Laura Stanley was not new to New York. Her party spot was at Neon Blue, one of New York's notorious dance clubs. Right now the club was filled with back to back dancers. She was amongst the thick of them grinding and bumping into other dancers, she was on her fifth martini and it was the night before New Years. She knew she should have stopped after number two, yet, the sweet succulent taste rolled between every taste bud which drove her senses mad. She paid the bartender five bucks to watch her purse, shoving her money into her bra, where it was safe. Laura, had no idea where or when she had lost her hat, and that made her very upset. It had been her favorite hat, it had panda ears, and was black and white. She was knocked out of her dancing, wild thoughts by a young stranger who made her wish she hadn't. He was taller than everyone, and had a goofy smile on his face; he was bad news.

She turned on her heels ran to the bartender shelled out ten bucks and he handed over her purse, everything intact. She swung it over her shoulder swiftly walking over to the bouncer, 'Ted' wasn't that his name? "Hey Ted!" she shouted, he looked up from his scanning of the crowd. He saw her and smiled, waving her over. She cupped a hand to his ear and whispered "Hey Ted, that tall guy he's following me, do you think you could hold him up for, I don't know, ten minutes? Long enough for me to get away." Ted was looking for the man as she spoke, his eyes found him and he only nodded. "Bye Ted!" Laura yelled over the music while running out the door, heading for her newly owned apartment, three blocks away. Laura heard sirens and a loud bang of the club door, the police ran up to the door, shoved the man who had been following her into the back seat and drove away. Ted winked at Laura and she waved thankfully, turning around and walking around the street looking for something interesting.

"You're leaving already? Sheesh, Yollanda, it's not a school night, in fact we still got several weeks!" a brunette sighed to the blonde.

"I am sorry Sherry, but I really am tired. Thank you for inviting me out though." Yollanda smiled at one of her friends.

"You can at least wait past midnight silly. It's New Year's Eve after all." an African American girl replied.

"No thanks Natalie. You can stay though, I wouldn't want you to spoil your evening."

The group groans. Yollanda had met up with her friends from college at Pink, their favorite club. It was Christmas vacation and the girls decided to stay New York City to spend the holidays there. Yollanda didn't really have any family so she was staying at a friend's house. When school starts back up again they would move back into the dorms. Yollanda didn't like the night life much and wanted to go to bed. It took her a few more minutes, but she finally got them to let her go and she started to walk back to her friend's house. She had a spare key and couldn't wait to get back. Her feet were hurting. As she walked along she turned the corner and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh I am sorry."

((Opening for anyone.))

Adrianna was walking down the streets of New York, which seemed much more busy than usual seeing as it was New Years eve. Adri was walking to the bookstore to pick up the book she had ordered when she felt her phone ring. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, making her look and see it was her co-worker, Sarah.

"It's New Years you should come out with us." Sarah said. "Some of our clients are here and asking about you."

Adrianna smiled shaking her head. "Nah, I think I'll pass. I am just gonna go to the bookstore then probably head home."

"Adri, you're 21 years old and trying to go home on, New Years Eve." Sarah said trying to make her see reason. "Look just try to come to Pink's after you get your book. Please, please, please..."

Adri laughed. "Alright!" She said trying to stop her begging. "Let me just get what I need, go change and I'll try to get there." She said before hanging up shaking her head at Sarah's antics.

Adri walked into the bookstore deciding to browse real quick and see if there were and title's that interested her. Just as she reached out to grab a title another hand did as well.

Zac was walking down the street, on his way to Neon Blue. He didn't know why he went out with his friends. He knew they were just going to ignore him and make out with their girlfriends. It always happened. He wondered if they even were his friends. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets, looking at his feetbas he walked. He bumped into someone.

"Oh I am sorry." She said.

"It's fine." He mumbled. "Not your fault. I wasn't paying attention..." his depression made him take the blame for everything, even if it truly wasn't his fault. It was just simply a fact of life that he dealt with.

