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Basic Information
Name: Britt Murphy
Occupation: (Clothing) Model
Networks: Central Texas
Sex: Female
Current City: Dallas, TX
Birthday: July 27, 1990
Hometown: Dallas, TX
Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Interested In: Men
Looking For: Friendship, Dating, A Relationship
Political Views: Independent
Religious Views: Christian - Baptist.

Likes and Interests
Activities: SHOPPING!!!!! (for SHOES especially!!!!!!)
Interests: I have them.. does it matter what they are? :P Acting & acting crazy! :P Reading Listening to Music - SHOES! SHOES! SHOES!!!!!!!!! (did i mention i LOVE shoes??? =D)
Favorite Music:ANY!! (thats NOT old!)
Favorite TV Shows:Heroes, Cha$e, Ghost Hunters, Ghost Hunters International, Destination Truth, CSI (all of them), NCIS, Law & Order: SVU, Reba
Favorite Movies:Alvin & the Chipmunks, Eagle Eye, 17 Again, Night at the Museum, Transformers 1 & 2!!, Knowing
Favorite Books:Maximum Ride Series, Nancy Drew, Uglies Trilogy
Favorite Quotations:"Don't sweat the petty things & dont pet the sweaty things"
"Success is getting up one more time after each fall"
"That's what she said" xD
"My head isnt IN the gutter... it IS the gutter... wanna come play in it with me? we can get MESSY together!!"
"What horns?... oh you mean THOSE horns!.. Yeah they're just there to hold up my halo! O}=]"
"That's not totally gay, it's totally STRAIGHT!!!"
"No one likes me" "I do!!" "You don't count"
"24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? i think NOT!"
"Spoon..."
About Me:I'm a fun loving, spunky, preppy, punk =]
i can make anything from dressy to casual with a pair of jeans, the right shirt, SHOES! & accessories.

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Name Ray "MiamiDude" Jones
Sex Male
Birthday April 8th, 1990
Relationship Status Single
Interested In Women
Looking For Friends, A Relationship, Dating
Current City Miami, Florida
Hometown Slidell, Louisiana
Political Views Republican
Religious Views Undecided

Bio My name is Ray, I'm 20, and live in Miami, Florida. I am a very successful business professional, prioritizing order and stability in my life. I like to read and walk on the beach every night and am currently single.

Favorite Quotations "No one cares what you know until they know that you care."
"Dare to know. . . " - Immanuel Kant

Employers R.J. Enterprise Technology [June 2008 - Present]
C.E.O.

High School Sidell High '08

Networks Sidell High '08, Miami Beach, Miami, R.J. Enterprise Technology Worldwide

Music Anything really. I like classical music the most.
Movies Elf, Clash of the Titans, Transformers, . . . etc.
Television Fox News, Bones, . . . etc.
Books Mystery, Suspense, and the like. . . etc.
Activities Reading, working, texting, surfing, walking on the beach. . . etc.

Email r.j.enterprisetech@hotmail.com ; MiamiDudeJones@yahoo.com
Yahoo IM! MiamiDudeJones@yahoo.com
Aim MiamiDude@aim.com
Mobile Number 13052993876 ; 17866110058

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Name: Sebastian Rembrandt
Occupation: Writer/Musician
Sex: Male
Current City: Seattle, Washington
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Birthday: December 13, 1985
Relationship Status: Unmarried
Interested In: Women
Looking For:
Political Views: Independent
Religious Views: Christian - Baptist

Like and Interests
Activities: Reading and Writing
Interests: Music, Literature, Poetry
Music: Classical, Progressive, Jazz Fusion
Books: The Foundation Series; Alas, Babylon; Ender's Game; Empire; Altered Carbon; Broken Angels; Woken Furies; Sabriel; Lirael; Abhorsen
Favorite Quotations: "I do not know with what weapons WWIII will be fought, but I do know what WWIV will be fought with: Rocks." - Albert Einstein
"If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything."
Movies: Serenity; The Truman Show; Star Trek Generations; Star Trek: First Contact; The Pink Panther; Return of the Pink Panther; The Pink Panther Strikes Again; Revenge of the Pink Panther; Trail of the Pink Panther
Television: Firely; Babylon 5; Star Trek: The Next Generation; Castle; Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; NCIS

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Name: Valentina Love Snowson
Occupation: Fitness Trainer to the stars
Sex: Female
Current City: Manhattan, New York
Birthday: March.07, 1987
Hometown: Long Island, New York
Relationship Status: Dating
Interested In: Men
Looking For: Friendship, Dating, A Relationship
Political Views: Democrat
Religious Views: Christian - Catholic

Likes and Interests
Activities: Attending to clients, Yoga, Pilates, Target Shooting, cooking, shopping and clubbing
Interests:organic and healthy living, reading, surfing the net, cooking, Baseball, Boxing, A little of Muay Thai, beaches and falls and my dogs!!!

