Never Gonna Leave This Bed // Maroon 5


To catch up on my character/others in this story:

in celebration of the beginning of the party season, jay gatsby is hosting his first major event of the year at his luxurious mansion. Make sure to be seen here, because this can make or break your popularity in the Hamptons. Dress to impress, enjoy lobster and champagne, and party hard into the early morning hours.


8 pm. The sun had just set and there was a warm breeze blowing in through the windows. It was that time of year again when the best of the best, and the worst of the worst made their way to the Hamptons for the infamous parties and equally infamous scandals. The best and most notorious parties were always held by /THE/ Jay Gatsby. You’ve probably heard of him if you’re the least bit interesting. The thing about Gatsby is that nobody really knows who he is and that makes his parties all the more alluring. Sure, everyone knows he releases a vicious gossip article every week about those who reside in the Hamptons but they don’t know who he is or where he came from. His origin and occupation are unknown but that’s what makes his parties so amazing. You don’t need a long back story or a ridiculous history like all the other families living in the Hamptons. He’s new and he’s fresh. If people knew his story it would ruin the mystique of his parties and no one wants that to happen.

“Rita, can you zip me up?” Pippa asked gently pulling her long blond hair over her right shoulder.

Rita placed her cigarette in the tray and zipped up Pippa’s dress. “Thank god we’re back here,” Rita said taking a swig of her martini, “I love the City but there is nothing like a Gatsby Hampton party.”

“You’re just happy to be back because you have someone waiting here for you,” Pippa said putting her lipstick on. 

“What are you talking about?” Rita asked taking another drag of her cigarette.

“The hot mechanic. You two are inseparable whenever you’re here, it’s disgusting,” Pippa said with a smirk.

“Oh please,” Rita rolled her eyes, “Noah does not wait for me. When I’m here we have a good time and when I’m not, well, that’s on him. He has his own life and I have mine.”

“Yeah, maybe you should tell that to David,” Pippa said taking Rita’s cigarette and putting it to her mouth.

“Dave is a grown man and a good friend. He can make his own decisions,” Rita said knowing fully well that wasn’t true.

“Mmhmm, sure he can,” Pippa said smirking.

“Let’s get out of here,” Rita said grabbing her friends hand and heading for the car.


“If I don’t see you the rest of the evening, enjoy yourself, dear,” Pippa said grabbing a glass of champagne, a guy, and she was off. 

The night had barely begun but the party was already out of control. There were people in the pool and singers and loud music and laughter and alcohol and well… poor judgment everywhere but that’s what people do in the Hamptons. that’s what people do at a Gatsby party. Rita grabbed a glass of champagne and knew exactly where she was going. Up the grand staircase she went until she reached the third floor and down the hall there was a door, a plain door that no one would think of looking behind. Beyond that door was a small alcove decorated in plush tapestries and then there’s another door. Rita touched the familiar handle and it went ‘click’ as she opened the door.

“Hi boys, it’s been a while,” Rita said putting her cigarette up to her smirking lips.

The smoked filled room stopped and turned to face the only woman in the room. In the center of the room was a poker table filled with familiar men. Rita sauntered toward the table and took her seat. This was how she always started her evenings at a Gatsby party. She wanted to assert her dominance early in the evening to make sure the men knew she was not someone to be messed with. She was the alpha male and wouldn’t back down for anything. She wasn’t necessarily great or even good at poker but the men always got caught up on, well, Rita’s ‘appeal’. A few hours later everyone around the table had folded their cards in Rita remained with another, illusive man. You know the kind, tall, dark, handsome, sort of handsome Russian mob guy. 

“Ready to fold,” Rita teased over her cards.

“Not at all,” he said taking a swig of his drink.

“Leave us boys,” she said to the others. They looked around the room at one another in confusion and shock. “Leave us,” Rita said sharper. And so they did. “Now,” she said getting up from her seat and walking toward her opponent, “where were we?”

“You were just about to fold,” he said leaning back in his chair with a devilish grin on his face.

“Oh no,” Rita said sitting on his lap, “I don’t think that was it at all.”

“Are you sure?” he asked wrapping his arms around her waist, “Let’s just forget the game.”

Rita gave a small laugh and said, “Not until you fold, dear.”

Her opponent sighed and then said “fine, I’ll fold.” He threw his cards down onto the table and then Rita smirked at him and stood up.

“I didn’t think you’d give up that easily. Such a shame, I can’t stand a weak man,” Rita said heading for the door. She suddenly paused and turned around and added, “I’ll take my winnings in cash.”

Rita left the room in triumph and descended the great staircase with confidence and a smirk. It was just past midnight and people were still arriving at the party. She recognized a few people from last season and some new faces as well but there was one face in particular she had not seen yet but she knew exactly where to find him.

The evening was chillier but with all the bodies and movement in Gatsby’s house it was so hot indoors everyone was gleaming with sweat. As soon as Rita walked outside on the back terrace a cool breeze hit her face and she continued to fight her way through the crowd occasionally stopping to make small talk with a few familiar faces and to have a few drinks. She was making her way toward Gatsby’s garage. She knew he’d be there and sure enough, he was. With her martini in hand she made her way over toward the opposite end of the garage where he was lying on top of the car.

“I wondered how long it’d take you to find me,” he said turning his head to reveal a devious smile.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I had other things to take care of first,” Rita said raising her eyebrow.

“Part of me thought you skipped out on coming this year,” he said sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the car.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Noah, I live for this time of year,” Rita said with a laugh.

Noah simply nodded and pulled out his cigarette and lit up. He held out the pack to Rita and of course she took one. They stayed in that position for a few minutes just letting the silence and smoke fill the room. Sure they talked but they were good at silence too. There was no need to catch up with each other. Noah hopped off the car and moved closer to Rita. He pushed her hair behind her ears and leaned in to kiss her. She backed up but eventually hit the car and gave in. it had been nearly a year since they’d been together…. much too long.

“Let’s get outta here,” Noah said pulling himself away.

“Come on,” Rita said grabbing his hand and flicking her cigarette on the ground.

The season had gotten off to an excellent start. Let’s only hope the rest of it is like that.


Oh my goodness I am so sorry this took so long to get up! I couldn't figure out how I wanted to end the story and then I wasn't making a set that I liked. So sorry if this is all just icky. 

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