A shot glass was slammed upside down on the table. The buzzcut black haired man sat on one side of the table, a rougher looking man wearing a big brown, ripped up jacket sat on the other. They had been at this for about five minutes now. It all started because of a girl. 'obviously' The buzzcut man was dancing with a girl and then mr. brown jacket rolled in and took her out of his care. Needless to say, this upset buzzcut and he immediately challenged him, and after about twelve shots each, they were looking shaky. It was brown jackets turn. He swallowed a hiccup and reached for the glass. In one swift, but clumsy motion he picked it up and downed it. He flipped it and smacked the table. His eyes were starting to roll and Ryan knew this guy wasn't going to last much longer. Buzzcut looked shocked that brown jacket had lasted this long, but he looked like he had more in him.

One more shot was on the table and it was buzzcut's turn. So far, fourteen down each. Buzzcut picked the glass up in three fingers, probably because he couldn't feel the other two. He moved it to his lips and tipped the glass. As soon as he did this his head dropped and so did the glass. It shattered on the ground and the contents spilled all over the floor. Ryan, who was sitting at a safe distance on one of the bright blue couches, with a random girl, grinned in victory. The only thing he knew about this girl was that her name was Phoebe. Phoebe bent over and kissed Salem.

Lets back up a few minutes.

"Hey, my names Ryan," he said while taking the seat next to her. He was dressed in a black vest over a white button up shirt and black slacks. The shirt was buttoned up to the second button from the top and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. She seemed totally uninterested in this club. Without allowing time for a response from this mystery girl he said. "You look quite bored." He said as he took a sip of his drink. The girl looked over and smiled. "Yeah, well, this isn't really my scene, ya know? Idiots getting drunk doesn't really excite me." Ryan chuckled and nodded, "That girl over there is my roomate, and she insisted i come out on new years eve." she said with a frown, as she waved to her friend. Her freind was getting hammered. This was about the time he spotted the two men having a seat at the table for their little challenge. He also noticed, his new lady friend had an empty glass.

"Why arent you drinking anything?" he asked. She didn't seem like she had an aversion to alcohol. She shrugged, "I'm broke" she said with a half pathetic smile. Ryan smiled and looked back at the men, recieving their first shots. They seemed like they could last a while. He looked back at the girl. "I have an idea of how we can turn these drunk idiots into something more interesting." mischeiviously " See those two guys taking shots over there" he pointed. "If the bigger one with the buzzcut wins I will pay for all of yours and your friend's drinks tonight." The other man was smaller, and didnt look like he had much of the advantage, but he looked like he had a few drinks in his time. "but... if the other guy wins... you have to kiss me, right here." he said. This was kind of reaching, but she had been giving him a 'im interested look' and he decided to act on it. He knew this wasn't going to go anywhere, but he kind of wanted to see if this would work. He smile and held out his hand to shake on it. She quizically stared at him and then shook his hand... "Deal, Im Phoebe by the way." Ryan smiled and turned his attention to his wager. He knew the little guy wouldn't win without help so as one of the shot carriers walked by he pulled him aside and handed him a ten dollar bill. "If you can make sure the big guy gets some... more potent stuff about halfway in, theres more where that came from." he patted the mans shoulder and sent him on his way.

And now we are back to the present. Ryan's kiss was interrupted after a few seconds by a tall goofy man being thrown out the door. Phoebe backed away, blushing. "Uh, ive got to go. Heres my number" She handed him a piece of paper with ten numbers on it. Ryan shrugged and put it in his pocket. He watched the girl leave the bar with her drunk friend and never saw her again. "Hmm, interesting" he said with a smile. He put his arms on the backs of the couch seats and crossed his legs.

Lisa slid past people carefully as she reached the entrance to O'Riley's. She held her handbag tight to her front, overly cautious of the strangers around her. She didn't go out too horribly often, but just enough to know that places like this could hold some real creeps. Once she actually entered the bar, the smell of alcohol hit her head. She scrunched her nose and made her way over to the bar, lifting herself up on to a stool. Once situated, she stole a look at her phone to check the time.

