Over and Over..(Open)

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

It is early in the evening, on a Friday and Cat Cooper was slowly getting ready for her first date in a long time. She has only been on two..maybe three dates in her whole life, so of course, she is a bit of a nervous wreck. A few outfits were strewn all across her bed, and she was pacing in front of it..biting her nails. What to wear...what to wear.., she debated inside her head.

Nicole suggested wearing something from her closet, but no, Cat refused. She was still wearing a t-shirt and sweats from earlier in the day, while she paced. She let out a sigh of frustration, as she pushed her hair back from her face. Then, her phone rang. A text message, since "Feels Like Tonight" by Chris Daughtry started to play. Cat slowly turned, crossing over to her dresser..and picked up her phone. A smile tugged at her lips, seeing who the text was from. Nathan, the guy her sister introduced her to. She hit a button, to read the message and her smile faded. "Sorry, babe. Forgot I traded shifts with Max.. raincheck?" She sighed, as her hopes fell. She was really looking forward to tonight. She typed a reply, saying yes to a raincheck, then hit "send."

She set her phone back on her dresser, with a sigh. So what will she do now..since she no longer has a date? Glancing over at all the clothes on her bed, she gently bit her bottom lip. Silence took over the room, while she debated. Then, she got an idea. No one was forcing her to stay home, she could still go out and have fun. Heck, if Nicole can do it, then why can't she? I deserve to have some fun for once, damn it!, she decided at last. Her smile was back, playing at her lips. Her mind was made up, Cat Cooper was going out. She crossed back to her bed and she chose a modest-looking, light sweater and slacks. Nicole is the bolder twin, not me.., she thought to herself, being satisfied with her selection. One by one, she slipped off her sweats and her t-shirt and pulled on the sweater and slacks.

She picked out a pair of kitten heels, to match her outfit. It might look better, if she wore shoes with a little more heel..but she did not have very good luck, when wearing high heels, so the kitten heels were good enough for her. Small hoops in her ears, a little bit of makeup, and Cat was ready. Before she left, she threw her phone in her purse and threw on a bit of perfume. As she locked the door behind her, she knew that there was no turning back. It has been decided, she was going to have some fun.

It was a bit of a walk to the club, maybe a block or two, but Cat's not worried..much. And besides, she had her pepper spray in her purse..just in case. A cool breeze blew through her hair, letting it flow a bit behind her - almost like a cape. When she reached the club, no incidents, she saw that there wasn't a big line yet by the doors. She was glad about that, not a long wait to get in. As she waited patiently in line, her heart began to pound a little...out of slight anticipation. Lucky that she doesn't have to be 21, in order to get in..only to buy alcohol. She showed her I.D. to the man at the door, and he let her through. As she entered, music filled her ears and the smell of sweat...mixed in with perfume and cologne filled her nose. She took a deep breath, then started moving her feet forward. The dance floor was located in front of her, already half-filled with writhing and moving bodies.

There was a balcony above, to overlook everything, so Cat made her way towards the stairs leading up there. She spotted..only a couple of people, when she finally reached the balcony. Since no one noticed her presence, like she cared, Cat quietly went to the railing and leaned against it. A great vantage point, as she then looked down at everything below. As her eyes scanned the mass of writhing bodies on the dance floor, she spotted someone who she didn't expect to see. Her good mood that she had built up, is now trashed beyond recognition. The familiar face she saw...was Nathan, her date that canceled. He was bumping and grinding, a busty blonde in a miniskirt wrapped around him. The taste in her mouth suddenly went vile, watching him.

Cat felt, as if she just got punched in the stomach. Forgot that he traded shifts, huh?, she mused. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Both of her hands gripped the metal railing, pretending it was Nathan's neck. "Why must this always happen to me?" she asked herself.

She wished that she was 21, so she could drink all the pain away. Nicole doesn't have a problem getting guys...so what is wrong with me?, her inner voice whispered. Tears still threatened to fall, but she managed to keep them at bay. The sting of anger and the pain of rejection began to fill Cat, boiling underneath her skin. She bit her lip, a little harder than she usually does, but not hard enough yet to make it bleed.