Favorite Music: Enya, Pop
Favorite TV Shows:Glee, Ghost Whisperer, ANTM, PRunway, Martha, Barefoot Contessa, Everyday Italian, Giada's Weekend Getaways, Forbes Luxe 11, Ghost Hunters,
Favorite Movies:Coach Carter, Mean Girls, All Adam Sandler Movies, Snakes on Plane, All great Zombie movies,
Favorite Books: GossipGirl Series, Harry Potter, Paulo Coelho Books and Dan Brown's
Favorite Quotations: "The worst walls are not the ones that block your way. The worst wall are the ones you create around you."
"Adam and Eve clothed when they sinned, then why should you condemn me for being naked?"

About Me:I'm easy going and love to go on adventures and just live life to the fullest.
I'm A Fan of: Giada De Laurentiis, Ina Garten, Yoga, Pilates, Green Tea Frappe

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Name Sophia Isabella Rodriguez
Sex Female
Birthday October 2, 1990
Relationship Status Single
Interested In Men
Looking For Friends, A Relationship, Dating
Current City Chicago, Illinois
Hometown Chicago, Illinois
Political Views Indifferent
Religious Views Christian - Baptist

Bio I'm Sophia and if you want to know anything, then ask me.

Favorite Quotations "If your hand was a cup, could you adapt?" - Siebs
"The Lord is my refuge in times of trouble."
"If Pinocchio said his nose would grow, would it?"

Employers U.I.C. Campus Cafe [Fall 2009-Present]
Waitress

High School Banner Academy South High School

Networks Banner Academy South High School '09; University of Illinois at Chicago; Chicago, Illinois

Music Anything but I tend to stick towards Christian music. KJ-52 is my favorite artist.
Movies Sherlock Holmes, Iron Man, Iron Man 2, Beauty and the Beast, Anastasia, Mamma Mia!, Titanic, Enchanted
Television BONES, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Military Channel, Glee
Books Anything by Ted Dekker, Dee Henderson, Frank Peretti. . . etc.
Activities Texting, parties, sleeping, reading, watching TV, . . . etc.

Email Sophiababy@yahoo.com (chatroom) ; SophiaIsabella@yahoo.com (personal) ; S.Rodriguez@yahoo.com (professional)
Yahoo IM! Sophiababy@yahoo.com ; SophiaIsabella@yahoo.com
Mobile Number 13125038219

(Love the profiles people! :D Time to start!!!!)

I get out of the cab look around. 'The Four Seasons hotel... Very nice,' I think as several porters come up and take my bags out of the trunk of the cab. I walk inside and smile at the doorman with a slight nod as he holds the door open for me. I flip my sunglasses back on top of my head and nod appreciatively at the stylish lobby. 'This'll be the perfect place for us to meet,' I think. 'Logan and I planned this out well... Too bad he couldn't come... Oh well...'

I walk up to the front desk, a smile on my face.

"Hello," the cheery receptionist says.

"Hello," I respond, pulling my wallet out of my purse. "I'm here to check in. I have the Ty Warner Pent House." I hand over my ID and watch the recpetionist's reaction as she compares my ID to the reservations.

"You're Miss Brittany Maipham?" she asks looking at me almost incredulously. "But you're only 18!"

I just smile and nod. "That's me." The receptionist just shakes her head and mumbles something under her breath about working at the hotel for years now and not even stepping foot into the penthouse once but an eighteen year old is staying in it indefinitely right now. She hands me the key card and my ID back with a smile.

"Please enjoy your stay with us Miss Maipham," she says as I take the keys.

"Thanks, I will," I respond and walk to the elevators with the porter who has my bags. We ride up to the top floor, the cute porter trying his best to divert his eyes from my reflection in the elevator. Not that I blame him. I look good today. I smile inwardly looking at my appearance in the relflective walls of the mirror. Auburn highlighted hair pulled back and clipped to the top of my head with whispy tendrils framing my face, my dark sunglasses pushed back on top of my head, Gucchi purse hanging from my shoudler, short Louis Vuitton skirt that show off my slender legs and low cut, light blue Chanel shirt that accentuates my boobs and flatness of my stomach with a matching pair of Jimmy Choos. I sure don't look eighteen. Definitely more like the twenty year old I told everyone I am.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, bringing me out of my thoughts. The porter quickly gets out with my bags and opens the door for me. I smile with thanks at him. "You can put them in the bedroom," I say, looking around the huge penthouse. I take out a one hundred from my wallet and give it to the porter with a flirtatious grin causing him to blush and murmur a quick thanks before swiftly taking his leave. I plop down on the ultra plush couch and pull out my hone, texting all the people on my list of who's meeting to tell them to come up to the penthouse as soon as they've checked in to the hotel.

