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Thursday, May 20, 2004
Around midnight, Tom grabbed a drink and began walking around, looking for Neda. His limo had broken down along the way, and he had no idea what had happened before his arrival. He arrived to see Neda, Sam, and Golsa sitting together.
"Boy, you guys look miserable," he commented lightly.
"You know, you're not very funny. That's a really retarded comment to make at a time like this, haven't you been around here and seen what has happened?" Golsa snapped back. Sam looked at the wall on the other end of the club and ignored him.
"Um.....no, I haven't. Anything interesting happen?"
Neda, Golsa, and Sam just stared.
Tom continued, "And who's the strange-looking tall white guy who keeps pretending he's Russian? Boy, he's strange."
"Seriously?" Sam asked, looking interested.
"Yeah, he just seems like he would be happied somehwere chasing polar bears or something. By the way, could you ask Johnny where he got that shirt. I've seen so many actors wearing it, and I just want one for the Smallville Reunion movie."
Neda stared at him. "You're so strange."
Sam got up off the couch, walked over to Frank and slapped his face hard. "Please don't break Johnny and me up. If that was your purpose, you're welcome to leave now."
Everyone stared, including Johnny, who (like Orlando) had decided to drink himself into oblivion. "Man, alcohol really is bad for you," he thought. "I saw Sam just slap Frank."
Frank walked out of the club.
"I wish something interesting would happen to me," Neda thought. "What is this-the Shruti, Tyson, Anna, Kate, Orlando, Sam, Frank, Johnny Soap Opera? Some of the others want action too? I'M SICK OF BEING THE CONSOLING FRIEND-WHERE'S MY DRAMA?"
Current mood:  bored
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
A bomb fell from the sky.
A cackle was heard from above. "Osama strikes again."
Everyone died except Kenny, Niti, and Carlos Moya, who was too sexy to die.
Also, Orlando and Kate didn't die because they were having sex far, far away from the club.
Anna woke up from the nightmare she had been having. She sat bolt upright, shocked into the bright morning with the horrible dream. "It's not as if the reality is that much better than the dream," she thought bitterly.
The next day, Shruti awoke with a hangover and a deep sickly feeling of sorrow in the pit of her stomach. She, having never had a hangover before, did not know that what it was. Instead, she crawled out of bed and went downstairs for some flu-mix.
When she dragged herself into the kitchen, her swollen eyes open but a slit, she was greeted with the sight of Tyson, soberly dressed, cooking eggs and bacon at the stove.
"What are you doing?" She muttered crankily, pushing her way past him to get to the medicine drawer.
She didn't even care that she looked a total wreck. She didn't care that she hadn't combed her hair and that last night's make up was still smeared over her face. All she wanted to do was ignore last night and the way he had treated her.
“He clearly doesn’t have any feelings for me or knew how I feel, “she thought bitterly. Shortly after seeing him with Sarah, Shruti had made her way sadly back to the dance floor. She had decided to leave, her head was pounding and she just wanted to go to bed. But when she went to get her jacket, she found that it was gone. Biting her lip to keep back the tears, crying inwardly, she clawed through all the coats on the table only to find that some angry people were thinking she was stealing. In her drunken state she had confused a random table for her own! She wandered back over to the table where Golsa and Neda were with a host of other people, found her coat, and prepared to make her way. All she remembered past this point was Golsa’s concerned face and Neda’s arm around her, supporting her as she wobbled about, and they had taken her back to the White House, staying with her until she fell asleep. Tyson had just left her, and she assumed that he was back with Sarah by now. “Nice to be cast aside,” she thought bitterly. “Well, they deserve each other. “
"I'm making you breakfast," Tyson answered softly, tipping the toast onto a tray with a posy of flowers and a tall glass of orange juice. Beside it was a cup of coffee. "Why don't you go and get back in bed and I'll bring it up."
Shruti snorted. "Feeling guilty, huh?" She asked sarcastically.
Tyson turned to her and she saw in surprise a glint of anger in his blue eyes. "If anyone's feeling guilty here, I should think it would be you," He responded crisply. "Do you know what you put me through, last night, leaving like that? I had half the club looking for you before someone casually informed me that you'd left with AJ and Ally!" He shook his head angrily. "And believe me, when they wake up, I'll give them a piece of my mind, too."
Shruti made a small noise of disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" She said incredulously. "Me take off? You ran off after Sarah and just left me all alone!"
Tyson had the dignity to look ashamed. "I shouldn't have done that," He mumbled, not looking at her as he loaded the plate of toast and eggs onto the tray and put another slice of bread in the toaster aimlessly. "But you shouldn't have done what you did."
"Tyson," Shruti clenched her fists, speaking through gritted teeth. "I was left all on my own in the club. But that's fine. I'm used to being alone. I was stupid for thinking I could count on someone else." She grabbed the bottle of flu remedy, her face flaming. "So, if you don't mind, I'm going to go up to my room and be alone and think about getting better." She hurried past him, only to be halted in her tracks as he spoke again.
"That won't help you," Tyson said. When she turned around in exasperation, he gave her a smile. She stared at him angrily. He looked down and sighed. "You've got a hangover, Shruti," He continued flatly. "Get in bed and I'll bring you some food. It's the only thing that'll help you feel normal."
She opened her mouth to argue but he simply held up his hands. "Just do it," He yelled annoyed. "For once in your life, just listen to me." Not waiting to hear a reply, he turned around and busied himself buttering toast. Rolling her eyes, she stalked out of the room, muttering obscenities under her breath.
A few moments later she was settled in bed, her eyes closed, trying to quell the aching in her head with a hand pressed tightly to it. Tyson kicked the door open gently with one foot and entered the room quietly. He set the tray down on her stomach smoothly and sat down beside her. Shruti sat up immediately, nearly tipping the tray over in her haste.
"Easy," He cautioned. When she made no move he pushed the tray towards her. "Try it, it's good, I promise."
Shruti opened her mouth tell him just where he could take his food and his concern, but then felt a wave of remorse. He had made all this effort, and Shruti was too sweet a girl to be angry for long. It just wasn't in her nature to bitch. She managed a weak smile and admitted, "I'm not very hungry."
Tyson forked up some eggs and bacon and speared a little morsel of the toast. He held it up and smiled at her. "Open wide." She allowed him to feed her after a moment of hesitation.
Finally, Tyson sighed. "Shruti, I'm sorry about last night."
Shruti smiled slightly. "Don't worry about it," She said honestly.