[robina]

Peyton was standing in the middle of her walk-in closet, wondering what she was going to wear for the club that night. She sighed, closing her eyes. If she didn’t know what to wear, she always closed her eyes and grabbed the first thing her hands landed on. Usually, it worked. At least, she hadn’t had any problems with the system just yet. She reached out and grabbed something. Opening her eyes, she looked down an Emerald green backless halter. Her smile was pure mischief. She could have some fun with that. Peyton turned glancing over her selection of skirts, shorts and pants. Idly, she ran her hands across the clothes until she stopped and pulled a denim mini skirt almost worn through at the stress points it had. Her smile turned devilish. ”yes, I could do some serious damage with this… she thought, stripping down and replacing the baggy sweats with the tight clothes. Satisfied with what she would wear, she danced to her vanity, applied her favourite green eye shadow, liner, mascara and her favourite just-a-little-too-red lip gloss. Pulling her black strappy heels on and glancing in the mirror one last time to check her long dark brown hair. She grabbed her ID and some money lying on the counter and left her Upper East Side apartment for the club.

It was a fairly all-ages nightclub and was one of her favourites because all the younger men tried to buy her drinks and they couldn’t. She had a blast laughing at them all. As she walked up she noticed the line was starting but there weren’t many people yet. That didn’t deter her though. She just passed the line as if it were there for the younger kids and walked right up to the bouncer. She gave him her most seductive smile as she passed by him. She flashed her ID and proceeded into the club. As soon as the door shut behind her, she was assaulted with the loud, thumping music and the flashy lights. She noticed the dance floor was already pretty packed with couples grinding up on one another. Peyton brushed them off easily. She knew most of them wouldn’t be going home with the guy/girl they came with.

Peyton looked up at the balcony and saw there weren’t too many people up there yet. She could grab a seat up there and let the fun begin. She crossed the room and walked up the stairs as if she owned the place. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw at least 6 guys watch her progress and one do a double take. She was so used to it though, she just ignored them. ”as if boys…” she thought. As she reached the top, she glanced at the only other person up there. She ignored him and walked past him to the bar up there. She ordered a Porn Star and waited. Once her drink was served, she turned to face the balcony. And just in time to see a girl walk up the steps.

Peyton gave her a quick once over and winced. The girl didn’t know how to dress for a club. ”Pity, too. She’s pretty cute.” Peyton thought, taking a sip of her drink. The girl walked to the rail and looked over, scanning the crowd. She obviously saw something she didn’t like because she muttered something Peyton couldn’t hear over the loud music and her hands tightened on the railing. Her eyes were focused on one general area.

Slowly, Peyton walked over to stand beside her and look in the direction the girl was looking. She saw a guy grinding with a blonde slut. ”Bastard,” she said aloud. She glanced at the girl. ”Men like him aren’t worth the tears you want to shed. Believe me.” Peyton’s smile turned to one of sympathy. ”I’m Peyton St. James.” She wasn’t usually so forward, even with women but she had been through what she thought the girl beside her was going through and it sucked.

Count: 673
Lyrics: We The Kings
Credit: Mercer
Notes: Hope you don’t mind

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

The song end and another began, but Cat barely noticed. All her focus was upon Nathan, and the blonde he was grinding with. A tear finally fell, making its way down her cheek. Thank you...so much, Nicole.., her mind hissed. Her fraternal twin always had to try to find a guy for Cat, whenever she could. "Cat, you are my sister..and I'm not letting you turn into some spinster.." As she listened to Nicole's voice in her head, a girl in a green halter came up to stand beside her. Both are examples of what to wear and what not to wear to a club..guess which one is Cat?

"Bastard," she heard the girl say about Nathan, and Cat nearly chuckled. She then wiped away the tear that escaped and looked at the girl. "Men like him aren't worth the tears you want to shed. Believe me." She nodded her head, understanding, but she can't help but feel that she always end up finding Mr. Wrong. If it isn't guys that are too hands-on for her taste, then it's guys that move a bit too fast or guys like Nathan...who changes girls like he changes tires. She wiped away the pending tears, glancing down at him. Her breath caught, seeing them kiss and his hands sliding down towards her ass. What does she have, that I don't?, she asked herself, then quickly glanced at her chest. She slowly, lifting her gaze. Oh..., she thought.

"I'm Peyton St. James." Cat's gaze turned away from what was going on below. She slowly held out her hand, managing a half-smile. "Nice to meet you, Peyton. My name's Cat.. Cat Cooper." she replied, trying to keep her voice light.

OOC: No..I don't mind at all...

[robina]

Peyton took Cat’s hand and shook it gently, not wanting to break her bones accidentally. ”Nice to meet you, Peyton. My name’s Cat…Cat Cooper.” Peyton smiled warmly. She took another glance at Cat’s clothes. She could do something with that, she thought, if only she had some scissors”…and if all else failed, she could try my clothes….”