There was no sound coming from the deserted house, but an air of despair and disaster hung thickly around the house as Blake neared the door. He couldn't believe he had lost that stupid bet! It was an easy enough win, but he'd lost track of himself . If only--

"Oye! Sophia, are you ready to leave yet?"

Sophia lifted her head from her book to see Isaac standing in the doorway, beckoning her to come with him. Shoot! She'd forgotten. They had planned to ride the bikes to the O'Hare International Airport. She glanced at the clock and hurriedly put her book on the coffee table.

"Si, si. Lo siento!" she apologized, grabbing her slip on shoes and throwing them on quickly. She grabbed her small bag, threw her book in it and started towards the door. "Vamos!"

Isaac chuckled and threw her keys to her as she ran towards him, then proceeded to grab her around the waist. "Relax. We're not running behind. The sun will be up plenty longer, hermana." It was a family rule that they avoid riding at night, so the point of leaving early was so that they could both reach their destinations in the light of day. He smiled and handed her her helmet.

"You can never stick to one language, can you?" she joked lightly, accepting the helmet with a smile.

"No, no puedo. Pero, neither can you," he said, tugging her hair a little then running away.

She shook her head then took off after him, almost running into her dad on the way out. "Oye! Sophia! Isaac!" he laughed, moving out of the way.

"Ay! Papa!" Isaac replied, the door slamming behind him.

"Cheater!" Sophia yelled as she patted her father's arm in passing, a smile thrown his way also. "Wait up!" she yelled, running out the front door.

Isaac was already on his bike, throwing his helmet on. "Come on, slow poke!" he yelled through the helmet. Sophia knocked the top of it on her way to her own bike and got a laugh in reply. She put on her helmet, started her bike as Isaac started his, and nodded towards him. They both revved the engines then took off down the road into light of the sunset.

Several hours later

New York City. A vast, noisy city that was beautiful despite its general bad reputation. Sophia stepped from the plane and went to the full wall windows across from the gate to look out on the city. It wasn't an eye sore like her father had insisted, but it was noisy and bright like her brother had said.

She laughed and pulled out her phone, turning it on swiftly. She dug through her leather jacket pocket for her other phone, also turning it on. Since she knew she was going to be listening to some voicemails, Sophia went ahead and sat down, setting her bag between her feet on the ground.

Her Verizon Palm Pixie Plus vibrated several times, several indicators flashing on the screen. There were several new text messages, two voicemails, and five missed calls. She sighed and looked at the Droid Eris - also from Verizon - noticing how it had only two text messages and no missed calls or voicemails. She checked the Eris first, reading the text from her Mother, Mary-Sophia, and the one from Isaac, her brother. They were simple ones that said, 'Be safe. Have fun. Call me when you land.' Her brother had also taken the time to add, 'Don't get pregnant,' which was a running joke with her family.

She placed the Eris back in her pocket for now and turned to the Pixie. She decided to check the voicemails first. This was her all-call phone, so most of the voicemails were from old highschool acquaintances and from work. She laughed at one from her friend from the University. She hadn't given her her private number because she didn't know her well enough, but she was sure that wouldn't be an issue for long. The voicemail was her friend jokingly complaining about having to work double shifts at the cafe, which during the summer wasn't all that busy.

After listening to all of the voicemails, she viewed her texts. The most recent one was from Brittany Maipham. It was telling her to meet her up in her room at The Four Seasons hotel. She'd actually sent the word 'penthouse' and that made Sophia smile, glad she wouldn't be too packed in. A bunch of her Facebook friends were supposed to be meeting here and small rooms would be the worse for the group.

I'll be there soon. Sophia sent in reply.

Her other texts were just Facebook updates and various meaningless texts from her more emotional acquaintances. She ignored them and placed the phone back in her pocket on vibrate. She grabbed her bag and left the airport, calling for a taxi at the crowded street corner.

This will not be one of the more favorable aspects of vacation. . .


[Oye!= Hey! ; Si, si = Yes, yes ; Lo siento = I'm sorry! ; Vamos! = Let's go! ; No, no puedo = No, I can't ; Pero = but ; Ay! = Oh!]



Ray had just stepped out onto the balcony of his room at The Four Seasons hotel when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled the blue phone out to have a look and saw a text from Brittany Maipham. It was telling him to come on up when he got there. He chuckled at the irony that he was already here, but took a deep breath of air before he conceded to going inside.

The hotel bed was covered in organized piles of clothing, his wallet and pocket knives sitting in the midst of everything. He put them in their respective pockets and dug through a side pocket of his bag for the small black phone. He turned it on silent and slid it into a small pocket on the side of his jeans. This was going to be a long night, so he also made sure to grab his car keys; it wasn't that he didn't trust the security of the room, but he thought he might need them. He also made sure to grab the keys to his truck as well, sliding them into the pocket with his smaller phone.