In exactly 20 minutes, Lisa was supposed to meet up with a couple of her friends. she had a habit of being early, but this was a time that she regretted it. She didn't want to sit alone in a bar for 20 minutes. She didn't go out to often, but knew the types of people that hung around places like this.

"You want anything to drink, ma'am?" She was snapped from her thoughts by the bartender calling to her from a couple of feet away.

"Uh, n-no thank you! Not yet." There was absolutely no way she was drinking without someone with her. The results of her drinking were usually dangerous for her, either resulting in her blacking out or throwing up after more than 3 or 4 drinks. She couldn't handle alcohol for her life.

Sighing, Lisa propped her arms up on the counter and leaned her head on them. She would simply wait in silence and not disturb anyone else.

Adri smiled at the man who tried to grab the same copy of the book she was. "Oh I am sorry. Please." He said offering her the book. "I would never take the book from such a beautiful woman." He said grinning at her, looking her up and down.

Adri sighed internally, already having a feeling she knew where this would go. She shook her head smiling politely at the man. "No, really its okay. I actually have a copy of this at home...I just wanted a new one. You go ahead and keep it." She said softly. "Happy New Years."

Adri left the bookstore unconcerned with the fact that she didn't even pick up her order. Then her phone vibrated with a text, Hey! We're leaving Pink and heading to Neon Blue, so don't even worry about changing just head over. I know you are already dressed to impress as always ~ Sarah

"Okay...I guess that's better then Pink." She really didn't like that club to much, Neon Blue was definitely more to her taste and Sarah was right she really wouldn't have to go home and change. Her hair was straightened and she was wearing a nice fitting dress and heels.

Walking the short distance to Neon Blue, where Ted the bouncer was and he let her in seeing as she had come here before with her co-workers. Adri sighed looking around not seeing them at their normal table. She walked across the room to the bar asking for a martini, before going and sitting on the couch next to a guy with brown hair.

Gabriel smiled at Maddy. "Please! You cannot even handle your booz! No way that you could you have ten beers and not throw up." Her and her best friend was off school fro new years, sitting in Neon blues bar. Maddy snickered and said "I already had seven and I'm fine!" Her words were slurred and Gabriel tsk'ed jokingly. "Well go ahead and have ten, but I'm not dragging your butt back to the hotel when you puke." Gabriel and Maddy both laughed a bit, before ordering another beer for both of themp[".

About a half an hour passed before Gabriel finished her third beer, and Maddy had just had her tenth. Gabriel watched her, stunned. "Wow so you feel fine?" She said giving a small blink with her green eyes. "Yep." was all her friend replied with, giving a flick of her blonde hair. "Well, I guess all you lost was some of your unused blonde brain cells." Gabriel teased as Maddy ruffled the top of her hair, messing up her black head. "Aww your too cute." She said sarcastically, before Maddy got a sick expression over her face. Gabrie'ls eyes opened wide and her heart beated a mile a minute. "I told you!" She yelled out to her, before grabbing her arm and dragging her through the crowds of dancing people, to the bathroom. Shoving through the lines in the stalls, Maddy got into one free one and began doing what the ten beers did to her, all the while this girl behind us was complaining about "It was our turn!"

Walking from the Bathroom... well I guess more like stumbling, Maddy muttered in her slurred voice "I think I should go to bed." Gabriel was sad, but it was the best Idea. It was new years eve and it would probably be hard to get a taxi. Walking outside, they both tried hailing a taxi. Finally after fifteen minutes, she let Maddy get into the car and gave her tax fair. Waving goodbye, she slipped back into the club with a long exasperated sigh that she couldn't even hear over the loud music. She wore a black tank top, a red leather jacket, and grey skinny jeans. She wanted to take the jacket off as it was getting hot with all the people crowded together, but it would probably get lifted. Shrugging the thought off, she looked around before spotting an empty couch seat. Gabriel made her way over to it, swerving through the dancing people. Sitting down on it she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Maddy to call her when she got to the hotel.