But still Tyson shook his head. "I am worried about it. I shouldn't have run off like that. Seeing Sarah it just…” He exhaled loudly. "It just shook me up a little. A lot. You see, I think I've been holding onto a lot of feelings and baggage from our relationship."
Shruti worked hard to keep her face neutral, but inside her stomach was twisting unhappily. Just say it, she thought. You're back together.
"I'm really happy for you," She managed, putting a smile on her face, and then drinking some juice quickly.
Tyson gaped in surprise. "Happy? Happy for what?" His voice trailed off, then all at once he made signals of denial. "What? No! Shruti, nothing like that. Nothing happened between Sarah and I."
Shruti took this in slowly, slightly puzzled. "But then why are you telling me-"
"I'm telling you," Tyson told her earnestly, "Because I want you to know that I'm over her. Completely." He grabbed her hand. "Because I want to know if... wanted to know if...maybe you wanted to go out with me? To dinner? Tonight? As an apology."
Monday, March 22, 2004
Kate and Orlando hadn’t spoken since they had left the club. Kate tried to think things through rationally. They had kissed, very deeply. It was as good as anything she had dreamed of. Was this moving too fast though? Going back with him to his room…
He held her hand as they strode through the lobby. When they reached his door, she smiled at him unsurely, not confident about what was coming next.
Orlando reached forward and kissed Kate gently. It was a peck on the lips, and he knew that it wasn’t too late to pull back…but it was decided for him when she began to kiss him drunkenly and deeply. Orlando thought through a cloud of drink. He had kissed her, he had taken a step that was wrong. He desired her; he didn’t know if that was the alcohol or his shattered heart speaking,…he needed something to relax this pain. And she was here, and willing to do anything he asked. But it wasn’t too late to pull back. Something inside of him broke, and he knew he wasn’t going to, even if he could. He was going to take Kate, and risk everything. He couldn’t think of anything; his vision was foggy, he couldn’t see the danger ahead.
Kate's knees began to give way and she shuddered violently as his hands began to move up and down her back.
Orlando wasn’t too drunk to see how much he could hurt her by this. He also knew he was too drunk to stop. But he pulled back for a moment and asked her,” Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly, and then more seriously. “Yes.”
“Okay…” he said tenderly, and then kissed her again. As she felt her legs wobbling with the passion of this kiss, he lifted her up in his arms and strode with her into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
Once inside, he set her down gingerly on the carpet again and slowly helped her out of her dress. As the dress slid down to her ankles Orlando kissed her again; it was feather light with the promise of more pleasures. He lifted her up again and she wrapped her legs around him. When Kate was sat down, her legs still around his waist, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest. Orlando pulled her head up and kissed her again, holding her to his chest with her hands flat against him. He stood up and she took off his pants.
"You're so beautiful" he told her, out of breath, pushing a few blonde strands out of her soft blue eyes, then kissing her again.
As Orlando continued his rnal quest, she tilted her head back thinking, "I win, Anna. Try to get your Orlando back now."
Orlando walked around the party, his thoughts a blur. He had drank far too much, but he didn’t care. Anything to dull this horrible, unbearable pain in his sould.
A journalist walked up to him. “Mr Bloom, we spoke yesterday. I wonder if we could have a few words now.”
“If you buy me another drink it’s a deal.” Orlando smiled hazily.
Kate glanced around the room. Where was Orlando? She hadn’t seen him for awhile. There he was. She saw him speaking to a journalist. His eyes were almost glazed over. He was dead drunk. Kate ran towards him. She knew how vulnerable Orlando was when he was drunk, he was so trusting, he’d talk to anyone. He could have poured out all his private details by now.
“So I says to him, are you listening?” Orlando asked the weary journalist, who was listening to his story of how he got famous…told from a drunk Kevin point of view. “So I says, oy! Peter! No! You must hire moi, and then I-“
“Hi Orlando,” Kate broke in and sat down next to him. “What are you doing?”
“Hi Kate,” he answered. “Just giving an interview.”
“I’ve just about finished now.” The journalist grinned and got up hastily. “Bye Orlando, nice talking to you.”
They shook hands.
“So, how has your night been?” Kate asked.
“Shit, and yours?” Orlando replied morosely.
“Why shit?” Kate asked.
But Orlando was looking towards the dancefloor.
“You wanna dance Orli?”
“Uh, okay…” Orlando blinked back tears.
Kate took his head and led him to the floor. It was a slow song again. He put his arms around her waist.
“Orlando, what happened?” she asked, trying to become less confused.
“Uh…I just did something I shouldn’t have, is all.”
“You want to talk about it?” She lifted his chin up and looked into his green eyes, shocked with how unbelievably handsome he was. She stroked his chin.
“No, no..” He looked down again.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He glanced up, and deep into her eyes, and she saw the sad torture there. And she needed to comfort him so badly. She felt her heart pulling with the need for him, and before he knew it, two soft lips were on his and he was kissing her back. Everything, all the emotions, the hurt, the pain, the anger, the sadness, the heart-wrenching horror, they all poured out into this kiss that he was drowning himself in. He kissed her thirstily, hungry for her soft, warm, body, and hungry for her love. He knew he was being dumb, pulling this girl down with him, but he couldn’t help it. He needed the comfort, he needed to be needed….and he couldn’t stop himself holding her closer and closer…..he couldn’t be alone…
When Anna looked at the dance floor, all she saw was Orlando and Kate caught in a deep embrace and steamy kiss.
Shruti was dancing with Tyson, when she felt Tyson turn around abruptly.
"Oh my gosh, that's my ex-girlfriend...Sarah. She was anorexic and dumped me because she thought she was causing me too much pain." he explained, feeling how lame the excuse sounded. He ran after her, calling her name.
"Sarah!" Tyson finally reached her, tapping her shoulder, out of breath.
She turned around and gave half a smile. "Hi, Tyson."
"Why did you run off like that?" Tyson asked, surprised. "Didn't you hear me calling?"
She looked good, he realized. Her red hair was soft and well groomed, pulled back by a few clips off of her face. She was wearing a green-coloured dress that was clingy and Tyson could see she had put on weight, which was a nice thing. She suited her curvier figure and her eyes were calm and less sad.
"Of course I heard," Sarah whispered. Then she looked away. "I was coming over to say hello, I just thought you looked...a little...busy…"
Tyson opened his mouth to protest, and then shut it again when he realised what she was insinuating. He quicky replied, "We were just talking."