Peyton glanced down at the growing mass of bodies on the dance floor. Cat would get anywhere in what she was wearing. Abruptly, Peyton turned to Cat. ”I’’ll be right back. I… Peyton downed her drink ”I need another drink, want anything?” Peyton waited for Cat to answer. When she did, she walked to the bar, gave the order and waited. When the bartender turned back with the order, Peyton sent him one of her greatest accessories; her seductive smile. ”Thank you. Umm,” Peyton glanced up at him through her lashes ”Can I borrow those scissors you have there. I only need them for a minute or two, I promise.” The bartender, completely smitten by Peyton he handed her the scissors when she passed him the money.

She took her order and the scissors and went back to Cat, putting everything on the small bar table set up nearby them. Peyton picked the scissors back up and smiled mischievously at Cat. ”You need to have some fun tonight; especially after that. Although, by the looks of your outfit, you don’t like to stand out all that much. Unfortunately, you’re standing out more than ever because you don’t fit it. Which, is a good thing…just not so good in a club, if you get my drift. So I have an idea and two options for you. Number one, you can change clothes with me, we look to be about the same size…except for our chests…but that’s a problem I can easily fix with these. Or option two, I do a little restyling of your outfit and, I hope I’m not being to forward or presumptuous, we can dance the night away and we can get you a couple of drinks to wash down some of the pain you must be feeling. They won’t know the difference.” Peyton grabbed her drink and downed it, proving her point about getting trashed; even though Peyton couldn’t actually get trashed, she could, she would drink, and she’d damn well enjoy it, too. Peyton figured Cat needed a little adventure in her life, and thought she was the best person to help her out…at least tonight anyway.

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

As Peyton took her hand and lightly shook it, Cat took notice how gentle her touch was, but didn't really think anything of it. After a moment, she let go and then lightly gripped the railing. She snuck a glance down at Nathan, still grinding with the blonde. "I need another drink, want anything?" Cat slowly ran a hand through her hair. "A gin and tonic.." she wondered aloud, wishing it was a year later..be old enough to drink. Then, she realized what Peyton asked. She turned to tell her that she was underage, she was too late..Peyton was already at the bar. Crap, she then thought, turning her focus back to the dance floor.

And when she returned, Cat noticed that she was carrying a pair of scissors along with their drinks. She then bit her bottom lip, as she watched Peyton pick up the scissors...and turn back towards her. "You need to have some fun tonight; especially after that. Although, by the looks of your outfit, you don't like to stand out all that much. Unfortunately, you're standing out more than ever because you don't fit it. Which, is a good thing...just not so good in a club, if you get my drift. So I have an idea and two options for you. Number one, you can change clothes with me, we look to be about the same size...except for our chests...but that's a problem I can easily fix with these. Or option two, I do a little restyling of your outfit and, I hope I'm not being to forward or presumptous, we can dance the night away and we can get you a couple of drinks to wash some of the pain you must be feeling. They won't know the difference." Cat's smile went from being half..to a full one. Peyton's words rang true, seeing as the whole reason she came here..was to have fun.

"You know that bastard down here," she said, gesturing to Nathan, with a slight nod of her head. "He and I were to have a date, but he cancelled..said he 'forgot he traded shifts'. What a bunch of crap.." She looked down at him, resisting the urge to spit on top of his head. "..but I came here anyway, wanting to have some fun for once in my life...why should my sister have all the fun?" Then, an idea crossed her mind and her smile slowly shifted from warm and friendly..to mischievous. It is always the quiet ones..., she mused, turning back to Peyton.

"Go ahead...style away...let's show him what he's missing out on.." she said, slightly surprising herself. Cat is about to take a step out of her comfort zone, but as of this moment, she didn't seem to care. It was about time she got bold, for once, got even with a guy for walking all over her.

[robina]

Peyton was watching the mass of bodies moving, ”You know that bastard down here. He and I were to have a date, but he cancelled…said he ‘forgot the traded shifts’. What a bunch of crap…” Cat said, which had Peyton looking down in disgust at the man and the blonde. ”Pig,” Peyton said one of only 4 words she rarely spoke. ”…But I came here anyway, wanting to have some fun for once in my life…why should my sister have all the fun?” Peyton saw something cross Cat’s face, turning her smile to mischievous as she turned to look at Peyton. ”What are you thinking…?”

