-may 7th: Robert's Fuc.king Sweet 18
Rob always throws the HOTTEST parties. be there or be...a complete loser.
where: Club Blue {private}
wear: sexy attire
host: the infamous Robert "Chuck Bass" Samuels
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Well... so much for a party. The place was packed, but I hardly recognized a single face among the crowd. I figured that with all the drama going on at school no one would bother to show up... I'm sure some would be around though.

Whatever, I thought to myself on the bright side. I guess I would be flying solo... what the h.ell was the point in that? Okay, well a couple of shots and I might as well head home, I ended up concluding. 

The strobe lights pulsed in the darkness and the music's beat was loud and raging. Near the bar though the sound was softened to a dull humming. The sound of glasses clinked upon the counter-top here and there as I swiftly took a seat upon a leather stool. 

Nodding to the bartender for the usual he soon slid a shot glass down the bar and into my head.

"Well, here's to nothing," I toasted to no one in particular... and unexpectedly someone clinked glasses with mine. My eyebrows creased into a confused frown as my head swiveled to the side. A boy with dirty blonde hair smiled at me charmingly before knocking back his shot glass, slamming it down onto the counter.

Then he turned back to me, urging me with his eyes to follow suit. And so I did. The liquor slid down my throat easily with that slight kicked I was longing for. Letting out a satisfied sigh, I set down the glass beside his. He smiled with content, waving the bartender over.

"Another two shots please," he ordered in a sexy tone. "And this is on me."

"Are you sure?" I asked politely. "I could pay for this myself."

"Trust me," he laughed softly. "I insist."

The alcohol trickled into our glasses and soon refilled once more.

"Cheers," the guy raised his glass.

"Cheers," I echoed. Another shot soon passed my lips.

"Another round," he called out again.

While the bartender made his rounds, I couldn't help but observe this guy curiously... who was he? 

"I feel like I've seen you around before," I mused.

He watched the liquid being poured into the glasses hugrily as he answered. "I'm Ryan. I'm sure you've seen me around Monroe."

"That's why you seem so familiar," I laughed in sudden realization. He was handsome guy that towered among everyone in the hallway. "I wonder how come we've never met before."

"Well, I've taken a step back from the social scene lately," he shrugged casually. "I just came out tonight to wish Rob a happy birthday."

"How sweet of you..." I grinned sweetly.

"Charlotte?"

I frowned once more, glancing over my shoulder. A drunken Damon was to be found staggering towards me, carrying an empty glass in hand.

"Charlotte... - Where have - you been - all this time?" he hiccuped unsteadily, reaching for my arm.

"Damon, leave me alone," I hissed. "You're a sorry sight right now. Being drunk and all."

"Well, I can't help but drown my sorrows after both you /and/ Summer left," he suggested in an accusatory tone. "Come dance with me, Char."

His grip tightened on my arm. "Stop, Damon! I don't want to dance with you."

"Dude, leave her alone," Ryan piped in, standing up hastily.

"Why don't you back off, pretty-boy," Damon slurred, glaring angrily at Ryan.

"Damon, just leave me alone... please," I begged as his hand holding on tighter to my arm.

"Let go of her!"

Next thing I know, a small scream of pain escaped my lips and following that the pain was soon relieved. Damon fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, with Ryan's fist falling back to his side.

"Oh my god," I breathed in disbelief.

"Come on, let's get him outside," Ryan suggested calmly, already pulling an unconscious Damon onto his shoulder for support.

"Alright," I nodded hurriedly. People were staring at us as we walked towards the exit of the club... here comes the gossip.

xoxo Char
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