"Didn't look like that to me," Sarah answered quietly.
Again he opened his mouth to defend his actions, and then he caught himself. What was he doing? What was she doing? "What is this?" He suddenly burst, his voice a little sharp. "What does it matter if I was busy with Shruti or not? What do you care?"
Sarah recoiled, and then was silent, unable to explain herself. Finally she looked at him and sighed. "I'm sorry, Tyson. This...this really hasn't gone how I wanted. Can we start over?"
"Like you wanted?" Tyson said quietly. "What do you mean?"
"I've been meaning to come and find you since you got back from the tour," Sarah replied a little slowly. "I don't know why I didn't. Couldn't get up the courage, I guess. Or couldn't face what you might have to say to me." She looked visibly upset, and then she straightened up and pulled herself together. "And when I saw you tonight, and I thought… I don't know what I thought. So any way, hello."
"Why didn't you just come and see me?" Tyson was still confused, and leaned against the wall of the back of the club.
"I thought you might not want to see me."
"Of course I wanted to see you!" Tyson cried out. "Christ, I've been worried about you Sarah. You just ran off, and you said you'd keep in touch, but you didn't-"
"I know, I know!" Sarah burst out, clenching her hands. "That's the whole point! It was a horrible thing that I did to you, Tyson."
Tyson gulped. "I understand. It was what you had to do."
"No. No," Sarah repeated, her voice full of sadness and love. "It wasn't what I had to do. I'm…oh God, I'm just so sorry Tyson!"
Nick could never bear to see her cry. "Hey!" He teasingly hit her gently on her shoulder. "I'm okay! I'm still here in one piece, ain't I?"
Sarah sniffled a little, but half-smiled. "I guess so."
"Look, Sarah," He tilted her chin so that he could look into her eyes. "I forgive you, okay. You don't have to worry yourself about it." His eyes grew gentle when he looked at her. "You obviously did something right. You look fantastic."
"Thank you," Sarah mumbled, and then she started to cry again.
"Oh, will you just come here, you big darling!" Nick kissed her gingerly, and tugged her into his arms, hugging her tight.
Shruti made her way after him slowly. She didn't want to spy, but she just had this dire urge to know what was going on. Ignoring any tears building up in her, she swallowed painfully, and crept around the corner.
There she saw the two of them locked in a tight embrace. She closed her eyes tight and took a full breath, not wanting to look again. When she did look again, the despairing picture still stood there. Miserably, she slunk away.
Sam ran out quickly, unable to make a decision. Anna gazed after her, but was distracted by Ben pulling her towards the bathrooms, as the crowd began to thin out. The DJ began paying more music, and people headed back towards the dance floor.
About fifteen minuted later, Anna and Benjamin McKenzie left the bathrooms.
Anna laughed and quickly rearranged her clothes as she and Ben quickly left the Ladies Room.
"That was naughty," She murmured to him.
"But seriously enjoyable," He replied, pushing her against the wall and kissing her until she was out of breath.
She looked up at him dizzily. "Are you trying to make me want to go back in there?"
"Na," He smiled. "I was thinking, change of scenery? The guy's bathroom is just down the hall."
She punched him teasingly in the shoulder. "You are seriously horrible, you know that?"
"Not as much as you," Ben retorted, shooting her a sneaky sideways glance.
"No I'm not!" She cried out in a fake outraged tone.
"Uh!" Ben made an shocked noise. "And just whose idea was it to go in the Ladies bathroom in the first place?" He grabbed her hand and stared deep into her eyes, murmuring huskily, "You're so sexy, woman."
Their lips moved together and were just about to touch when a voice said, "Excuse me! Lady with a full bladder comin' through!"
Anna turned around. "Kate?" she whispered in shock.
"Yeah, it's me. Orlando know you're back here?"
"No."
"Hmmm, ok, It makes sense though."
Anna looked surprised. "What makes sense?"
"Why he just now invited me back to his hotel room."
Anna leaned against the wall, as if she had been slapped. "Oh, no." she thought. "I've really lost him this time."
She turned to Ben. "I have to go to him."
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Frank Holleman stepped aside and let the robotic John Kerry break in. As they walked in, they saw chemical and biological weapons everywhere.
"So that's where the weapons of mass destruction went." Meg commented softly.
Frank knocked Niti out of the way. "Comrade, this could be potentially deadly for you especially. There are crazy people in this world, and whoever put those weapons there is one of them."
"Yeah," Niti agreed and walked away from the melee. Carlos followed her.
As they walked away, Niti heard some commotion behind her.
"Carlos, wait," she whispered, turning around and walking back. Carlos was a couple steps behind her, wondering what was so important that she would endager her own security and the security of the nation.
Frank was down on one knee.
"Sam, I love you.As I situate myself at this time with the club as my onlooker, I promise to you my eternal and never-ending adoration. I will remain beside you as your equal, I will stand before you as your defender, and I will stay behind you as your support. Please finish the rest your life with me. I love you as much as Stalin. I imagine you each sunrise and fantasize about you at every hour of the dark nights. I think of your arms being close to me and cannot communicate my joy. I love you so profoundly, I love the echo of your voice and the way that we loved each other before all this mess. I love your affectionate smile and your sympathetic, selfless way, the bliss that you convey to my soul every day of the week. I love you now as I have from the commencement of our relationship, and I'll love you eternally with all of my heart and soul. I do believe that God , made you just for me to love. Come with me, and I will take you to Stalinworld to live forever."
Johnny gazed at him in horror. "He's trying to take Sam away from me." he thought furiously. "I'll kill him."
John Kerry stepped out. "I put out the fire, and I'm taking the Weapons of Mass Destruction to Howard. Man, I like that guy."
Niti nodded, her eyes still on the scene in front of her.
Sam's head was bowed, her face pale. And then she heard an angry voice.
"Get away from her. Sam loves and is married to me. You think you can just come in and take her from me, you bastard?" Johnny snapped.
Frank looked up at him, the look of pure love disappearing from his face. "I don't recall anyone asking you for your opinion."
"Well, I do believe you are trying to steal my girlfriend from me."
"It seems to me that you're being rather arrogant. I'm not trying to steal anyone. I'm merely making a proposition, and if Sam wishes to accept it, she will make me the happiest man alive. Otherwise, I'm going to drown myself in sorrow."
"Don't guilt her into a decision!" Johnny shouted, his fist coming back and pounding Frank in the face.