Ryans eyes opened in surprise as the couch cushion moved. He had dozed off and was not expecting people to sit by him. He looked over at the intruder on his left and had to mentally command himself not to let his jaw drop. She was gorgeous... like supermodel gorgeous, without the anorexia that is. The bar was dark and he couldn't see her entire body particularly well but he faintly made out A tightly fitting dress, that did not hurt her gorgeousness. He raised his eye brows and turned back. He retrieved his drink from the table in front of him and took a sip.

He swallowed and was about to turn to talk to the stranger, when another woman... drunk... fell onto the couch next to him. He glanced over at this girl. She was beautiful as well, but he wasn't as awe-struck as when he saw the other girl. The fact that this girl was trashed kind of dropped her attractiveness factor. This girl soon pulled out her cell phone and began texting. She obviously was not interested in him at the moment. He turned back and faced forward.

After taking another drink from his glass he set it down and turned to the girl on his left. "Hello" he said. 'ooh, thats original' "What brings you to neon blue on new years eve? I'm sure a girl like you has better, more sophisticated places to be around here." once he said this his brain went into overdrive. 'shes gonna blow me off,' 'shes going to laugh and we are going to talk for hours' 'she is gonna ignore me and leave' All different scenarios ran through his mind, but he didn't show any of these thoughts on his face. He had quite a poker face. At least, this is what he was told. When he managed to make all of his friends poor at 'poker night'.

Adri turned around hearing some ask what she was doing here. She turned around noticing that the guy next to her was the one who had spoken. He seemed pretty good looking from what she could tell but she knew his type, internally she rolled her eyes, 'He's gonna be just like the rest stupid and trying just get in my pants with silly pickup lines. Adri decided to be nice, a little.

"I am here waiting for my co-workers, they are supposed to be meeting me here and what did you mean a girl like me? What kind of girl am I?" She asked wittily with a raised eyebrow trying to catch him off guard. They always fumble after this, they completely expect me to go for the first line. she thought to herself.

Adri was always dealing with guys like this, her friends thought it was something to be jealous about. She just hated the fact that guys thought she was an easy lay because of how she looked. All she wanted was a guy who was actually interested in more then the way she looked or the money she had, even the clothes she wore. Her mother was always sending men with all of those qualities her way, and she would grin and bear it through conversations and set up dates although she couldn't stand it.

She just wanted a guy who was interested in the her Adri as a whole, looks, personality and intelligence included but here in New York she had yet to find one yet. And this guy will be the same..Its a shame he's actually attractive

Yollanda cocked her head to the side and looked at the man she had bumped into. He was pretty good looking, but seemed to be a bit down. Maybe he had no where to go on New Years. The blonde couldn't help but try and cheer him up for it was in her nature to make people happy, even at her own expense.

"Well, I tend to be the clumsy type anyway. Um, I hope you don't think me nosy, but are you okay?" she asked with concern.

She couldn't help but ask herself a bunch of different questions. Yollanda had the habit of being naturally curious and she could remember one of her 'old' relatives scolding her for it once. Thinking of those times almost made her sad, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself. So she continued standing there, waiting patiently for the man's reply.

Laura was sitting with her purse between her ankles at O'Rileys. She asked the bartender for a full bottle of jack and she gulped it down fast. Jack was the only alcohol she knew wouldn't wear off in three hours flat, with jack she got about four. Before she knew it she was face down on the bar upset because for the second new years' in a row, she was alone. Even though she grew up here, she had always been the girl never to get famous, she used to be a nerd, always hanging out in Sandy's Book-Loft, but now she only sat alone in Neon Blue sometimes O'Rileys. It was so bad Ted the bouncer and Laura were on a first name basis. Laura being the nerd she was graduated tech school at the age of 21. Able to make money quickly and whenever she wanted online was a bonus for the young party girl; unfortunately boys never fell for those types, being a former nerd didn't help much either. Especially because even now she was always online via her phone, and laptop computer at home.

She was giving up, but finally she snapped out of her thoughts. Tonight she would flirt hard core, she decided. 'Maybe that horoscope was right' she thought curiously. Hopefully she'd make a few friends too, other than Ted. So she sat at the bar and waited for a guy flirt-worthy to walk in.

