Cotillion. /what we've all been waiting for/

[Nick Aaron Stone]

Nick chuckled a little bit as he held her a little bit closer. "I wouldn't feel very you know good about dating her because she is Danny's ex and all." He smiled when the one strand of hair got into her face.

He lightly brushed it out of the way and said "I don't want anything to harm that beautiful face." Nick knew what he wanted and he was quite the charmer. When the song finished he asked her "Want to go on a walk through the gardens with me?"

[Taylor Clear]

Danny's ex. That seemed pretty damned irrelevant right now, and why did boys even care about those kinds of things? And why was she even thinking about it? She should be thinking about... well, what were you supposed to do if you were in a situation like this? Taylor had absolutely no expierience. At all. Zero. Zip. Nada. So she let out a little laugh. Pretty pathetic, but it was something.

"I wouldn't want anything to harm that beautiful face."

Oh, god. She really was sort of living in that far-off fantasy. This was too good to be true, and the what-ifs were still there--but everything else was sort of going out the window. Wow. Her mind was kind of a blank all except for that one word, and it was hard to process what he said next. But she did--believe me.

"Want to go for a walk in the gardens?"

"Um," she said intelligently. The right word would have been "duh" but just because she was blond didn't mean she spoke like a cheerleader. Save it for the valley girls. "Yes."

[Nick Aaron Stone]

Nick offered Taylor his arm, knowing that every parents eyes would be on them when they left the dance floor. It was like they all were prisoners in this stupid thing , only a handful of people actually wanted to be there. He silently sighed and shook his head a litte bit so he brown hair went out of place. He felt better with a little bit of disorder in his life. "Take my are madam?" he said, faking a British accent and doing horribly at it. Maybe that was just another part of his brilliant plan.

[Taylor Clear]

Taylor smiled, still in her so-called 'happy place.'
"Yes, you may." She said in a bad British accent to rival Nick's. She was up for anything tonight, and he was doing a good job of helping her forget. It was all about coming out of the box you kept yourself in.
Her blonde hair made a whoosh noise as she looked over her shoulder. Everyone was staring at them. A pink blush crept up to Taylor's cheeks, but a sparkling grin came with it. She joined her elbow with his. "So where, exactly, are we going?"
Obviously she didn't mean anything naughty by it.
This was still Taylor Clear that we're talking about.

[Adrienne Martin]

Adrienne was not in the mood for this. Not at all. This was the last place she to wanted to be. In this stupid white dress, doing a dance she didn’t like, she just skipped her entrance, deciding she didn’t want to go. And when she saw Rachel’s red dress, she nearly died. Rachel was too pretty for Adrienne’s liking, with the red and everything. It didn’t help she that she didn’t even have a date. It was one thing to be stood up, it was another to come alone. That sucked.

What was more surprising then the fact that she was just a big ball of jealousies? Her dress. With its high cut v-neck line, and the low hem, it was just not Adrienne’s style. Then again, what would Adrienne’ s style be after all of…that?

So where is she now? Over there, In the farthest conner, next to the bar, downing, on inhaling alcoholic beverages.

[Jimmy Carlin]

Step by step he neared, his palms sweating and his heart beating faster. Seemingly several minutes later, Jimmy stood before the glass doors of the Montez hotel. Just an hour and five drinks before, he had been alone at the Rose bar thinking about whether or not he should ‘pop in’ at Cotillion. He had finally made the wise decision on showing up, something had been telling him all night—all week long that it would be the right thing to do. And no, he was sure as hell not dressed him some tux. A simple pair of Abercrombie cargos was attached to his lower body, hanging loosely and so...Jimmy-like. And a Hollister polo hugged his torso. What a pretty boy.

Smelling of alcohol, the under-aged drinker pushed open the doors and casually made his way towards the large room in which they were holding the big dance. He then stopped in front of the door, hands stuffed into his pockets. He suddenly felt...childish? He was only here for one thing; he was chasing after a girl whom had recently pissed him off. His feelings for her have yet to change, and that was why he was here that night.

Taking up an interview with Jimmy, you may ask him how he was feeling at the very moment. In reality, asking him for an interview would only have him telling you to fuck off, but if he were to get emotional and what not, he might even admit he was...scared? Nervous? He, of course, was not going to know what Rachel’s reaction was to seeing him. Maybe she’d just look the other way; maybe she’d just smile and go on with what she was doing. For all he knew, she could be in there right now all over some guy. It wouldn’t exactly break jimmy’s heart, but it wouldn’t tickle. Now, there was only one way to find out.

Removing a hand from his left pocket, Jimmy pushed open the lightweight door and stepped inside.

