'Cause you know, Slayer constitution and all. She clearly hadn't had enough yet.

The guy, for his part, had his eyes peeled on some girl. And appeared to be drinking soda. So he was like... a stalker or something? Perfect. Just Buffy's type.

"Hi." Buffy said, sliding up to the bar and resting her albows and forearms on it, her hands upturned as she waited for the bartender to notice her. Her or her cleavage, she really didn't care at this point, as long as it got her a drink.

"Stalk here often?"

[wolfwithaguitar]

That made Randy laugh. And blush, just a little, but in the club lighting it would be thankfully difficult to tell.

"Um, no," he said. "I'm here keeping an eye on my kid sister. I mean, I know she can handle herself, but I just don't want anything bad to happen to her, you know? And she really wanted me to go with her and I can't say no to her."

Haley, on the other hand, waved, and he waved back. As long as she was having fun, Randy was happy.

He turned back to Buffy.

"So, um, no, not a stalker, just a big brother."

[likestofight]

"I know exactly what that's like." Buffy replied, giving him a smile before glancing over at the kid sister in question and then to him again. "Have one of those myself. She's back in L.A. which is where we live, so I'm not really getting to keep an eye on her tonight. Hopefully she's at home making it a Blockbuster night with my cookie dough ice cream." Visions of Dawnie, in a halter top that only tied in one little string at the back of her neck and the middle of her back were sooo not the thing she needed dancing in her head while she was 3,000 miles away and not around to pry boys off.

She leaned forward on the bartop, her feet coming just a little off the ground as she called her order to the bartender over the loud cacophony of music and talking: an appletini.

Hopping back down, she turned her back to the bar to wait for it.

"You're too cute to be a stalker anyway."

[centaurigoddess]

Li had ways of learning about festivities. She rarely had a chance to interact with humans and the chance to attend a spontaneous gathering was all the encouragement she needed. Li showed up in a red dress that flattered her ivory skin and dark hair. Ordering a martini she powdered her face in a small hand mirror. She didn't need the make up but she liked the style that it portrayed.

She took her drink and stood by the bar watching the people who were arriving. She was interested in perhaps dancing later in the night but for the moment she didn't have a partner.

[_freaksrus]

Gwen wore a bright red split front barely there top over a matching red skirt that just brushed her thighs along with her 4 inch laceup pumps which put her at six feet. She'd never cared about her height, it was part of the 'show' along with her looks. Just something else she used to her advantage.

At the sound of Buffy's voice she turned around from the vapid red head that had been yapping for the past ten minutes. The price of being in with the 'in-crowd' that Gwen gladly paid. It allowed her access to exclusive homes without scamming so to speak. "Buffy." Her fake smile turned genuine when she saw her. "I'm always ready to work my magic." Gwen pulled her into a quick hug. Ever since L.I.S.A. allowed her to touch, Gwen had become very tactile. "Anyone else along for the ride?" She hadn't been sure if Buffy was coming alone or if she was bringing her friends that she'd come to New York with. "If your friends aren't here with you, I can leave their names at the door and Jim will let them in."

[likestofight]

"I'm pretty sure Kennedy will be able to use her name or something, but just in case, Kennedy Bradford and Lauren Santini. I told a bunch of people, but those are the only two I know of for sure." She said, thinking quickly to make sure they were the only ones who had confirmed on such brief notice. Some girl who looked barely 18, had hair almost as bleached as Spike's, with a skirt almost as short as Gwen's started making small talk with her about any famous people Buffy knew. Which were approximately none. Though, Cordy had made the papers a few times for being married to Orlando Bloom. Ooh. She knew him too. Not that she was telling Britney Spears circa 2002 here. Thankfully, Gwen saved her, and they were whisked past the massive snaking line waiting behind the vevet rope, most of who moaned to see us go by without waiting

[_freaksrus]

Gwen gave a seductive wink to the barman behind the counter, "Screaming Orgasm, double the voddie." She turned to her friend with an impish grin. "Not as exotic as it sounds, but it sets the mood for anyone listening. So, is this your first time in New York? I know it's not a pleasure trip for you really, but have you seen any of the sights yet?"

She turned her back to the bar, resting her elbows on the polished wood and let her gaze roam through the crowd. Out of habit, she picked out the easy marks from the crowd. Not that she would scam tonight or steal anything, it was just second nature for her.

[likestofight]

"One time, I ordered a Slow Hard Screw Up Against A Red Wall," Buffy informs Gwen, with a mysterious smile. "It was terrible. I only took one sip." She laughs and shakes her head, gladly sipping her Raspberry Crush which is kinda sweet for something alcoholic and just fruity enough for her. Thank God. It'd be pretty embarassing to buy a drink in a place like this and then not drink it.

Leaning back against the bar at shoulder level, she continued sipping as she too scanned the bar, but moreso for boyfriend material rather than hustle material. "First time in New York." She repeated. "Haven't really seen that much of the sights, except the Empire State Building and we went past Ground Zero." She paused mid-sip. "I think maybe Monday, if Lauren's feeling up to it, we might see a show, like Wicked or something. Kennedy insists that no trip to New York is complete without seeing a show." She stopped her visual Where's Waldo and turned to glance back at Gwen for a sec. "What about you?"