Feeling her phone buzz lightly in her hand, she jumped up from the couch and answered it quickly. "Maddy?" She answered with in a concerning voice. Hearing nothing but a slight mumble on the other end she said to her "Hold on, I'm going to try to find a quieter place." and with that, she left the club and went into the back alley. "Hey Madds, you okay?" she asked through the phone, her eyes worried for her friend. "Gabe, calm down. I'm fine, I took some medication." A sigh of relief left her lips. "Well I'm going to catch a taxi, Ill be at the hotel in f-" She was cut off by Maddy's frantic please of drunken state. "No! Stay there have fun okay? I'm fine. If I'm still up Ill call you for happy new years!" Maddy stated on the phone with a drunken Gabriel. "Hey but don't go all pukey like me, you ere the one who always handled her drinking properly. I bet all you've had was those three beers." Gabriel gave a small chuckle and said a goodbye to her friend before ending the call.

Gabriel leaned against the side of the doorway, taking a breather. She contemplated going somewhere else, but everywhere probably was just the same on new years eve. She might as well stay here for a few minutes to cool off.

She watched as drunken partiers walked by, slurring there words and yelling annoying and self centered thing, drinks all in hand. Crossing her arms, she looked up towards the dark sky, only hearing the yelling, traffic, and sirens that always filled New Yorks atmosphere.

Ryan smiled at this girl. She wasnt the usual street trash that comes in these doors day after day. He could have guessed this though. She combated his statement and he raised an eyebrow. She had obviously done this before. He quickly replied, trying not to seem like a playboy trying to bed some girl from the bar. "Well, what I mean is, you seem much too... put together, for this bar." he paused. "I mean, look around at the local populace of this place. They are all out to party and get drunk. You look like you've got self respect, unlike most of the girls in here." He was taking yet another inductive leap here. He came to this conclusion because if a girl sat next to him at a bar, usually they would be too drunk to sit up straight and fall in his lap. This girl did not, aaand she said "co-workers" instead of friends.

He then realized she probably wasn't there for him, and probably couldn't care less about him, but hey. who cares. Its wierd to just sit in silence with somone in a club. Might as well make conversation, even if it means getting blown off. He was never one for picking up chicks. The thing with the girl earlier was a fluke... not at all an unfortunate fluke, but a fluke all the same. He just didn't have the heart to lie to a girl just to get what she was willing to give up. This girl seemed like she had some depth though. That and she was absolutely stunning.

Adri tried to hide her shock at his answer, it was nothing like the ones she was used to hearing. 'He didn't even say the word hot or sexy once in that sentence...' She thought to herself. 'Maybe I was wrong about him, and he wasn't like I thought.' Adri took a small sip of her martini deciding to give him a break.

Besides she had gotten that horoscope today. Although normally she never followed them or even cared about the messages from the stars, this one seemed to really catch her attention. Open the curtain to you heart and you maybe surprised what you will find.

Adri looked around club already knowing she would see exactly what he was talking about. When her friends would drag her down here she would see the same thing and always refuse to be an easy conquest for men. "I try to make myself separate from them...although most people don't think that. Thanks for the compliment though...most guys say something about my appearance and try to coerce me into the bedroom, within 5 minutes of meeting me. " She said looking at him.

"I'll admit at first I thought you would be like them...but you have made me rethink my initial impression." She truthfully. This man had gained her interest and seemed to be worth her time, "I am Adrianna, but everyone calls me Adri." She said smiling softly offering a hand to shake.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. He internally high fived himself for not commenting about her beauty. 'good choice bro!' anyway, Ryan smiled at her comment. He could imagine that she got guys coming up to her every ten seconds giving her some crappy line that would barely work on some New Jersey floosie. She gave him her hand and told him her name. 'Adrianna...' he repeated in his head as he took her hand and gave a firm shake. He smiled.