Golsa gaped at Frank's puffed up eye. Frank seemed shocked. In a soft voice, Frank said, "It seems to me that the decision ought to be Sam's to make."
Anna looked at Sam. "Who's it going to be Sam-Frank or Johnny?"
Thursday, February 26, 2004
As they pushed Kenny out the door, Neda smelled smoke. Looking around, her heart almost stopped.
"FIRE!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Looking horrified, Golsa, Sam, and Kenny hurried outside.
"Get him to the House, leave him there and come back." Sam ordered. Golsa nodded numbly.
At the sound of Neda's voice, Stephanie jerked her head in Neda's general direction. She turned to Shruti, who was looking at Neda wonderingly.
"What's going on?" Adam asked in horror. Tyson was already moving, grabbing Shruti's hand and pulling her to the back of the smoky club. Stephanie and Adam followed quickly.
As they pushed Kenny in the car, his head jerked up.
"WHERE'S THE FIRE?" he yelled. Sam rolled her eyes and shoved him in feet first, pushing really hard in vengeance for his drug-induced stupidity.
"Gently..." Golsa said, miffed.
"OK, you go, drop him off and come back. Leave him with Howard." Sam said.
Golsa raced off, and Sam ran back in, where she stood next to Stephanie.
Shruti was screaming. The fire was coming from a small back room right near Drug Addict Stairwell.
Tyson and Adam were slamming themselves against the door. It required a code to get in, and none of them knew it.
Niti called the fire department, yelling that it was an emergency. Carlos stood by her, holding her free hand.
"The fire departments coming," she called to Stephanie.
"Good, thanks," she replied, looking shellshocked, gazing at the small door.
They all stood there for 15 minutes, watching Adam and Tyson's failed attempts to get in the door. Golsa hurried in breathless.
"He's in bed," she whispered to Sam.
Anna and Benjamin were standing near the back. Orlando was standing near Kate, longing to caress Anna's hand like Benjamin was. He couldn't take this anymore, it was tearing him up inside. Looking at Sam for inspiration, who was paying absolutely no attention to him, he walked firmly towards Anna.
But Orlando was interrupted by the back door swinging wide open to reveal a tall, gangly man.
"Frank?" Anna asked in surprise.
"Yes, it is I, Frank Holleman the third, future husband of the illegitimate grandson of Stalin."
"Do you say that everyone you meet?" Tyson asked in surprise.
"Yes. It is my official title."
"Oh," Tyson was trying not to laugh, when he remember the fire. "Can you open the door?"
"Yes, I can. Unbenowest to you, there are secret government operation going on in there. And they've gone wrong. I have been sent here to save you all."
He flipped open a secret panel on the door. He had just started to punch in numbers when a voice interrupted him.
At that moment, John Kerry had stepped into Drug Addict Stairwell. But it wasn't really John Kerry, but rather a robotic soldier made to look like him.
"Hand me the codes and no one dies," he said.
Golsa was shocked.
Wednesday, February 4, 2004
As the slow song came on, Shruti settled into Tyson's arms happily. New clothes, a cool and hot boyfriend, and a brand-new club to make her more millions.....she was totally happy.
"I love you, Tyson," she whispered.
"I love you too, Shruti," he whispered back.
Stephanie and Adam were also slow dancing. Stephanie smiled happily. Like Shruti, her life was also perfect at this point in time.
Shruti and Stephanie were both so busy dancing, that they didn't smell the smoke coming out of the back of club.
Drug Addict Stairwell. With peeling paint on the walls, and old rickety stairs, it was a scary place. When Stephanie and Adam had come out to survey the old building they had planned to use for the club, they saw the stairwell and were too spooked to renovate that area of the club. Especially when things started to go wrong there. The sprinklers wouldn't work there, a worker fell down it, Stephanie herself tripped over high heels while walking past it. But at this party, people were lying passed out on its wide steps, doing drugs in the nooks and crannies of the ancient stairwell. The very atmosphere of the dark place was gloomy and tragic. And this is where Kenny was lying.
Golsa walked towards Kenny.
"Golsa, don't let the aliens take me," he whispered.
"Huh?" Golsa whispered back.
"They're coming for me."
"Oooo-kay?"
Neda and Sam followed Golsa towards Drug Addict Stairwell.
"Wow, he's really high," Neda commented.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
"Let's get him out of here," Golsa whispered concernedly.
"Get him something to eat first," Neda said.
Sam shoved a piece of chocolate in Kenny's mouth, not too gently.
"Be careful!" Golsa snapped.
"Hey, Golsa, haha the snozelberrys taste like sonzelberrys," Kenny giggled.
Neda giggled too. Sam and Golsa looked at her. "Sorry," she whispered. "I thought it was funny."
Golsa gazed down at Kenny's head in her lap. "Let's get you home, Kenny," she said quietly.
"Okay," he whispered back compliantly.
Meanwhile, Anna was leaning into Benjamin McKenzie's body for the slow dance. Orlando, gazing around the dance floor, saw her and Ben's face leaning in closer and closer....he couldn't watch.
"I need help," he thought. He glanced around the club, hunting for the one person that always had the answers.
Spotting her, he yelled, "SAM!!!!!
"Oh no," she thought. "I'd better head this off once and for all."
She walked over to Orlando. "Orlando, do whatever you want. You're a grown boy, just go with your feelings. Now Golsa has a serious problem that she's dealing with, and I have to help her." She hurried off.
Orlando thought about this advice. He turned back to Anna. She was giggling at something that Ben had whispered in her ear, but her eyes caught his look. He quickly looked away....too quickly, for he missed the look of unmistakable pain and longing on Anna's face.
Monday, February 2, 2004
The music started to vibrate even louder through the club, and more and more people began to hit the dance floor. Shruti, Stephanie, Tyson, and Adam were still the center ring, and people began to form a close circle around the middle where the owners were dancing.
Stephanie grinned.
"Aren't you glad those Economics predictions never came through?" she yelled, at Shruti.
"Hahaha, how would Anna have met Orlando at Barnes and Noble?"
"Or how would Niti have met Carlos as Greenville county's deputy?"
They both laughed and continued partying, as Tyson and Adam's arms closed in around them.
Golsa, after having run to the bathroom, ran around hunting for Kenny. Neda Welling found her.
"Golsa, what are you doing?" she asked, in surprise.
