Hit And Run by Lana Del Rey.
LA PARIS ACADEMIE, Azlyn Kingsley.

That's right kiddies, it's time to put on your most risqué costumes and head down to La Jeunesse for some scandalous fun. Did I mention that the hottest Vogue male models have been hired as waiters? Enjoy yourselves.

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Azlyn always felt fierce. There had never been a time where she didn't set a designer-clad foot out of the door without feeling confident. However, tonight, she felt...alluring and sexy, the most dangerous combination. She was a femme fetale, like one of the sirens who lured sailors to their deaths with their beautiful voices or a Victoria's Secret angel, strutting out of a giant Michael Bay-directed explosion. Or in her case, strutting down a dim chandelier-lit hallway with marble floors to the party in the ballroom, her Gianvito Rossi heels echoing loudly.

Loud dance music pumped from every speaker there was, while scantily-clad girls grinded on guys. Azlyn rolled her eyes. /Please, was this high school?/ She scanned the room and after a minute, decided to hit the bar, where she saw Yekaterina Chernykhov.

"Hey! How's it going?" Azlyn smiled warmly as she sat next to her friend in the chaise lounges.

"Couldn't be better," Yekaterina grinned, taking a sip of her vodka. "Good alcohol and hot boys, especially the waiters. I heard they were Vogue models."

Azlyn's eyes widened a little. "Get out!"

"I'm completely serious," Yekaterina chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason I came here," Azlyn winked, sliding off the seat and sauntered to order a drink and catch a glimpse of the rumored model waiters themselves.

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"You again?"

"Maybe it's fate that we're both here."

"I don't believe in fate."

Standing in front of Azlyn was Rocky, looking as dashing as always in his attire. He was holding a drink in his hands, which were scrawled with numbers from women.

"Let's go on a date. Maybe you'll give fate a second chance," he said, and shot her a wink and a cheesy grin.

Azlyn rolled her eyes. The audacity of him to still smile at her face and try to woo her after what had happened a few days ago. "Oh, honey. Just give up. I'm probably just another conquest for you, "The Unattainable One.""

Rocky laughed and set his drink down on the table. "Or, "The One." I'm not a player."

Azlyn scoffed and stood up, smoothing her Agent Provocateur bodysuit. "That's not what your side b-tches think." And with that, she walked away.

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INCLUDED (in order of appearance): @castiles.
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