Go ahead…style away…let’s show him what he’s missing out on…” Cat said, surprise registering on her features. The smile curving on Peyton’s face moved a decimal brighter with mischief. ”Perfect. Down your drink and let’s go to the washroom. We’ll fix up your clothes, get another drink, my treat, request a really slutty song and get you someone to dance with.” Peyton said laughing cheerfully. She loved a project, even thrived with one. And, now she had an extremely good reason to make this ‘project’ her best ever. She watched Cat down the gin and tonic. As soon as she set her glass down, Peyton grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the stairs and into the nearest bathroom.

Peyton stopped Cat in the middle of the fairly busy room and walked around her. The sweater she was wearing was modest but fairly tight. It could work. Without bothering to get cat to take the sweater off, Peyton grabbed a sleeve and cut all the way up the arm and around the seams. She did that to the other arm, too, making it a vest of sorts. Peyton bent down and cut her pant legs extremely high. The pant legs fell to pool around her ankles. ”You’ll need to take those shoes off. What size are you anyway? If we’re the same size you can use my shoes, they’ll go better…” Peyton said, if they were the same size, she would switch shoes with her in an instant. Her shoes were cute but didn’t really go with the new look.

She turned to one of the other women in the room that had a make-up case with her. Peyton put her sweetest smile on and stepped over to the mirror she was using. ”Hi, Ummm, I know this is going to sound really odd but can I borrow your make-up case for a second. My friend and I just caught her boyfriend cheating on her with some blonde bitch and we need to make him jealous. Can you help us, please?” Peyton asked, sweetly. No one has ever been able to say no to Peyton since she turned. People rarely said to no her before she was turned but now, she could get away with murder, if she wanted to, that is. The woman gave her the bag and Peyton turned back to Cat, looking through the cosmetic bag. She pulled out a blue eye shadow, black mascara, eye liner, a soft red lip gloss and a pale pink blush. ”hold still…” she said, going to work on her make-up.

After she was done she stepped back to admire her handiwork. With her being a photographer, she had to learn how to apply make-up and do hair if her employees didn’t show which unfortunately, meant pretty much all the time. Her people were extremely unreliable. Peyton looked through the case for a couple bobby pins or a small enough clip that people wouldn’t really notice. There weren’t any, so she heaved a rather large sigh and pulled the pins out of her own hair. The hair her pins were holding back fell free around her face to mix with her side swept bangs. Peyton pulled bits of hair from around Cat’s face into the pins at the back of her head. ”Okay…almost done…” Peyton said, taking the scissors and cutting a rather deep ‘v’ into the top of the new vest and the bottom, revealing her stomach and some cleavage. ”There we go. How do you feel?”

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

Cat noticed Peyton's smile, as she slowly reached over for her gin and tonic. She held the drink in her hand, while the other gripped onto the railing still. "Perfect. Down your drink and let's go to the washroom. We'll fix your clothes, get another drink, my treat, request a real slutty song and get you someone to dance with." She didn't really need to be told twice, touching the glass with her lips and then tilted her head..downing it. The moment she set the glass down, Peyton grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind her. She almost stumbled, while heading down the stairs, but she managed to catch herself. And as she was pulled into the ladies' room, Cat was stopped in the middle of the room. She was growing a bit nervous, as Peyton walked around her.

This was so unlike her, letting people she just met fix her clothes and such. But it was about time she got bold, or else guys will be walking all over her for the rest of her life. Cat slowly and deeply inhaled, to settle her nerves, watching as Peyton cut off both her sleeves..and then moved onto her pants. "You'll need to take those shoes off. What size are you anyway? If we're the same size you can use my shoes, they'll go better..." She slipped off her shoes and then stepped out of her pant legs.

"Uh, size 8..." she replied, looking up to see Peyton turn to one of the other women and ask for her make-up case. She took another deep breath, looking at the make-up Peyton was pulling out. "hold still..." Peyton said, and Cat listened. She silently told herself to calm down, that you came here to have some fun. Though the walls were a bit thick, she could faintly hear that the song changed again. She swallowed the small lump in her throat, as Peyton pulled pins out of her hair and gently put them in hers. "Okay... almost done..." Cat cracked a half-smile, as Peyton cut her sweater up some more.