"Well, Adri, I am very glad I changed your first impression, It would have been quite upsetting to be labeled as 'one of them'" he air-quoted his last words. He paused to take a drink. "So, when will your colleagues show up and whisk you away? I want to know how long we have before we never see each other again." He joked. He didn't know why he was talking like this. He usually wasn't this open romantically. Maybe it was something about this girl.

Adri smiled shaking her head, she looked at her phone. It had been about an hour since she got the text from them which made her frown slightly. "I don't know actually. They are actually coming with some clientele from the PR firm I work for, so they will most likely be a while." She said looking at him with a real smile, "So you have some time with me."

'This is different, normally its the other way around' She thought to herself. Adri didn't know what is was but this guy actually seemed sincere with everything he said, she didn't feel like he was the average guy. She didn't even know his name and she knew there was something special about him, something she liked. 'Speaking of which..' "Don't you have a name?" She teased lightly. "I'd like to know it before I am 'whisked away' by co-workers."

Zac blinked at her question. Always the same, is he okay, was he alright? He didn't know the answer to any of these questions. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't like this. He touched the metal bracelet on his wrist, running his fingers over the letters. His initials. He felt hollow thinking of the man that gave the bracelet to him. But in response to her question, he simply shrugged. "I could be worse." It was true. He had been much worse. But he wasn't exactly "okay" either. He saw that she had a thousand questions already forming in her mind, and sighed internally. Great, another person to attempt to get into my head. he thought to himself. The therapist was bad enough. He didn't need another one. He then thought of his horoscope. Letting others into your heart and mind is the key to your happiness. But that was stupid. He wasn't going to give his life story to this girl...

Then he noticed where exactly they were. It was a very dangerous part of town. "What about you, where are you going? You know, these streets aren't safe at night on your own." He said to her, his caring and protective side kicking into overdrive. He wasn't about to let this girl walk alone. He would walk her to her destination, then go on his way. Or maybe he could get her to come with him to Neon Blue... but that wasn't a good idea. He touched the heart tattoo on his neck.

Perhaps I was being rude. Wait a go, Yollanda. You're always too curious for your own good, Yollanda thought as she waited for the young man's reply.

When he did answer her, his answer sounded like her usual answer, I'm fine. In other words, it was true, but not the whole truth. Still, she wasn't going to press more. She was starting to feel nervous now. Here she was in the city of millions alone with a man she just met and the blonde hair college student didn't know what to say or do next. For some reason, she remembered her horoscope for today.

Opportunity knocks, so keep your eyes peeled and take hold of it when it happens.

She honestly didn't know what that meant and didn't know why she was thinking about it now. Her thoughts are interrupted when the man asked her where she was going. Her eyebrows raise up a bit. She honestly didn't expect that and wasn't use to it.

"Um, it's not a big inconvenience is it? I've walked home this way before. I wouldn't want to keep you from going where you're going." she said.

Zac listened to the girl's reply. He shrugged. "I'm not too excited about going to Neon Blue to watch all the other couple make out and remind me that I'm alone." He remembered that part of that was in a song he knew. He loved the song. I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head. They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed. Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone... That was it. That was the song. Not the song on his horoscope. No, that was country, and it was happy. Not like this song. He then snapped himself out of his thoughts again. He had to stop drifting off like that when talking to people. "You could come with me if you want, or I can walk you to where you are going. Either way, I'm not letting you walk alone." He looked for the pervade on the street that he knew were there somewhere. He didn't see any at the moment.

Ryan smiled at her when she said they had a while before she got taken away. He let go of her hand and took another drink. Salem raised his eyebrows when she asked him for his name. 'of course I forgot to tell her my name' he internally chastised himself. He laughed, He couldn't believe he forgot that. That is like... essential for conversation. He stopped yelling at himself in his head and spoke up. "Oh, sorry, my name is Ryan." he said "haha probably shouldv'e opened up with that." he said and laughed.

He leaned back into the chair stretching his back. "so, these associates of yours, are they all as well behaved as you? Or are you just putting on this charade until they show?" he asked with a smirk. He could imagine her freaking out when they showed up and, would start dancing like a street walker. He was fairly certain this wouldn't actually happen, but it was an entertaining image. He chuckled to himself waiting for her answer.