With one glance around the room, he went to the small room safe and made sure it was locked. He thought for a moment and then unlocked it, putting the truck keys and smaller phone in the safe, admitting that he wouldn't really need either tonight. He shut the safe door but didn't turn the dial.

With one last look, Ray stepped from the room and headed for the elevator. He leaned against the railing on the way up, but stepped out quickly, gaining his surroundings. With a slight pause, he knocked on the penthouse door of Miss Brittany Miapham, his hand straightening his collar after he'd finished.

He had to look his best for the lady. It was what most women expected from a southern gentleman. Luckily, he'd cleaned up before leaving his home. He was clean shaven, his hair brushed but still a little windblown, and he wore light blue jeans, a white t-shirt covered by a tucked in red flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a plain brown belt, worn in hiking boots, a watch and a cross necklace. He looked like he was from south of the south, he figured. Why not play with that impression a bit?

My phone goes off, STARSTRUCKK by 3OH!3 playing loudly, signaling I got a text. I walk over to my phone and see I got four texts back. One from Isabella, one from Kody, one from Alicia, and one from Malcom all saying they'll be here soon. Anotehr text comes in immediately afterwards from Casey saying he's just checked in and is going to put his bags away first. I reply back to all of them with an "OK :)" then hear the someone knock on the door. 'Cool, someone's here already!' I think as my heels click across the tile flooring of the entrance way. I quickly check my reflection in the mirror then answer the door, smiling. "Hi," I say, my breath catching slightly. 'Damn he's gorgeous...' My smile turns slightly charming and brighter. "I'm Brittany, otherwise known as Britt or to some even StarCatcher, depends on how we've met. You're from Facebook though right?" I step back from the doorway to allow him to come in. "You're the first to arrive."

"G...L...A...M........ O...R...O...U...S, yeah.," My Blackberry cried as soon as I got a text message.
I dried my hand with a towelette and lazily grabbed it from the small side table by my tub, I opened the message and it said:
4 Seasons, Penthouse.

It was from Brittany Maipham, the girl whom her father enrolled to my program.
He explained that maybe it will give her daughter some direction. But he told me to first be-friend her. What better way to know a person than Facebook?
Luckily, she's into some kind of group.
She could be nice, her father looked like a dictator and "i-don't-care-about-other-people-just-money" kind of guy. Who can blame him? Money makes the world go round.
But I could give her the benefit of the doubt.

I placed it back on the side table and luxuriously dipped my body till my neck into my milk bath.
Every month I try my best to pamper myself for a 1/2 real milk and 1/2 moisturizing milk bubble bath.
I guess it had to go to waste for this evening.

I stood up and stared at my naked body in front of a large mirror by my bathroom.
Another point for me.

I removed my cotton bathrobe from the rack and wrapped it around my body.
Walked over to my closet and scanned for an outfit that wouldn't make me look as if I'm the oldest person in that penthouse, if ever.
My phone cried the same tone again, who could it be?
I gracefully walked back to the bathroom and picked up my phone.
"I'LL SUE YOU ONCE I FIND SOME EVIDENCE AGAINST YOU AND MY HUSBAND!" an angry message from who I supposed was Chairman Yamamoto's wife.
Get over it, I'm not even interested with your husband, let alone touch him. I thought disgustedly.

And then I remembered the paper bag her husband gave me 3 weeks ago.
Of course men adored me, but that doesn't mean I have to actually accept their offers.
Gifts were okay. But that doesn't mean they got me already.

I opened the black glossy bag and pulled out two boxes.
I removed the bigger box's lid first and a beautiful Marchesa indigo silk embroidered strapless dress shone from inside.

Then I opted to open the smaller box. In it was a pair of Endless Strapless Bra set from La Perla.
He expected too much from me, poor old man.
Oh well, at least I have something to wear for that rendezvous.

As soon as I finished dressing myself, I applied a little of La Mer (can't use too much, it costs me 4 valuable clients) and dark eyeliner on my peepers.
Grabbed my black Manolos (thank God for Bluefly.com) and grabbed my coat off the rack, keys and Miu Miu clutch off the counter.
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Maybe this girl will be the key to my very own car. I thought silently as I hail a cab in front of my apartment's building.

"Four Seasons. On the Double." I demanded intently to the cab driver as soon as I got in, as if he was my own chauffeur.
I can get used to this. A coy smile escaped my lips.
Manhattan lights shone from the street and into the window of my cab.

After a few good minutes stuck in the city's traffic, the cab halted in front of the ritzy Four Seasons hotel.
I pulled a few wad of bills from my clutch, got off and headed towards the entrance.
Many men gave me more than a second glance as I struted inside the hotel.
But sorry darlings, I meant business tonight.