"There we go. How do you feel?" Cat slowly turned to take a look at herself in the mirror, and almost gasped. She looked quite different, her sweater transformed into some sort of vest and her pants were way shorter now. "Wow...I feel different, thought I was looking at my sister for a second there..." she said with a little chuckle, her hands touching her bare stomach. She turned a bit, to see that her tattoo on her lower back is now visible. "My tattoo..the one, bold thing I ever did..." she muttered, as her mind pulled up the other reason why she got it. She then inhaled deeply, settling her nerves once more.

[robina]

Peyton had heard Cat say she was a size 8, and wasn’t that a shame? Peyton herself was a size bigger and that would have Cat sliding out of her shoes. ”I’m a 9, too bad, too.” Peyton mumbled as she handed back the make-up case to a very stunned young woman. As she turned, Cat spoke. ”Wow…I fell different, thought I was looking at my sister for a second there…” she turned in front of the mirror, to look at her back. That was when Peyton noticed the tattoo there. A black rose, she thought but wasn’t sure if that was exactly.

”My tattoo…the one, bold thing I ever did…” Peyton heard Cat mumble. She smiled at cat’s reflection because she was still turned away from her. ”I like it. I have a few myself but they’re usually covered by my hair and long sleeved shirts.” Peyton held her wrists up, showing her the dragon on her right wrist and forearm and the sign for Taurus on the inside of her left wrist.”So, now, you’re going to do your second bold act. You are going to dance near that bastard with the hottest guy we can find. I’m not trying to be mean by saying what I’m about to say but I’ve just noticed you’re extremely shy…then again, I usually am, too.” Peyton laughed, thinking about the 2 new people she’d met in such a short amount of time. It was gloriously wonderful knowing she was getting over her shyness...or, at least, the extremity of her shyness. ”So, if I can get over my extreme shyness, you can, too. It seems easier to do after you’ve met at least one new person. So, you’ve met me tonight, it should be easier to meet someone else now.”

Peyton took Cat’s hand, lightly turning her around. ”Are you ready? I know how it feels to be shy and brought into a situation you aren’t ready for. I won’t leave this room, at all, unless you are ready to actually go out there and make him drool like the dog he is.” Peyton paused for barely a second, something passing across her eyes, ”We need a really slutty song…have any ideas? My mind tends to leave me when I need to think of something like this…it’s a terrible situation…” Peyton racked her brain for a really slutty song, or at least a song that Cat could use to make that asshole so green with envy, unfortunately, she mind didn’t seem to want to process anything because she couldn’t think of a single song, at all…what was a vampire girl to do to help a new friend?

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

"I'm a size 9, too bad, too." Cat heard Peyton mumble, when she turned to return the make-up case. She slightly shrugged her shoulders, in agreement. "That is too bad..." she then said to herself, still admiring Peyton's handiwork. She looked and even felt different, Nicole would be so surprised if she saw her the way she looked now. She could already imagine what her sister would say..."It's about damn time, Cat! You have quite a bit of time to dress like your age, not 10 years older..." A smile played at her lips, looking at herself in the mirror. She noticed Peyton's smile at her reflection, and her smile grew a little.

"I like it. I have a few myself but they're usually covered by my hair and long sleeved shirts." Cat glanced over, as Peyton put her arms out..showing her tattoos. She then nodded her head, a bit impressed. A moment of silence passed, before Peyton spoke again. "So, now, you're going to do your second bold act. You are going to dance near that bastard with the hottest guy we can find. I'm not trying to be mean by saying what I'm about to say but I've just noticed that you're extremely shy...then again, I usually am too." Cat heard her laugh, and she felt compelled to join in. She has always been the shy and quiet one, while her sister was Miss Outgoing. But so far being here, Cat has met one other person. Her smile grew a little bigger, thinking about Melanie and how kind she was at the beach.

Then, Peyton's voice pulled her back into the present. "So, if I can get over my extreme shyness, you can, too. It seems easier to do after you've met at least one new person. So, you've met me tonight, it should be easier to meet someone else now." A soft sigh escaped past her lips, Peyton's words making quite a bit of sense. Cat let her take her hand and slowly turned her around to face her. "Are you ready? I know how it feels to be shy and brought into a situation you aren't ready for. I won't leave this room, at all, unless you are to actually go out there and make him drool like the dog he is." She could feel her heart start to race a little bit, unsure if it was because of her nerves or anticipation. "We need a really slutty song...have any ideas? My mind tends to leave me when I need to think of something like this...it's a terrible situation..." Cat's mind started searching, looking for a song she may have heard.