His gaze must have shifted a million times, almost being dazed by how many people were swarming the room. It wasn’t too hard to spot Rachel though. Her dress stood out like a big red balloon in a mix of whites. He smiled, but it quickly faded as he saw her with Lauren. Were the two friends again? Shit, look at what he misses. Trying not to make so much of a scene, seeing as he was not properly dressed and wasn’t hoping to get thrown out, Jimmy took a seat on the chair closest to him. He glanced around the room for Spencer, spotting her with Ryder and a couple of other people. Returning his view back to Rachel almost instantly, he smiled again, leaning forward in the chair and letting his elbows rest upon his knees.

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[Ryder Hill]

"We shall," Ryder grinned, already escorting her over to where his eldest sibling was located. It seemed him and Amber had taken a break from dancing, and were currently over to the side having a conversation whilst sipping champagne. Smoothing out the jacket of his tuxedo, he paused behind the two, reaching a hand out and tapping the male on the shoulder. "Taken to disarming women instead of men on the front line?" he asked, a bit of amusement playing about his lips.

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Turning upon hearing the voice, Clyde raised a brow, a small smile etched on his face. Glancing light blue eyes from Ryder and down to his beautiful date, his smile widened a bit. "You know me," he told his brother, though put his hand out to Spencer. "This must be the gorgeous lady Amber's been telling me about. Leaves me to wonder what she's doing with you," he smirked, taking her hand in his and placing a soft kiss on the back of it -- gentlemanly gesture. Nothing to be thought about, as he did it with everyone of the female gender -- from teenagers to elderly women. [/color][/font]

"I've been wondering the same thing bro. Guess she sees something in me," Ryder grinned, leaning against the wall. "Spencer, Clyde. Clyde, Spencer," he did the introductions, though it was obvious each was aware of the other's name. [/color][/font]

Covering a small yawn, Amber sunk away a bit, sitting down on a nearby chair. She was bored, quite frankly, and knew right then she'd made the wrong decision to even show up. It wasn't like she had any friends at the place besides family, and she wasn't inclined to walking up to anybody and becoming acquainted either. Placing her elbow atop the table, she rested her chin upon that, allowing the three to talk without her. [/color][/font][/center]

[Rachel Louise]

Rachel smiled at Lauren, handing her the glass of champagne. An almost defiant smile was upon her simply peach-glossed lips. Red would be too much with the dress. She couldn't completely stand out.
Um, honey, you think you don't already?!
The smile faded as she noticed the tall figure entering stage left, the door. Shit. She knew only too well that hair, those eyes, the style--shorts and a polo shirt, casual, sticking out in the crowd--just like her. She tried to ward the offending blush off her cheeks, but she couldn't. Rachel looked back down, her hands clasped around the thin, delicate neck of the Baccarat champagne glass, imported straight from France.
Cotillion seemed to be a right for memories, because more came back to Rachel and she couldn't stop them. That fight made her ashamed. What had she been doing? Throwing a temper tantrum? Obviously not thinking. She had ruined her chances with Jimmy, a guy she thought she cared about. Regrets weren't her style, because she got everything she wanted either way--except for tonight. Except for him.

[Elizabeth Martin]

Her attention was quickly devirted back to Cole, as his voice played in her ears.

“I’m so sorry. That was rude. Anyway. Adrienne. She had a problem. In New York, she went to go see her mom, “ She couldn’t do this now. This was not something to break to your boyfriend at Cotillion. “ and there was a problem. I can go in to detail and everything at home. I promise.”

Elizabeth took a breath, and then sipped on her drink. Slower then she normally would have. Not lady-like slow, but old lady-like slow.

[Spencer Carlin]

“Nice to meet you.” Spencer spoke, ignoring the comments about her being with Ryder and how they both could believe it. She didn’t know why the two had said it, she knew that Ryder could probably do better than her, but she wasn’t going to press the issue. Okay, so, all of the Hill boys were absolutely gorgeous. Spencer was definitely lucky. She smiled at her thoughts, watching as Amber shied away to take a seat near by. Well gosh, for such handsome boys; you’d think they’d be gentlemen’s towards their own cousin, but I guess boys would be boys.

Returning her gaze towards the two brothers she wondered if the two needed some ‘catch up’ time. After all, Spencer wouldn’t mind letting Ryder go off with his brother for some time, she could always find someone to talk to and what not. Letting her view be exchanged from person to person about the room, her eyes fell upon her brother. ‘Shit, what is he doing here?’ she thought to herself, glancing towards Rachel for a moment and then back to Jimmy. What a loser. He was still so into her, but Spencer never thought of it getting this far.




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[Jimmy Carlin]

It was a definite that Rachel had noticed he had been there. Yup, it was just like he though; she would only turn away. Dammit. So, had he really ruined all chances with her? It was most likely to be that way, but hell, this was Orange County, unexpected things happened all the time, right? But maybe this time he had really blown all chances. He was in fact a screw up, this isn’t the first time that this has happened, but it is the first time he has felt so strongly about someone.