The receptionist was about to call me but a guy in a suit, who looked like the manager raised a hand towards her signaling that he will handle me.
He gave me a flirtacious smile and pressed the elevator button for me.
"Good evening, Miss?" He tried his best to impress me by strategically positioning his name pin with the word MANAGER for me to read.
"Snowson. Valentina Snowson. I'm here to meet Ms. Brittany Maipham at the penthouse," I seductively gave him my answer.
DING!
The elevator has arrived.
"Ladies first."
"Merci"
Soon, we were the only ones inside the elevator cart.
He could be cute. Why not give him a chance? I wondered.
He faced me and intended to say something.
But soon the elevator doors opened after the signal sound.
He wasn't able to continue whatever it was he wanted to say so I gave him a peck on the left cheek and slowly slipped my calling card into his coat's inner chest pocket.
I slide out of the cart like a ghost, the elevator closed leaving him with a shock on his face.
No need for me to glance back. I know I left him with the same expression like all the men I met.
I pressed the door bell and waited for what I know will be one of the best party of my life.

Sophia stood, two minutes later, on the same street corner, waiting for a taxi to stop for her. The one thing she'd quickly learned to dislike about New York City was that cab drivers did not stop all the time, even if they had no passenger. It annoyed her, frankly, but it was their money to lose.

Frustrated, Isabella slammed her foot against the ground, still waving towards the oncoming taxis, hoping one would stop. Good thing I'm still in tennis shoes. . . she thought, remembering she hadn't yet changed. She let her arm drop, letting it rest, and looked around for another option.

"Hey! Taxi!" a male voice called out. Sophia looked for the culprit and found him glancing at her. She was disgusted and moved to call him on it, but a taxi stopped beside him. Infuriated, she began trekking towards him, intending on reading him the riot act if he took the taxi.

"Ma'am, here's your taxi," he said politely as she neared him. He grinned at her and held open the door, waiting on her to get in.

Shock. That was the only thing Sophia felt right then. She overcame it though, insisting that her bag be left in the seat with her instead of letting the man put it in the trunk. He had been sweet and nice enough to get her a taxi but there was no way she was trusting him with her bag. New York City had that reputation of being deceitful in some of the most obscene ways.

"Thank you, sir," she said, sliding back over to smile at him. He nodded and shut the door. She looked back and saw him hailing his own cab further down the block.

"Miss, the meter started when you got in the car. Where to?" the taxi driver asked with slight annoyance in his voice.

"The Four Seasons Hotel. If you can get me there in less than ten minutes, you'll receive a generous tip."

"Four Seasons it is," he confirmed.

It took a little under seven minutes to reach the hotel, the traffic being unusually light. Either that or the driver had managed to slip on through in order to receive his tip. Sophia reached in her wallet, paid him the amount shown on the meter, and handed him a fifty dollar bill. It wasn't the most generous she could give, but it was generous nonetheless.

Once inside the hotel, she headed straight for the front desk, receiving her room key with barely a smile from the woman working the counter. She did notice that she was getting several looks from the guys passing through. She didn't mind. She was used to it. She just hoped one of them wasn't the 'follow-you-and-rape-you' type.

Isabella threw her bag on the bed once in the room. She was only on the fifth floor, but the view was still fair for her tastes. She quickly unpacked the items from the bag and found what she was looking for. It was a Bench Hazy Vest top that she'd bought recently for a dressy-casual dinner party.



Since she was already in jeans, she left that pair on, changed into black shoes that resembled sandals but were open-toed heels. She rummaged through her bag, added a silver chain belt over her top, and sprayed some light perfume. She fixed her hair with her hand, checking the mirror to make sure it didn't require a brush. It didn't.

Satisfied, Isabella grabbed her room key, wallet, and both phones. She turned them on silent on her way to the elevator, placing them in her pockets, while her room key found a spot in her wallet. Several minutes later, she arrived at the penthouse floor.

She stepped from the elevator and noticed a woman waiting at the door. She felt like she should know her, but didn't recognize her at first. She thought about it, and decided to take a chance and ask.

"Hi," Sophia said with a smile. "You're Valentina Snowson, right? I'm Sophia Rodriguez."



Ray gave Brittany a charming smile when she answered the door. He had to admit, she was very cute. He hesitated to say beautiful or gorgeous, but only because in the past it had gotten him torn to shreds.

"Miss Maipham," he nodded in response to her 'hi.' He chuckled silently when he realized the catch in her breath.

"I'm Brittany, otherwise known as Britt or to some even StarCatcher, depends on how we've met. You're from Facebook though, right?"