Golsa, who had already had about 5 shots of tequila, dropped her sixth glass to the ground. Neda, after setting a world record for pushing the call button in French, had razor sharp reflexes. She caught the glass. Tom, standing next to her like a devoted husband, looked very proud of his wife's Olympic style motions.
"I can't find Kenn-ny," Golsa whined, her words slurring.
"Wow, you're really drunk, Golsa," Neda commented rudely.
"Obviously," Sam added, joining them. She knew that she couldn't abandon her friend Golsa in her time of need. Johnny came up behind her and wrapped his arms around Sam from the back.
"I suggest you check the drug addict stairwell," Johnny added. "He does smoke pot, right?"
"Okay," Golsa agreed morosely, weaving towards Drug Addict Stairwell(dun-dun-dun).
Niti gazed after Golsa. She gazed at Shruti, Stephanie, Tyson, and Adam. She gazed at Sam and Johnny. Carlos gazed at her gazing.
"Why doesn't she look at me?" he thought. "Probably because she secretly wants Jun Carlos Ferrero."
"So," Niti said, sounding bored.
"Great, now I bore her," he thought unhappily. "Doesn't she realize that I would do anything for her? I would audition on American Idol for her."
"Are you ever going to ask me to dance?" she asked sarcastically.
"Great, so now I'm thoughtless," he thought. "Wait, I'm thinking right now. So I guess I have thoughts."
"CARLOS?" she screamed over the music.
"Yes?"
"Good lord, never mind." Niti looked away angrily.
Juan Carlos walked over.
"Are you ok?" Benjamin McKenzie asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, sullenly. THey sat in silence for a few minutes. From where Anna was sitting, she could hear a conversation from Cynthia and Sean.
"Be frank, you are simply throbbing with desire for me, admit it!" said Cynthia to Sean.
"But of course I am!" cried Sean, launching himself at Cynthia and snogging her madly.
Anna rolled her eyes. "How stupid," she thought, but still felt tears springing to her eyes. Benjamin watched her, as a slow song came on.
"Would you like to dance" he asked her softly.
After having smoked more pot than Kenny, who was lying on the table behind her, Anna didn't realize that a question had been posed until a few seconds later.
"Oh..oh yeah, sure," she replied dizzily. They headed to the dance floor, as Orlando's eyes continued scouring the club for a glimpse of his former devoted girlfriend.
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Orlando ran into the club, hunting for Anna. Kate followed him into the main part of the club. He gazed to the other side of the room and saw Anna talking to Benjamin McKenzie.
"Anna," he whispered softly.
Shruti, Tyson, Stephanie, and Adam were getting down with it in the club. The music slowly grew quieter.
"Shruti," Stephanie hissed. "Head to the stage."
The pair slowly made their way to the stage, as Tyson and Adam stopped dancing.
The DJ's voice rang out, "Let's give it up for the owners of this club, the ones who made this night possible: Stephanie Hoo and Shruti Mittal!"
As they climbed onto the stage, clapping and cheering rang out in the club.
Shruti took the mike. "We'd like to thank all of you for coming to the opening of our new club,Solare. It took a great deal of work and time to make this dream come true. And one of those people is my partner, Stephanie Hoo!"
The crowd erupted into applause for Stephanie.
"I'm not the more social one, I do more of he grunt work," she said, smiling at SHruti who grinned sheepishly back. "But this club could not have happened without both of our tireless efforts. And I'd especially like to thank those that believed in us since high school. You guys are the best, all of you that came to Washington for this. We couldn't have done any of this if none of you had believed."
Shruti took the mike back. "Now, let's get the party started!"
Solare shook with the sound of the music that the DJ began spinning.
Shruti and Stephanie left the stage to rousing applause, and immeadiately began dancing with Tyson and Adam.
Meanwhile, more people began to enter the club. Mr. and Mrs. Jason Thomas Jospeh Ryan appeared, having stayed together since high school, one of the only couples to do so. Natalie and Leo Zhang entered the club as well. As the music started, Natalie and Leo headed to the dance floor next to Stephanie and Adam. Leo and Stephanie, former boyfriend and girlfriend, smiled at each other amicably.
Kriska and Jason headed towards the bar. They just stood there, cuddling, not willing to leave each other's embrace to join the action in the middle of the dance floor.
Anna slipped away from Orlando, weaving through the crowd to avoid him. She sat in a corner with a bunch of potheads, trying to blend in. She was very close to tears, and figured none of these wasted people would notice.
"Dude, you look familiar," a voice whispered in her ear.
"Um, ok?" she answered, turning around. SHe noticed a crop of curly brown hair, and a guy grinning stupidly into her face. "JACK!"
"Yeah," he whispered.
"You look totally baked."
"I am," he replied, looking pleased with himself, "You like kinda upset though."
"I am. My boyfriend's a total bastard."
"Woah, that's some heavy shit. Can I hook you up with something. It's on me..."
Anna sighed, reaching for the bong. She noticed Kenny next to her. "Hmmm, that's interesting," she thought."
About twenty minutes later, Anna got up. She swayed for a minute, almost losing her balance, before a hand caught her. "Get away from me!" she cried out, thinking it was Orlando. It was Benjamin McKenzie.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
As they entered the club, Shruti started to feel the music in her veins.
"Let's dance, Tyson," she cried out. As they headed to the world, Stephanie laughed. "Leave it to her to make us do all the work."
"I think that's part of the great package you guys offer. She dances on the floor with all the normal people, leaving you to handle administrative duties."
"I guess," Stephanie said, smiling, "I don't mind administrative duties."
"How about you take a break and come dance with me?" Adam asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Sure," Stephanie agreed, and they joined Shruti and Tyson on the dance floor.
As they entered the club, Kate rushed into Orlando's arms. "Hey, baby," she gushed.
Anna looked horrified and angry. Orlando gazed at her face. "Anna, I'm sorry, it's not what it looks like."
"Then what is it?" she cried out, angrily, " I hate you, why did you do this to me? If you're going to screw someone else, you could make an effort not to let me find out about it."
She walked over to Kate. "You want him, you can have him. Obviously, you're the one he wants, right?" She stalked into the club.
"Anna!!" Orlando screamed. She kept walking.
"Kenny?" Golsa asked tentatively.
"What?" he asked, looking annoyed, scanning theclub for someone with some pot.
"Could we talk?"
"Not now, I'm busy. Go kiss some Grammy fan of yours."
"No, Kenny, don't go. We need to talk. Why are you treating me like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like a jealous freak?"