"What's that song Nicole likes..." she thought out loud, as she resisted the urge to start biting her nails..a nervous habit of hers. A brief silence ensued, while she tried to think of the name. Then, her mind started to replay it. Her eyes widened. "You're a...womanizer! That's it!" she nearly exclaimed, as a lightbulb went off in her head. She managed to stop herself from jumping up and down like some kind of idiot."That new song by Britney Spears...'Womanizer'..would that count?" she added, hearing the song play in her head now.

[robina]

“What’s that song Nicole likes…” Peyton heard Cat say; thinking out loud, no doubt. She shook her head, not knowing which song or who Nicole was. “You’re a…womanizer! That’s it!” Cat said, excitedly, Peyton raised her brow at her; thinking over the lyrics to the song. “That new song by Britney Spears…‘Womanizer’…would that count?” Peyton smiled and laughed devilishly. It was the perfect song. ”That is the perfect song. That’s fitting.”[/color] Peyton was giddy. She was always happy to help a friend…or in this case a relative stranger, although, they were becoming fast friends. At least, to Peyton they were.

Peyton didn’t wait for Cat to say anything. She checked to make sure her shoes were on and they left the bathroom. She lead Cat around the club to the front entrance area, to make it seem like they just walked in. Peyton searched out a table and found an empty one near a group of guys. ”Perfect,” she thought, her smile growing more seductive as they neared the table. ”Absolutely perfect.” She stopped at the table and faced the dance floor, not the guys. No need for them to seem too interested. [color-=086900] “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some drinks. Keep a smile on her face and glance over at that table right there every now and then. I’ll worry about the rest. Although, I’m thinking I’ll get you something stronger.”[/color] She whispered in Cat’s ear, well aware of the fact that no one would have heard her even if she said it out loudly. Peyton shook her head, walking to the nearest bar.

People moved out of her way as she stepped forward; she never had to move around people, they moved for her. She looked here and there, saw the guys watching her, following her with their eyes. She stopped at the bar, next to a particularly cute guy. ”Hey,”she said, sending him her best weapon; her smile. She turned away as the bartender approached and asked what she’d have. She gave her order for a Porn Star, Gin and tonic and 2 chocolate Martini’s. That one glance, and the single word she said to the guy standing next to her was enough to get him paying for her drinks, and help her to her table, which cat was at, alone, still. Peyton sighed, sadly.

”Thank you so much,” She said to the shaggy-haired guy. She turned to Cat, “Cat, I, we brought you a Gin and Tonic and something a little bit stronger; Chocolate Martini. I have one, too, so you won’t be alone.” Peyton laughed, softly. She knew her laugh was infectious, as was her smile. They had always been. Her laugh was still so child-like. It sounded like falling crystal or chimes and it used to drive her crazy but she gave up worrying about it a while ago now. Peyton got a great idea. She turned to the guy, her smile brilliant. ”Would you like to dance with my friend here? It’s her birthday, she just turned 21.” she lied flawlessly, however she didn’t really know if it was a lie or not but she thought it was; a lie, that is. In her profession, she had to sometimes, it was all part of the job description. She’d wait to see if cat would go, if he’d say yes, before she went to request the song. If she wanted to, Peyton could have that song on next; it was all in the eyes and the smile, she thought.

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

Cat noticed Peyton smile, so her idea must've been good. "That is the perfect song. That's fitting." She chuckled a little, silently thanking all those times Nicole had made listen to that song. She slipped her shoes back on, then she followed Peyton out into the club. She let her lead, since she seems to know what she's doing. Cat's eyes glanced around, while they headed towards an empty table. She caught sight of Nathan, still with the blonde. She then forced herself to look away, focusing on the task at hand. Getting back at him. She was really beginning to like Peyton, she enjoyed her company..becoming the second friend she has made here. As they reached the table, she noticed as Peyton turned toward the dance floor. Cat was about to sit down, when Peyton leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'll be right back. I'm just going to get us drinks. Keep a smile on your face and glance at that table right there every now and then. I'll worry about the rest. Although, I'm thinking I'll get you something stronger."

Cat's eyes then flickered over to the table full of guys...right next to theirs. A smile played at her lips, as she sat down at the table. One of them met her gaze, giving her a small wave. She laughed a bit, returning the wave. This night..was turning out better than she expected. She could feel a newfound confidence flowing right through her and enjoyed the feeling. She stole a tiny glance over at the dance floor, then glanced back at the neighboring table. A few moments passed, a smile still touching her lips.