"Yes, ma'am." He held out his hand, allowing his smile to shine brighter through his eyes. "Ray Jones, but some know me as MiamiDudeJones," he laughed. He shook her hand, noticing the texture of them. "You look very nice, Miss Maipham," he complimented as she let him in. He was intentionally being overly polite, hoping it would increase his status with her. He couldn't deny that he wouldn't mind a date or two with this woman. His southern drawl was probably just as convincing as he was making it, but then again he wasn't laying it on thick either. Ray knew the price of over compensating. If he slipped, even once, he would be caught, something he'd rather not go through.

She'd said he was the first to arrive, a fact he'd expected. He walked around, noting all the ins and outs of the penthouse and seeming particularly interested in the furniture. "Nice room. Did you pay for this yourself?" he inquired. It was a casual enough question, right?

"Thanks, and yes I did," I say, closing the door as he looks around.

Knock knock knock knock!

'Of course, right after I close the door,' I think with a quiet laugh, opening the door again. I smile brightly when I see the twoo women at the door. "Let me guess... Valentina Snowson and..." I pause and think for a second, "Sophia Rodriguez. Right?" Y'all are the second and third ones toarrive, y'all go ahead and come on in, make yourself comfortable."

Nice legs! Daisy dukes! Makes a man go woo-woo! All the people on the street know woo-woo woo-woo! my phone cries out.

I blush slightly and quickly stride over to my phone, picking it back up off the couch from where I had thrown it on to earlier. It's a text from Jordan immediately followed by one from Crystal, both saying they've just checked in. I reply back to them a quick OK, then turn back to my just arrived guests, only to see four others step off the elevator behind them - Kody, Alicia, Casey, and Spencer. I beckon them in as well then decide to leave the door open so the others will not have to knock and wait to come in once they arrive.

"So, as everyone knows. I am Brittany, otherwise known as Britt or StarCatcher. Depends on where we've met. Most of you I've met through Facebook. Most of you might not know each other. Some might. So... How about I order room service and everyone can mingle and get to know each other better." I smile as a couple of cools go around the room. Out of the corner of my eyes I see two guys get off the elevator - Malcom and Tyler. I motion for them to come in and quickly tell them what I just told the others. They smile and say thanks then move off to talk to some of the others. I walk over to the hotel room phone, which just happens to be where Ray is. I smile at him, a light blush starting to form on my cheeks.

"What do you think I should order? Two of everything?" I ask with a short, quiet laugh.

Ray nodded politely, accepting Brittany's confirmation of having paid for the room herself, while he studied an abstract painting.So, she's rich. . . he thought absently.

Ray stifled a laugh when he heard Brittany's ringtone on her phone. He turned around to notice that several others had begun filtering in. Some of them he knew from his connections on Facebook, and some of them he didn't quite know that well. He knew Sophia, Kody, Alicia, Malcom, and he recognized Valentina and Casey. The others he did not know nearly at all. This, however, did not bother him. He would make sure that he knew each person here quite well by the end of the night.

As Brittany spoke, he studied the faces, trying to read their psychological expressions without seeming too obvious. Ray stood by the phone, listening politely as Brittany invited everyone to mingle amongst themselves while she ordered food, one of the favorable aspects of a party, in his opinion. Consequently, his position by the phone forced Brittany to come in his direction again. He grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets absently, noting anything he could about her.

Ray noticed how she walked, the way she intended to or did not intend to flirt with her movements, the light blush creeping into her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes, the excitement glowing in her expression. He couldn't help but stare at how well-together she was. One realization struck him though. There was no way she was twenty. She had to be younger, not that that bothered him at all. He chose carefully not to call her out on it right then, knowing it would only harm his relationship with her.

"What do you think I should order? Two of everything?" she asked with a laugh, her smile bright. Ray chuckled and removed his hands from his pockets. He picked up the Room Service guide that sat near the phone and studied it. While he did, he noted how much her laugh intrigued him and made him want to hear it again.

"Everything on here looks fairly appetizing," he agreed. "The question is," he began, placing the guide back down and turning to subtly point at the other guests, "how much will each one eat? Let's see. . . Sophia, she might not eat much, but she seems like she is hungry enough for a few, small meat-based orders. Malcom," he pointed, "well, he's a guy who looks extremely hungry. Why not go with a few burgers for his order. . . maybe a steak. Anything thick and juicy." Ray smiled at his playful analysis, knowing he was somewhat right, and turned back to Brittany. "And you, Miss Maipham. . . you seem like you're in the mood for a salad appetizer and a. . . burger? Maybe a soup?" he inquired, a charming smile showing his playful nature with her. He was hoping he was close if not right.



Sophia smiled when Brittany let her and Valentina in, amazed at the size of the room. Brittany must be rich. She entered the the main area, glancing at every nook and cranny that was seemingly filled with something eloquent. It intrigued her that it was so decorated, even subtly.