[snarkaholic_liv]

Olivia had flown in to New York that morning just like she'd promised Lauren. She was here for the funeral but had needed to take care of some unfinished business that had to be settled, otherwise she was going to be the worst kind of comforting friend ever, thus she flew in early. She'd also wanted to clean out her penthouse and see about selling it, it and the shoes. (She supposed she'd made a very good friend in Anya with that...)

She breezed past the doorman with a smile and a wave, perks of being a near celebrity, and settled at the bar. She looked signifigantly underdressed to be at Marquee, but that didn't bother her in the slightest. Her short green dress was comfortable and easy and she was at least wearing heels which meant she towered above most of the people around her. She was nearly 6'4" with these particular heels on, a fact not lost on a good number of the men when she sat down and crossed her impossibly long legs. She frowned and ordered a scotch. This might be a long night...

[prettyandtragic]

After Lauren and Kennedy had been settled into their booth for awhile and Lauren had had enough alcohol to numb the desire to get up and leave, she decided to get up and go to the bathroom, and then maybe even mingle a little bit, see if anyone else thought she was Sasha. She'd never been to New York before, so this whole being a Hoffman thing was so new to her and so weird. She wasn't used to people looking at her twice, let alone mistaking her for a model or an heiress.

She was on her way back from the bathroom and toward the bar for yet another round to see if it would maybe sink the pain even farther down when she saw something that was even better for the pain. A friend.

"Olivia." She whispered, her voice hoarse from drinking and talking and crying for two weeks straight. "Oh, Olvia." She said, this time actually speaking as she stood in front of her, only slightly wobbly and put a hand on her hip with a hint of a smile on her face. "Of all the bars in New York, you just had to walk into mine."

[snarkaholic_liv]

Olivia's head, which was resting boredly on her elbow on the bar, snapped up. She'd remember about five minutes in why she hated the meet and greet part of her job and then made very good friends with the bartender (his name was Ben and she adored him) and convinced him to sneak her some food to go with the once glass of Scotch she was still nursing. He'd been sneaking her soda's as well. This was all just show, give her pizza and beer at home with the boy any day.

But Lauren! She gave her a half smile, it nearly resembled a smirk, and slid of the chair to stand in front of her. The heels had come of earlier so she only towered a bit. "Of course, love, only the very best for my girl." And with no pretense at all and without asking, Olivia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Lauren's shoulders in a hug. She'd promised hugs after all and she was going to deliver.

[prettyandtragic]

Lauren wrapped her arms around Olivia and hugged her tightly, clinging to her just long enough to not draw any attention or whispers - she'd hate to see the headlines splashed across Page Six the next morning, 'Grieving Hoffman Heiress Finds Comfort In Arms of Model Lafferty: Their Secret Relationship and Why It's Kept Hidden'. Pulling back from her, she clasped her hands around those petite forearms and braved a smile for her. "Thank God you're here. I need at least one sane person who isn't obsessed with themselves

[skatepunkbrat]

Kennedy hadn't wanted to push, but when Buffy suggested going out, she thought it might be a good distraction for Lauren before the actual funeral, which was still a couple days away. They'd flown out several days in advance for all the preparations and it hadn't gone favorably. Which only added more stress and upset her girlfriend further. So, tonight, she'd suggested, they'd go out, try to get their minds off things for awhile. She'd only hoped her suggestion hadn't sounded insensitive. Normally Kennedy was brash and never minded her words, or her actions, but she'd been a completely different person lately. All she wanted to do was the right thing, she could only imagine how hard this was on Lauren, she could see how bad she was hurting and she felt helpless. A feeling Kennedy wasn't used to feeling. Usually in that situation, she tried to overcompensate, but even now she held that back. But, this bar suggestion, she did push a little harder on. She knew Lauren needed it

[prettyandtragic]

Lauren really, really wasn't feeling up to going out tonight. She'd spent almost the last two entire weeks crying every day, several times a day, just completely lost. Words kept being thrown at her from t.v. screens. About search and recovery teams finding bodies. Recovered bodies. The corpses were found. Officials won't know until the autopsies are done. Everyone on board perished. All dead. Dead

[skatepunkbrat]

Before they could even make it inside the door, Lauren was bombarded with screaming girls and Kennedy was completely confused. They were yelling for Sasha Hoffman, but who wa--oh, Lauren's cousin. It had taken Kennedy a minute to realize what was going on. She had forgotten about their practical identicalness. Frowning, Kennedy looked over at the bouncer and was stepping in front of her when Lauren snapped, revealing who she really was. Of course this only showed how stupid these girls really were and it took all Kennedy had not to start running her mouth. But she didn't. Out of respect for Lauren

[prettyandtragic]

Lauren waited uncomfortably in the booth for Kennedy to bring their drinks. Eyes stared and pretended not to stare at her from every direction and after the incident with the America's next top wannabe models outside, she couldn't tell if they were all looking at Sasha Hoffman, the proficient print model, or Lauren Santini, daughter of the dead anthropologist who turned her back on the Hoffman name, leaving her share of its fortune to her daughter. Either way, people were looking at her. And probably whispering about her. And her nerves were already frayed at best