"I am not acting like a jealous freak."
"Are you sure? Because every time you hear the words Grammy or Open Mouth, you get all closed on me. I mean, we were doing fine in the car until we heard Unoriginal, and then you got all unresponsive. If you have a problem, we need to talk, you know?"
"Right now, I'm busy. Can we deal with issues after a party. I mean, we are supposed to be having fun."
"Well, I can't have fun if you're mad at me!" Golsa slipped off, feeling hot tears springing to her face.
Sam watched her run off, wishing she could follow Golsa and make her feel better.
"If you take on all their problems, you're only going to hurt them in the long run. She needs to learn how to stand on her own two feet." Johnny counseled.
"I guess you're right."
"Come dance with me," he said, reaching for her hands.
She followed him onto the dance floor.
Benjamin McKenzie walked into the club. His eyes landed on Anna.
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Johnny put a hat over his long dark hair in the limo. He looked around.
"Boy, you guys are awful grumpy," he commented.
Sam sighed. She did look forward a little bit more to the party, but she could see Orlando and Anna from where she sat and knew it wasn't going to be that easy to enjoy herself.
"With those two running around, I have enough experience with kids to start a babysitting service," she thought to herself.
Orlando was trying to talk to Anna.
"Have you enjoyed Washington so far?"
"Sorta."
"How long are you here?"
"I don't know."
"Will you dance with me at the party?"
"I dunno."
"Anna?"
"What?"
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
Orlando sighed and looked out the window.
Meanwhile, in the other limo, Kenny reached over and slung an arm over Golsa's shoulders. He started to play with her hair and finally started to kiss her neck. Golsa responded easily. They started to make out in the private car.
"I'm glad we rented our own car and aren't sharing one with the others," she said softly.
"Me too. I love you, Golsa," he said.
Golsa grinned.
They approached the club, only to hear the sounds of Unoriginal, blaring from the club.
The DJ's voice rang out, "That was Open Mouth's Unoriginal...bass player Golsa Yazdy married to Kenny Vasoli of the Starting Line...and then beating them out for the Grammy. Speaking of marital disputes, apparently, the musical duo is to be here tonight..."
Kenny pulled away from Golsa. "Well, Grammy-winner, shall we go in?" he asked angrily.
Shruti and Tyson, Stephanie and Adam slipped out of the other limo.
"Well, guys, let's hope everything goes smoothly tonight," Stephanie said, looking nervous.
"Relax, we've done this a million times," Shruti said, carelessly. Tyson laughed and ruffled her hair. "Shruti has new clothes on, she has no worries."
They all laughed as they walked inside.
Sam sighed and exited the car.
"You know," Johny started, "for someone who's going to be spending the evening for the sexiest pirate in the world, you don't look very happy."
She smiled. "I love you, Johnny, but I'm not looking forward to being the parent to these children."
"So don't," he suggested, "Just hang out with me all night."
Sam smiled, feeling relief wash over her.
Niti and Carlos walked out of the car they had shared with Juan Carlos and Patricia, his girlfriend.
"Ready?" Carlos asked Niti.
"I guess," she replied.
"Are you still mad about what I said to you this morning?"
"Kinda," she replied. "You had no right to say that. You know I love you."
"I'm sorry, ok?" he said, sounding harrassed.
"You should be," she replied, sounding tearful.
"Are you two ok?" Juan Carlos asked, looking concerned.
"We're fine," Niti replied.
They all entered the club.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
When they arrived, former PRESIDENT Howard Dean now Niti's chief of staff and most trusted advisor showed them to their rooms. Shruti put her stuff down and started getting dressed. Tyson walked in as she took off her shirt.
"Getting dressed for the party?" he asked, rummaging through his suicase.
"Obiously," she replied, "I got new clothes!"
"Again?" Tyson asked, looking annoyed.
"Well, yeah, but I used my own money." She whispered, hoping he wasn't mad.
"Whatever," he answered, taking off his shirt to change. His abs were strong and defined, and Anna gazed at them as she walked past the open door.
She looked angry. "All these hot guys in this house and they're all taken," she snapped under her breath. "And the hottest of them all should be mine, but he's not."
"Anna?" a voice whispered.
"What?" she snapped, flipping around.
Orlando looked taken aback. She seemed really mad at him. Maybe she had discovered...nope, she couldn't have discovered that.
Meanwhile, Cynthia and Sean were getting ready too.
"I think I'm going to take a shower," Cynthia said softly.
"Ok," he said seductively. "Maybe I'll join you."
Cynthia grinned, as they walked towards the bathroom. The White House had really nice jacuzzis. They left a trail of clothing on the way to the Jacuzzi.
Niti changed into new clothes. She felt arms around her and gasped. Flipping around, she saw Carlos there.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she asked, sounding annoyed.
"Sorry? I just wanted to hug my wife." he looked annoyed.
"I didn't mean to yell."
"No, it's ok. If I had been Juan Carlos, you wouldn't have minded the hug."
Niti looked upset and started to cry.
"Go away!" she cried.
"Niti, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it." Carlos looked bewildered and backed away. "I really am sorry, darling. Please don't cry."
After about an hour, they all met downstairs.
"Ready to go?" Howard Dean asked.
"Yeah," Niti replied half-heartedly. Carlos put an arm tentatively around her. She let it stay there.
"I'm ready," said Shruti perkily. Tyson ruffled her hair.
Orlando stood next to Anna, longing to take her into his arms and just make love to her. But she stood stiffly next to him, challenging any embrace that he might think to offer. He sighed.
Golsa stood next to Sam and Johnny. Kenny came behind her and gave her a warm hug.
"Hi," Golsa whispered.
"Hye," he whispered back. "I'm looking forward to spending tonight with you."
Golsa smiled. Things were looking up for her.
As they piled in the car, Orlando took Anna's hand.
"Hey, can we talk before we go?"
"We're getting in the cars. You couldn't think of this when we were in the house?" she asked, sounding annoyed.
Orlando was confused. She had been so nice to him in California, and all of a sudden she had become so mean.
Meanwhile, Kate was getting ready to go the club as well, knowing that Orlando was going to be there. "I'm going to show that Anna that Orlando belongs to me. MWAHAHAHAHAH!"
Sunday, January 18, 2004
As the girls went home in silence, Sam gazed out the window, taking in the sights of Washington D.C. As they drove past the revered monuments, Sam's eyes started to shut. She was just so tired. "God, how many fights am I going to break up today?"