Sophia wasn't too interested in much of what was going on, but she caught her eyes drifting to all the male guests arriving. The first one she noticed was the handsome Ray Jones. She'd met him on Facebook and was on good terms with him. She was glad that he was here and decided to memorize his dress style for comparison on a later date. Did he always look that good, or was it a matter of clothes he wore? Not wanting to think too much on it, she let her eyes drift onto Kody, who looked like a nerd, but still cute. Then she went onto Spencer. Now, he was fine! She blushed and winked at him when she noticed him looking her way too. He might be one to check into later. Tyler was her next interest and she had to hide her smile. He was gorgeous. He and Spencer seemed to be brothers, but she knew they weren't. She vaguely knew them both on Facebook and they were quite different. Tyler, on the one hand, looked like the sweet cowboy type. He would also be one to check into later.

Isabella realized that Brittany was talking and tuned in to listen. She sat down on the plush couch nearest her and nodded when Brittany left to order food. She turned her attention back to the boys and noticed Malcom. He was cute, but probably not her type.

Bored, she turned back to restudy the male topics of this party. There was Ray, who was clearly taken with Brittany, something that bugged her a little bit. Then there was Kody, the cute geek. She smiled at him and moved on to Spencer and Tyler. She studied them intensely, trying to decide who to talk to first.

Por que no los dos? she joked in her head. With new found confidence, she excused herself from the women, and made her way towards Spencer. She brushed his arm, inviting him to follow her, which he did. She headed towards Tyler and stopped, letting Spencer take her side, opposite Tyler.

"Hello, boys. Do you two know each other?" she asked. Not quite sure how they would take it, Sophia added a smile for good measure, encouraging them to talk with her.

[Por que no los dos? = Why not both?]

Britt
I laugh again and take the menu from him. "That actually soudns really good right now. I can't remember the last time I've had a good burger... What about you?" I ask, picking up the phone to dial for room service. "What do you like?... I'm thinking maybe shrimp and steak. You a surf and turf guy? Or maybe perhaps... Hmmm?... I don't know, I can't see you being a vegetrian, so I'm thinking maybe something like the ribeye with a lobster tail and side salad. But I'm probably way off aren't I?" I bite my bottom lip and wince jokingly, laughing again.

"Hello? Room service. How may I help you Miss Maipham?" the person on the receiving end of the call spoke. I clear my throat slightly and look at the menu again then glance at Ray, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Yes, I'd like to order seven large salads, I don't care which kind, umm... Ten 8oz ribeyes, twenty lobster tails, ten shrimp cocktails, and.... How about three of every dessert?"

"Uh-uh-uh... Okay Miss Maipham... It'll all be right up. How would like the ribeyes cooked? And where am I charging all of this?"

"How about half medium, half medium-well, and just charge it all to the room. Thanks! Oh wait, and one more thing. I need 3 large pitchers of sweet tea, two of coke, and two od Dr. Pepper. Thank you!"

"No thank you Miss Maipham."

I hang up the phone with a click and smile coyly at Ray. "Did I order well do you think?" I laugh quietly looking at everyone else chat. "Poor Kody and Alicia... They seem just a little out of place? How 'bout we go talk to them?"

Tyler and Spencer
Spencer raises and eyebrow towards Tyler. "Only through Facebook. Like most of us here."

"Yeah," Tyler says. "I don't really think any of us here live anywhere near each other... And I know we all kind of know each other's names, but just to make sure. I'm Tyler." He smiles sweetly at Sohpia.

"I'm Spencer," Spencer says, giving her a partial wave, along with a cocky grin.

"Hey look! More people!" Tyler says, the entering of four more people catching his attention. He squints in concentration, trying to remember who they all are. "Hold on... I think I remember all their names... Jordan is the Olive skin toned girl, Crystal is the one who looks like a Barbie doll, Mickayla is the black chick, and Michael must be the guy."

(Sorry... For some reason I thought her first name was Isabella.... I knew there was a reason it didn't sound right when I read back through xD lol... I had to look back and check too but I forgot lol :$)

(I apologize in advanced if Tyler's "Mickayla is the black chick" offends anyone... That's how we talk down here in the south xD If it does offend anyone, I'll change it... I know some people are really big on stuff like that....)

Ray smiled when Brittany confirmed his guesses, watching her with increased interest every second. She was definitely worth a few dates. The only thing that would really matter was her actual age compared to his. . . he was lying too after all. No obvious reason why, though.

"What do you like?... I'm thinking maybe shrimp and steak. You a surf and turf guy? Or maybe perhaps... Hmmm?... I don't know, I can't see you being a vegetrian, so I'm thinking maybe something like the ribeye with a lobster tail and side salad. But I'm probably way off aren't I?" She bit her lip and winced, laughing again. Ray chuckled and nodded, his green eyes sparkling.