"Cat, I, we brought you a Gin and Tonic and something a little bit stronger; Chocolate Martini. I have one, too, so you won't be alone." She looked up to see a shaggy-haired fellow standing with Peyton. He smiled at her, and she couldn't help but to smile back at him. He does have piercing blue eyes, that is a couple of points in her book. She pulled the Chocolate Martini closer to her and took a small sip. It wasn't bad. "Would you like to dance with my friend here? It's her birthday, she just turned 21." She nearly gasped, but managed to stop herself. Peyton lied, but the look on the guy's face..meant he bought it. She flashed him a shy smile and their eyes met.

"I would love to." he replied, and her heart fluttered a little. She slowly took another sip, nodding her head yes. "Well then...shall we?" she answered.

[robina]

Peyton smiled, watching the scene unfold. She loved a good ending to a terrible day and this was turning out to be a great ending. Peyton watched as Cat, finished off her drink and they walked off to the dance floor. Hopefully Cat would remember what they were setting out to and by the end of the night…that plan will have changed.

Peyton walked over to the DJ booth and smiled sweetly as the security let her pass by. The DJ took his head phones off completely enveloped by Peyton’s presence. ”Hey, can you do me a huge favour, please?” She watched the DJ smile slowly as he nodded his head. ”Great, can you play Womanizer...like right now? Or at least as soon as this song is over?” He nodded his head, turning back to his equipment. She smiled devilishly, knowing the song would be on any second. She made her way back to their table.

Feeling a little flirtatious herself, she glanced over at the table where all the guys were standing around. She sent a cute young guy, well, he was probably 25, with great brown eyes and thick looking dark hair that was a bit too long to be conservative. She caught his eye, a sparkle in her own, as she lifted her chocolate martini and took a small drink. Her eyes were saying everything she wanted them to. She turned away, watching Cat and the blonde guy.

”Hey, I’m Brayden” The dark-haired guy said, stopping at her table. She let her smile widen, ”Peyton,” she replied, turning to look at him directly. ”Want to dance?” she asked laughing, ”Or would you rather stay here and drink?”

Before she could wait for an answer from him, he had her hand in his and they were making their way to the dance floor, near Cat. He was just as bold as she was. She was impressed. For someone who seemed inept at ‘dirty’ dancing, Cat was doing a damn good job. Peyton turned away from Brayden, pressing her back to his chest; moving with the beat, grinding up against him. She glanced up and caught the look that passed across that bastard’s face as he watched Cat grinding against the blonde hottie.

Peyton had only known Cat for an extremely short amount of time but already felt like they could be very good friends. Cat was shy and almost…conservative. The complete opposite of Peyton, who was outgoing, random and oozed sexuality, even when she was wearing sweat pants and sweaters while she’s jogging in Central Park. She knew she needed someone to bring her down to earth sometimes and Peyton knew Cat needed someone to help her let loose every now and then.

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

The shaggy-haired guy held out his hand to Cat, with a smile, she then slid her hand into his. She let him lead towards the floor and stopped not that far from where Nathan and the blonde were. As a smile tugged at her lips and her heart was racing, Cat began to move her hips. "What's your name?" she asked, leaning up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. She felt his hands slide down to her waist. "Aaron." he whispered back. Cat's upper body started to follow her hips' example, swaying to the music. A brief moment passed, then he took ahold of her hand and turned her around..so that her back was up against him. A gasp escaped from her lips, being more outside her comfort zone.

Aaron must've sensed her hesitation, as he slowly wrapped both his arms around her waist. "Don't be nervous, I'm not going to bite...unless you ask me to." he said, trying to reassure Cat, as he started moving his hips. She then chuckled a little, her hips now moving to match his pace. She glanced over at her and Peyton's table, seeing that she already found a dance partner of her own and was making her way towards them.

She smiled, managing a little wave, as she looked back in front of her. It was then, she caught sight of Nathan glancing over at her. Her smile grew a little bigger, as she slowly reached up to caress Aaron's neck...while keeping eye contact with Nathan. Eat your heart out, Nathan.., she mused, as Aaron's hands touched her bare stomach. A wave of shivers shot through Cat, she gently bit her lip. She stole a glance at Peyton, silently thanking her for this night. She was enjoying herself, a first in a very long time.