Then she thought. "DAMMIT, they're all going to be drunk or high at the party. I'm gonna have to be the 'parent' again." Suddenly, she wasn't looking forward to the party.
"Are you looking forward to the party?" Shruti asked, happily.
"Kinda," she replied.
"Slow dancing with Johnny, watching him dress up in fancy clothes, playing with his hair, what's not to be happy about?"
Sam thought and realized that she was looking forward to all of that. "I guess I am looking forward to it. Thanks Shruti."
Golsa, gazing out the window, was thinking about Kenny. "God, I really don't want to face him right now. What if he's still mad?" She felt sad and looked out the window, feeling unhappy.
Anna sat in the middle, fuming. She was gazing at the minibar in the limo. "God, he has some nerve coming here. Why is he coming after me if he's cheating on me? He makes me depressed all the time." She watched the minibar, wishing she could reach for something without the others yelling at her. She slouched back in her seat.
Niti sat next to Anna, gazing at the minibar too. "How could I have kissed Juan Carlos at the ATP Year-End party last year? How can I still look Carlos in the face?" She felt guilty and felt her face heating up. But luckily, she had South Indian skin, and no one noticed. She, too, wished she could take a drink out of the minibar without anyone noticing.
Cynthia gazed at the panel that split them from the driver. She wished Sean would stop treating her like some kind of goddess. She always felt these really high expectations from him, and it was starting to scare her. "I'm only one person. How can he expect me to be perfect?" She frowned.
Stephanie gazed at the minitv in the back. "I wish Adam would do something interesting. He's so boring. I wish I were dating Seth Cohen, instead of the guy that plays Seth Cohen. I just want to be surprised. He's so predictable." She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.
Shruti looked happily at her new clothes. Her life was perfect.
Friday, January 16, 2004
As the girls headed to Gucci, Shruti's favorite store, Sam arrived at the White House with the guys trailing behind her.
"Hi, this is Sam Jaeger, is Niti in there?" she asked, trying to keep Kenny from punching Orlando in the back.
"They just went out, but why don't you come in, and I'll get you to them."
Sam pulled into the gate, and threw her hand in the backseat and slapped the first guys she could reach.
"Johnny, why are they fighting?" she asked, looking stressed.
"Oh, Orlando stole a french fry."
Sam rolled her eyes. Honestly, for good-looking guys, they seemed to act like children.
"We'd better never have kids."
Meanwhile, at the store, Shruti was trying on a short, short skirt.
"I like short skirts," Shruti said, "but is that what I should wear tonight?"
"I dunno," Golsa said.
"Me either," Anna added.
"Or me," Niti said.
Stephanie said nothing. They all continued gazing at a portion of the wall.
"Gosh, you guys are no fun to shop with," Shruti complained, shimmying into a halter. She looked very pretty, as the clothes hugged her curvy body.
"Can we just buy something and get the hell outta here?" Anna snapped.
Shruti gaped. "God, why are all of you being bitchy?"
"We're not being bitchy," Niti said, "We're all really stressed out."
"All of us?" Anna screamed, "I don't think anyone's as stressed out as me."
"Well, it's not just you that has problems," Niti shouted.
"Oh my God, what are you stressed out about? You've got a perfect life." Golsa snapped.
"I'M PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! You're telling me I'm not stressed?" Niti yelled, shocked at Golsa's stupidity.
"Yeah, you're the most powerful person in the world. That's so horrible. You have a perfect husband. How horrible." Stephanie exclaimed.
Sam and Cynthia walked into the private room at Gucci and listened to the angry, shouting free-for-all. Sam put her fingers in her mouthand whistled loudly. The room went silent.
"God, as if we don't have enough problems already, you guys have to start fighting. You will go and enjoy the party, understand?"
Sam rolled her eyes. What would these people do without her?
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
"I have nothing to wear," Shruti declared, gazing at her four trunks full of clothes.
"Are you kidding me?" Niti said. "Basically all I own are suits. And they seemed cool at Forensics Tournaments, but they aren't fun to wear everyday."
"Seriously, let's go shopping," Golsa suggested. "I have Kenny's credit card."
"You stole his credit card?" Anna asked, looking shocked. "Wow...I am some influence on you guys."
"I didn't steal, I just happened to have it. And the least I can do for his ignorance of me is to max it out." Golsa looked angry.
Howard Dean went downstairs to call the limos to get ready and the stores, and Juan Carlos walked in. "Hi, I'm visiting."
Shruti was watching Niti look away when Juan Carlos walked in. Juan Carlos didn't meet Niti's glance either.
Her brain worked fast.."Hmmm, something's happened here. Is Niti cheating on Carlos?" Then she grinned at how stupid that sounded. Niti would never cheat on Carlos Moya.
"Yeah, we're going shopping," Shruti said, joining in the conversation.
"Carlos and I are going to go practice. I see you guys at the party," Juan Carlos said.
"You're coming?" Niti asked in surprise.
"Yes, Carlos invited me. Is that a problem?"
"No." But she looked upset, nontheless.
Meanwhile, at the airport, Orlando was glancing around furtively, hoping not to run into Kate. If she came to the party and saw him there with Anna, he'd be in trouble with her and Anna.
Kenny looked around, maybe hoping Golsa would've come. Instead, he saw three people approaching them that looked really familiar.
"Sam," he said softly.
"What?" she asked, a little irritated. God, couldn't any of them do anything without asking her first?
"I think Cynthia, Sean, and Meg are here."
After a round of conversation, they all piled into the limo that the White House had sent for them.
"So, I hear Frank is coming," Cynthia said in a break in the conversation.
"Yeah, he runs his own amusement park now. StalinWorld. A ReEnactment of Soviet Russia."
"That sounds like something he would do."
"Yeah, he isn't married. He said there was only one true love in his life and that if he couldn't have her, he didn't want any consolation prize."
Cynthia frowned. Her heart hurt as she wondered who his one true love was. Her face reddened as Sean took her hand happily.
While Sam and Johnny were busy checking their luggage in, Orlando quickly called Kate and told her that he was going to Washington.
"But why?" she whined. "I was looking forward to us spending more time together."
"Well, yeah," he replied, not wanting to tell her that he was going to Washington to find Anna and hopefully apoligize and tell her what had been going on.
"Why do you want to go so badly anyway?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well, Sam and Johnny are friends with the President, and I thought it'd be cool to visit the White House."
"Well, when are you going?"
