Ready For a Night Not to Be Remembered.[Blaise]

[* Blaise]

Blaise grinned happily next to her, staring at Vienna. She was glad that she took this night off to have some fun, this was a blast! Vienna looked like she was playing hard-to-get. I hope that works for her...it most likely will. Evangeline looked across from her, examining her own dancing partner. His hair was barely sweaty but he looked uncomfortable.

"Is there something wrong?" She yelled loud enough for him to hear, the noise was getting rauceous as people were getting more drunk. Eva already decided that she was done drinking for the night, she wanted to be able to get hom ein one piece. The eyes staring back at her were apologetic.

"No, nothing's wrong, it's just I was looking for someone." He said this with a slowly disheartening tone. Evangeline's heart sunk. He's looking for someone else...so why is he dancing with me? "Oh, who are you looking for?" Angel shot Vienna a 'HELP ME!' look. She looked like she was having a great time with the boy and like she had just made some great revelation internally.

"I'm looking for my sister, she isn't supposed to be here so I'm making sure she's not. My name's Ryan by the way. Evangeline right? i overheard you and bone head talking." Disaster averted. just his sister. .

"Yeah. Dancing with strangers is not always the best idea."

"So why, pray tell, did you come out for a night of drinking and dancing? A pretty girl like you looks like she should be at a high class New Yorker party." Her laugh came out as a choke.

"Those parties," she coughed on her alcohol, "are stuffy and boring. And I wanted to hang out with Vienna here." She jerked her thumb sideways, acknowledging the gorgeous girl next to her. "Ryan this is Vienna, Vienna this is Ryan."

[Vienna Charavelli]

Oh boy does she know how to pick them. Vienna sighed, first she was looking for someone, then she got harassed by a drunk boy, and now her new guy was looking for someone. I don’t get how that works. I mean I swear to God some people get harassed more in one night then I do in a year. Bad luck, or did they somehow ask for it? Probably because she so gorgeous, things have to go wrong with gorgeous people to even out the playing field a bit. Vienna felt an embarrassed look come over her face as they told each other names. Vienna hadn’t asked for a name. Why, Vee thought, Why are names so important, I mean it’s not like it defines a person. She tended to forget even her childhood best friend’s name, like now, and that was someone you’d think she’d remember. But no, she remembers their friendship, her face, her laugh, and everything great. The girl’s name had nothing to do with her as a person. Emily, that was it, Emily a bland name for an extraordinary girl. There, she concluded. Proof names aren’t important.

Vienna groaned upper New York shouldn’t even be considered the same state, no; those kids had no idea what this place was like. Even the worst parts had an absolute beauty, the kids had soul, and character. The up-town kids were just eating caviar and getting drunk, these kids got drunk, krumped, showed off and had energy. Why eat fish eggs when you could be on the frontier of new dance styles, new competitions, new hope. All these kids had dreams, the worse they came from, the bigger the dream. If only they all made it. But the music, the poetry, the absolute art that came out of the crowded New York streets was amazing. And walking around you could never guess who the next big thing was; judging a book by its cover became work, not an immediate thought.

“Hello Ryan.” Vienna smiled quirkily. “This is….” She trailed off, never having got his name.
“I’m Kyle.” He said catching the cue. “Vienna what a gorgeous name, fits perfectly.” Vienna blushed and smiled at him shyly. This seemed to be a fine night indeed.

“Blaise!” She called energetically, “Are you ready for a crazy night or what?” She had a mischievous look on her face, bright eyes focused, her crooked smile fixed.

[* Blaise]

Evangeline held back a smirk. She looked Vienna straight in her eyes and said, "Of course!!", as fervently as she could muster. he body swirled around in circles, trying to get Vienna to dance with her. "Sorry boys, this dance is ours," almost immediatly the song changed into something with a strong bass and drum beat, something with rhythm. For the moment she lost herself in the dance. It was nearly more so intoxicating than the actual alcohol. Her movements deja vu'ed her back to Colorado. She remembered dancing across a bridge and running into her sister. They both fell on the ground. Her sis had been mad but when she saw the joyous look on Eva's face she could not help but join her in laughing. The petals from a nearby cherry blossom tree had floated down, mimicking Blaise's moves. Cherry Blossom tree always reminded her of her grandmother. Meema's most famous words for Angel had been, "People yearn to love to hate and love truly or hate wisely. You must watch your back because it makes them a bunch of rabid bears." Meema had been right. New Yorkers were a bunch of rabid bears.

For the umpteenth time this evening Blaise wondered why Vee was not the same as the rest of them. New Yorkers were known for being rude, a bit snobby from the Upper East Side and had a knack for throwing the best parties. So far Vienna seemed kind, generous, if not slightly analytical, and most of all...FUN. Eva was very glad she had met her this evening.

With Vienna she felt like losing it. She felt like going crazy and wild and letting out her inner sex kitten. Around her there was no need to expand the definition of beautiful because her aura made everything in sight glow like gold. In her psychology classes she had learned that beauty equals healthy but nowadays that window for what our minds think is beautiful is so narrowed. Here especially everything is coat hanger thin with straight blonde hair and a pouty mouth with that signature pout. Thinking back on it Evangeline wished she was back home. HOME home, not this place where she had created a life for herself. She wanted to tell Vienna everything. For some reason she wanted...and needed to be Evangeline Blaiser. Not Angel or Blaise or Eva. She wanted to be Little Lina again. Little Lina with a heart full of dreams and surprises. Little Lina with a great sense of humor and a confidence that brought tears to your eyes.

Her grin was the biggest it had been all night. Leaning away from Vienna for a slight moment she crushed her mouth onto Ryan's. Pulling away she saw him looking dazed. Catching him staring she said, "take a picture darlin', it lasts longer," winked and blew him a kiss before spinning away to catch up with the hysteria of the dance floor once more.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna smiled and danced with the slim redhead who she seemed to have become friends within a matter of minutes. That seemed to be how Vienna always made friends, if they didn’t click off the bat, they never did. Even in large groups of friends she never grew close to others because she was around them so often like other people; she stuck by the ones with initial friendship and seemed to get easily annoyed by the rest. From the beginning Vienna was loyal, she hated people who weren’t, while she didn’t expect people to go outside their comfort zone within 5 minutes of meeting someone like she would, she was bothered when they would claim they would never hurt someone and turned around to stab them in the back.

Spinning and swaying with music Vienna found herself contemplating the night, even though it was still young, her head was racing through the possible ways it might end. Swinging herself away from the beautiful Blaise, she spun closer to Kyle. She gave him a wistful smile and touched her lips to his and leaned in closer, hands moving into his hair at the eager embrace he had snuggled her into. She sneaked at peak at Blaise who had done the same. She started dancing again; as the beat picked up, throwing her hips first towards Kyle, then out towards Blaise once again. She giggled, feeling light, as if gravity decided to take a break tonight. Eva seemed to be thinking the same.

Vienna found herself embracing her looks, when she generally tried even harder to perfect them, though everyone else seemed to think you couldn’t get much closer than Vienna. Her blonde hair swung around her as she moved, in her face, and probably in other people’s faces too, she didn’t care. Vienna had always kept one idea in her head, whether or not society agreed, and it was that long curly hair was gorgeous, she didn’t go for the flat, straight look. How was dull, lifeless hair beautiful? It didn’t matter though; looks were in the eye of the beholder, not a person typing away at the computer, releasing a blog seen by millions, not an editor erasing the sides off an anorexic model by another inch or two. It was unique to a person, and she genuinely believed everyone had something absolutely gorgeous about them, besides their flaws.