Cat could feel Aaron's warmth seep into her, and she enjoyed the feeling. If only Nicole could see me now..., she then thought. She would be so proud. She slowly rested her head onto Aaron's chest, her hips still swaying. The look on Nathan's face was quite priceless, looking as if he just crapped himself. Cat then blew him a little kiss, as her other hand slowly went and covered one of his hands on her stomach. Aaron lightly nudged her head to the side and then brought his lips down to brush against her neck.

[robina]

Peyton saw the heat practically poured from Cat and the blonde. She saw the kiss Cat blew to the asshole. She shook her head, Cat was a lot better at being outgoing and adventurous than she gave herself credit. Peyton smiled devilishly as she watched the colour drain out of that assholes face. ”My work here is done,” she thought, turning around to face Brayden. He was looking down at her with a devilish smile of his own on his features. She figured she could bring that smug look down a few pegs, she moved up more onto the tips of her toes and brought her lips to his in a soft, yet very demanding kiss.

Peyton pressed her body against his, moving sinuously around him, as she moved her face from his. The fire was in his eyes, and hers. She liked the flirting happening. Although, she knew it couldn’t go very far, because everything considered, she did get Cat into what she was into. So, she had to keep at least a partial eye on her.

The song changed as Peyton was moving away from Brayden, however slowly. She kept her hand in his, and he followed her back to her table; which, surprisingly, still had their drinks on it. She took a quick sip of each drink, noting no difference in any of their 4 drinks due to drugs. Standing there, smirking at Brayden, Peyton downed her chocolate martini, while she kept her eyes on Brayden’s own.

Her eyes trailed away from the man in front of her to her new friend who was, it seemed, not making her way off the dance floor; although, she couldn’t really tell if Cat was staying to dance or if she was coming off the floor to finish her mix of drinks. She turned back to the very good looking Brayden ”So, Brayden…you come here often?” Peyton watched him take a swig of his beer, she couldn’t tell which kind as she couldn’t read the label, as he contemplated her pick-up line. It was a pretty bad one but it was still a pick-up line. With her martini finished, she started on her Porn Star, sitting in front of her with a maraschino cherry sitting with a straw through it. The spark in her eyes told him she was interested. The spark in his told her, he was, too.

The difference is she was only interested to an extent, not until she knew Cat was safe, fine and enjoying herself. Peyton would not leave until Cat told her she was okay to be left alone. Keeping one eye on cat and the other on Brayden, she brought her drink to her lips.

[fallenangel]

It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away

Cat smiled in triumph, watching the color drain from Nathan's face and his jaw slightly drop. A shiver crept down her spine, as Aaron left a feather-light kiss on her neck. She then glanced over at her new friend Peyton, who was already locking lips. Nice..., she thought to herself, as the song ended and another one began. A moment passed, then Aaron's hands slid from her waist. He then took her hand and turned her around to face him. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." he whispered, pointing towards the bathrooms. Cat nodded her head, giving him a peck on the cheek. She watched him go, then turned to see her friend gone. She glanced up, to see her back at the table. She decided to head over there, to wait until Aaron comes back.

Then, someone grabbed her by the arm and whirled her around. "What the..." she started to say, then her voice trailed off when she saw it was Nathan. A quick glance behind him and she saw the busty blonde standing there, her hands resting on both her hips. "Nathan, what a surprise..I thought you told me you had to work..." Cat said, sounding all calm and collected. The grip he had on her arm tightened, making her nearly wince. Cat's heart started to pound, out of slight fear and anger.

"Cat..babe..., what the hell are you doing here?" She slightly grimaced, when he called her 'babe'. She tried to wiggle out of grip, but he wouldn't let go. "Having fun. Isn't that what we planned? But wait..you asked for a raincheck, because you forgot you traded shifts.." she replied, a little bit of her anger seeping through into her tone. She then tried to slip out of his grip again, and this time, he let her go. She rubbed her arm, her eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, but I see you dancing with him..you're supposed to be with me, Cat." he snapped, pointing a finger at her chest. Cat glared at him, smacking his hand away. "Bullshit, Nathan..no wonder why your eyes are so brown..'cuz you're full of it..." she then answered, resisting the urge to smack him.

She glanced over at Peyton, as she downed her martini. Then, a hand gripped her chin tightly. "This is between us, Cat. There is no need to call for your little ho of a friend. Is she the one that put this idea into your head?" he replied, putting his face inches from hers. She stomped on his foot quite hard, with the heel of her shoe. He winced, letting go of her chin.