"Right now. I'm in the airport."
"What a coincidence!" she cried out, thinking quickly. "I'm shooting my movie there tonight."
He was surprised. "You are?"
"Yeeup. I guess I'll see you at the party." Then she hung up and started dialing her travel agent to book a flight to Washington D.C.
Meanwhile, Kenny Vasoli walked around the house, hunting for Golsa. "GOLSA!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.
He walked into their spacious living room. Glancing at the mantle, he saw a note taped to the Grammy.
"Real subtle," he thought, reading the note.
"Gone to Washington. I’ll see you when I come back. Love, Golsa."
He frowned. Did she forget that tomorrow was their wedding anniversary. They had only been married two years, and she had already forgotten him. "She's probably got someone better..." he though sadly.
On a sudden inspiration, he picked up the phone and dialed Sam's cell phone number.
"Hey, Kenny," Sam repied, sounding busy.
"Hey, do you know where Golsa is staying in Washington. I thought I'd go surprise her."
"Um, if you hurry, we can take you on our flight. It leaves in half an hour."
"Wow, um, ok. I'll go pack and meet you there."
Cynthia Chen walked into her house. Her husband Sean was sitting at their dining room table reading a script.
"Hey, you got a call from Meg. Apparently, there's a big party in Washington that Niti called to tell her about."
"Cool, you wanna go?"
"If you do, my love. I'll go book the flights." he said in his adorable, adorable accent.
"Did Meg say who was going?"
"Apparently, all your old friends. Golsa, Stephanie, Shruti, Anna, Sam, Frank..." he trailed off.
Cynthia turned dead white. "Frank?"
"Yeah, why? Who's that?"
"Oh, no one. Just someone that I used to know. Someone that belongs in the past."
"I hope I can keep him in the past," she thought.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
"Wow," Shruti whispered, "that was magical."
"I know," Golsa whispered back, "Anna and the power of men is amazing."
Right then, Stephanie Hoo walked in. "Hey, guys,"
Anna sat up weakly. "I'm confused. Why are all of you here, and why is this carpet so nice? God, I feel like crap."
"We've got something to cheer you up," Adam Brody said with a grin. "There's gonna be a huge party hosted by us at a nightclub tonight. You should come and find some hot guy to make Orlando jealous with."
Anna pondered this.
Golsa frowned. Shruti frowned. President Niti frowned. Carlos walked in and looked confused. "Everyone is frowning. Why?"
"Anna, I don't think this party is such a good idea," Golsa said softly. "I mean, if you really love someone, you shouldn't want to hurt them."
"Dammit, he's cheating on me," Anna cried out, "I want to get back at him. And I want to have fun. I'm sick of moping around feeling bad-I just want to do something interesting."
"I guess it'll be ok," Shruti said, still frowning worriedly, "but only if we all go with you."
"Fine, whatever," Anna said, rolling her eyes.
Meanwhile...back in Hawaii.
Sam and Johnny walked up the driveway to their house, having just returned home from there vacation in the Bahamas. Sam, glancing over at Anna's house, noticed a silver BMW in Anna's driveway. Then she noticed Orlando on the porch. Shrugging, she walked inside, and hit the Play button on the answering machine.
Messages 1-11 were agents and clients and other boring work people. But Message 12 was Golsa. "Hey Sam, it's me. I think Anna's going through some problems with Orlando right now. We're in Washington at the White House. There's going to be a huge party tonight, at the opening of a new nightclub that Shruti and Steph are opening. So if you could bring Dashboard Jesus for good luck for Anna and come to the party, it'd be really cool. Call me back on the cell."
"Hey, Johnny baby, you wanna go to a party tonight? In Washington? I know we just got back, but we could extend our vacation a few more days, right? Please?" Sam begged.
Johnny gazed at her, smitten by her eager beauty. "Sure. Let's leave now."
Sam, on a sudden inspiration, ran next door, where Orlando was sitting on the front porch with flowers, looking dejected. "Hey, Orlando, wanna come to a party?"
"Will Anna be there?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
So Orlando, Johnny, and Sam boarded the flight to Washington D.C.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
President Moya paced the Oval Office.
"The office feels a lot friendlier after I removed that painting of George W. Bush, " she though quietly, still pacing.
"Here's your latest news brief," her political advisor, Howard Dean, walked in, carrying a sheaf of papers. "And here's your husband."
Carlos walked in slowly, ruffling his sexy brown hair. Mr. Dean, a former president himself, quietly exited.
"Hey," she said, smiling.
"Hey...Juan Carlos is here and he's at the hotel. We're going to go play some tennis, ok?" he shifted his racket from hand to hand.
"That's cool. Invite him over to dinner. After all, we do have a chef that's paid for by tax dollars. Why don't you ask him to stay here?"
Carlos laughed. "Ok, but..."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of yells.
"You hit me, I'll chainsaw you, you understand? I think my boyfriend's cheating on me with some blond idiot, and you tell me that I'll disturb the President? That President happens to be a very good friend of mine, and you can shove your opinions up your ass. I could take you with one boob."
Niti frowned. That voice sounded extraordinarily like...
"Anna?"
"I think she's gone crazy," Golsa said softly.
"That wouldn't surprise me," Niti replied. "I always thought it would happen someday. What is she rambling about, and who is Kate?"
"Kate is Orlando's ex-girlfriend. Apparently, she was on a date with him last night, after he told Anna he was going to be on set. They were at a restaurant, and.."
There was a knock at the door. "Mrs. President, there's a band at the door that claims to call themselves the All-American Rejects, Would you like me to throw them out?"
"No, let them in." she sighed. Meeting with rock stars was not her favorite part of the day. That would probably have to be the nights with Carlos.
A few minutes later, something resembling an cute Indian cannonball ran right into them. "Golsa! Niti! OH MY GOD, IS ANNA DEAD?"
"No!" Niti and Golsa cried at the same time.
"She's drunk," Golsa explained. "And she passed out...she musta had 6 or 7 tequilas."
"Wow," Shruti said reverently. "That's a lot." Tyson came behind her and started stroking Shruti's hair softly and tenderly. Golsa sighed. They were so in love. Why couldn't Kenny love her like that anymore?
"Yeeup," Niti said.
They sat in silence for a little while, until Anna slowly woke up.
"Where am I? And why is there such nice carpet here?" Her eyes landed on a really, really, really cute guy that had quietly walked in just then. "And what the hell is Adam Brody doing here?"
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