Adrianna laughed lightly. "Well Ryan, if you call drinking until they can barley put together a sentence then...no they aren't. They enjoy having a good time, as do I." She said softly turning towards him. "I just don't think its necessary to be completely drunk to do so. I can dance, have a enough drinks where I don't hinder myself and still have fun at the end of the night." She said with a smile.

Yes, Adri had just recently turned twenty one, no more then 6 months ago but had been drinking prior to legal age. The idea of being drunk just never appealed to her so she never really tried to be that way. That wasn't to say it would never happen. Adri liked being able to be poise and at her best when she went out.

She could foresee some interesting and fun conversations with Ryan, he was just as witty as she was and seemed to have a comebacks to match hers. "So the most you might see in a change is I may go on the dance floor more. The guys I work with like to dance with me and I like to dance." She said shrugging softly.

Adri looked at him, 'He's handsome, seems quite intelligent, and he's got a cute personality...it's got to be too good to be true' She realized she was probably staring and started decided to ask him a question that had been on her mind

"So Ryan, what are you doing here on this New Years Eve?" She said as she crossed her legs placing her drink on the table.

Ryan smiled as she talked about her drunkard friends. He also picked up on the sarcasm she put into the word Ryan. This was a very respectable answer. He didn't like to drink excessively either. It just made things messy, he thought back to the two men and their contest. 'messy'. She pointed out that her male co-workers like to dance with her. 'wonder why' he thought sarcastically. She stopped talking.. or more like just stopped. She seemed to have spaced out. She quickly remedied her status, and started conversation.

"So Ryan, what are you doing here on this New Years Eve?"

Ryan thought about that. He had lived here for a while, but he had never, really been out during New Years Eve. He never liked the crowd. He was out this evening because of an e-mail that showed his horoscope. He usually didn't read into that stuff, but he read this one. "your lucky color is blue. Don't miss out on the chance of a life time tonight. It won't be there forever." He didn't believe it, but figured, if it was real. This would be the best night to witness something amazing, so he went out. Consequently, he went to Neon Blue... his lucky color.

He didn't want this girl to know the real reason he went out... He never told anyone this kind of stuff. His hopes and dreams and all that jazz. He wasn't that open. So he decided to stretch the truth a bit. "A friend convinced me to get off my butt and have some fun, He kind of ditched me earlier, but its all good." he said. "I don't hit the clubs much." he admitted. That was true.

If he didn't want to go to Neon Blue, than why was he going there? Yollanda didn't like the club either. She and her friends had gone there a few times but it was too rowdy for their tastes. Also, Yollanda almost became a victim of a Date Rape because once when she wasn't looking some guy had slipped something into her drink and it was the only time she got drunk and passed out. This had happened when she arrived at the club early before her friends did and the local bouncer had caught on just before the guy could leave with her. Her friends also showed up too and ever sense then she always arrived with a friend or made sure she was the last person to arrive. It was also the last time her friends went to that club. Thinking about it, brought a shiver up her spine and Yollanda tried to blot it out.

Snap out of it! she tried to tell herself.

Looking at the man again she managed to reply, "Well, okay, you can walk me home than. I am staying at a friend's house that's several blocks from here. I am sorry, I honestly don't like Neon Blue."

Zac shrugged like he didn't care. "Whatever." Was all he said. Had he actually gotten his hopes up? He had been emotionless for years, and here he had been, getting his hopes up. Oh well. He was probably just going to ditch his friends anyways. He didn't need to look at all the displays of affection, and the completely discusting drunk ravers. Zac looked at his feet, and started walking in the direction that he noticed this girl had been walking. He stayed silent, contemplating. Should he just let this girl go home? Or should he beg her to go with him somewhere, anywhere she wanted? This was the first time that he had felt an emotion in years, even if it was hope followed by rejection. It was still feeling. And in the words of a famous band, 'I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.' Ah, he loved how music so perfectly fit everything in his life. He was constantly quoting music in his head.