Feeling the urge to get up and talk to Rachel, Jimmy involuntarily stood and started to make his way towards Lauren and Rachel. He’d have to play this cool, and while the thoughts of ‘cool’ ran through his head, Jimmy would most likely make a fool of himself. After scrambling his way through the crowd, he came upon the bar that the two girls were at, parking himself beside Rachel.
“Uh, you do have vodka gimlets, right?” he spoke to the man behind the counter; unsure as to whether they were serving alcoholic drinks. He then turned to Rachel, keeping a straight face, no smile, no nothing. He didn’t know what to say to her, and he wasn’t sure how. He then looked over at Lauren then down at his hands that were folded upon the counter-top.

Turning around so that his back leaned against the counter, he stuck his hands into his pockets and starred out blankly at the crowd of people. He really didn’t care about receiving his drink; after all, it was only his ‘cool’ plan.

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[Amberlynn Rogers]

"Pleasure's mine," Clyde told her, just then releasing her hand. "Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy your night...You and I, will catch up tomorrow," he informed Ryder, patting him lightly on the back. Nodding his head to the both of them, he wandered over to where Amber was, turning the chair beside her. Seating himself, he pulled his slacks up a bit at the thighs, making sitting down a bit more comfortable. "Something the matter?" he asked intuitively, one brow raised. He could always read her the right way, mostly because they were the closest of the bunch. In essence, he was more like a big brother to her than a cousin.

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Not looking up at him, Amber rolled her shoulders in a mini shrug, instantaneously shaking her head in the negative. "No. I'm ready to leave though," she told him, inching her chair closer. Laying the side of her head against his chest, she closed her eyes, feeling him drape his arm over her shoulder. Maybe they could go hit a club or something. /Anything/ other than this bullshit event. [/color][/font]

"Yeah. Later," Ryder murmured as Clyde left. "About that drink now," he said slowly, leading Spencer over to the bar, further down it from Jimmy. Through the corner of his eye he caught people disappearing, and he smirked. He could figure what they were going get up to. Ordering himself a drink, he wrapped his arm around to Spencer's opposite hip. "What you having?" he inquired, figuring he could order it for her unless she wanted to do it herself.

All in all, Cotillion wasn't as dumb as he'd thought it would be. Sure there were many places he'd rather be than around a bunch of rich snobs, but in a sense he was happy he came. If not only for Spencer, but for him doing something completely out of the norm for him. He hadn't even shown up to his senior prom, having had much better things to do with his time than dress up, dance like an idiot, and lay somebody. Sure he had been doing the latter, but whatever. Leaning against the side of the bar, he pulled Spencer a bit closer to him as he surveyed the dancing couples. [/color][/font][/center]

[Nick Aaron Stone]

Nick lead Taylor out to the gardens and said "I don't know, just around the gardens, it's pretty boring in there." He sighed and put on a puppy dog face as he said "I think Olivia dedicated me for some other guy." he then made it look like he was sad and needed to be comforted, when he couldn't really care less. He meant to ask Taylor to this stupid thing but when he was going to ask her she was with a bunch of other guys.

[Spencer Carlin]

Leaving Clyde with a small smile, Spencer walked along side of Ryder, now almost hating her dress. Why did it seem that whenever you get all dressed up, you sweat like crazy? She hated it, but always had stuck it out in the past. This time was no different. Cotillion wasn’t /that/ great, but being here with Ryder made up for all that. She was happy he showed up, even more happy he had chose to dress up even when giving him the opportunity of doing the opposite. It made her feel like he actually did care for her. It had been a while since she had felt this way, considering she didn’t just giver herself to any boy.

Coming upon the bar, Spencer let her hands be placed upon its smooth top, glancing towards Jimmy for a second. Her face remained straight, not know her feelings for why he was there. She then shook her head and returned her view upon the bartender behind the counter. She personally wasn’t sure of what she wanted to drink and shrugged. “Uh, you order for me, I really don’t know.” She said, looking up at Ryder and then back to her hands.




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[Rachel Louise]

Rachel closed her eyes, preparing to turn around and face the awkward moment that had to come sometime. She couldn't avoid Jimmy forever, even though the damage she had done could probably never be fixed. Telling herself that they could be best friends again, the way they were before, would be like exiling herself into the land of denial, and having to live her.

For just a second, she tried to memorize the way this felt. She knew it was him. She could smell him--he always had the same scent around him, and she could never exactly place what it was. Way better than even Jeremy's favorite Hermes Eau De Orange cologne, though.

She turned and had to steady herself. It was like looking at him from a distance made her forget just how movie-star gorgeous he was. Not to mention tall. Words wouldn't come to her. Goddamnit, she was Rachel Schellenberg. She was supposed to have all the answers, always! Why were words failing her now, of all times?
"Um, hi."
Fabulous.