"You read me well," he said. He heard the receiving end of the call pick up and listened to Brittany's responses. She kept glancing at him and he allowed himself to wink at her one of those times. She was not a wasted flirt, no matter how this turned out.

When she was finished, she smiled coyly at Ray and asked him what he thought. He nodded his approval and followed her eyes to Kody and Alicia.

"They do, don't they. Come on," he said with a smile. He placed his hand on the small of her back gently and began leading her towards the isolated Kody and Alicia. As they walked he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Actually, they would make a good couple, don't you think?"

When they reached the two, he held out his hand to Alicia first. "Miss Alicia, you look wonderful." He grinned and shook her hand, noticing the blush in her cheeks. "I'm Ray Jones; you might know me as MiamiDudeJones, though. It's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face," he said. He nodded and let Brittany say hello, moving on to Kody.

"Hey, Kody. How are you?" he asked with a firm handshake and pat on the shoulder. "I'm Ray Jones. We've been talking on Aim, if I'm correct."

Ray knew the two from chat rooms and he was sure they had faceook accounts, but ones that were rarely used.



Sophia noticed the initial tension and confusion between the boys, but was relieved that it seemed to ease up a little. Tyler smiled sweetly at her and Spencer gave her a cocky grin. She appreciated both in their own unique way.

"Sophia," she said with a smile. "But you're welcome to call me Isabella if you wish," she flirted. She held out her hand and shook both Tyler and Spencer's hands, blushing with the smiles they gave her. "Oh, my feet," she said with a small pout. "Do you boys mind if we move to the couch, my feet are hurting from these heels." It was then she realized that her Spanish accent was making its appearance subtly. It occurred to her that that really only happened when she was really flirting or very angry. In this case, it would be the first.

Not waiting on their answer, she curled a finger at them as she headed towards the couch. "Come on boys, there's plenty of room for both of you," she encouraged.

Britt
I laugh quietly at Ray's idea of them being it a couple. "It would be cute," I say right before we get to them. I notice Alicia's mild blush. I lean in and whisper in her ear. "Don't worry... he's having that effect on me too," I laugh quietly and smile warmly at her, then I introduce myself to Kody.

"So... Room service should be here in a few minutes, I ordered a lot of great food. I just hope it'll be enough for everyone." I subtly motion towards the entire group. "How about we go sit on the couch and chat. That seems to be where most people are congregating."

Sure enough, most of the other people seemed to follow Sophia, Tyler, and Spencer and sit on the couch, on the floor in front of it, or even stand behind it. I walk over to the end to make sure I'll be able to get up when room service comes. Alicia and Kody sit kind of in the middle of everyone, chatting with the newcomers and seeming to fit in perfectly all of a sudden with our diverses group.

I glance at Ray quickly then look back at the other guys. 'Hmmm... I think I'll get to know Ray best... I think with a smile, listening to the chatter around me.

Ray watched Brittany, sitting next to her on the couch. He glanced at the beautiful Sophia, who had clearly taken matters into her own hands by attracting--and he knew it was quite easy for her--both Tyler and Spencer. He huffed a laugh, making sure he would visit her later, should she have it. He turned his eyes to notice Kody and Alicia joining the crowd and talking more, glad that they had opened up more.

He risked a glance at Brittany and caught her glancing him. He grinned and silenced a satisfied laugh. Ray sighed and turned towards Brittany to talk to her, giving her his full attention.

"So, tell me about yourself, Brittany. I know we've met on Facebook, but I want to know the real you," he said with his souther drawl. He added a charming smile to convince her to talk to him openly. "Actually, I tell you what. You tell me one true thing about you, and I'll you one true thing about me. Deal?" he asked. He held out his, longing for another chance to touch her hands.



Tyler and Spencer sat down on either side of Sophia and she smiled brightly.

"So boys," she said glancing back and forth between them, "I'll start you out easy. What is your favorite color?" She smiled and awaited the answers.

"Blue," Spencer answered, staring at her eyes. He winked and she smiled, playfully swatting his arm.

"Is it really your favorite color?" she asked.

"Sure," Spencer answered, fixated on looking at her body. Sophia simply nodded and turned to Tyler, requesting his answer.

"I actually prefer green," he said.

"Really? And why is that?"

"I grew up around a lot of green things, you know. Green just makes a lot of things beautiful."

Sophia laughed and patted his leg, appreciating the honesty.

"Okay, what about your favorite movie boys?"

Britt
I smile and shake his hand gamely. "Alright then..." I tap my chin and think. I smile and lean in closer to him, lowering my voice so the others around us (hopefully) don't hear. "I'm not 20... I'm actually 18. I didn't think anyone would friend someone who's barely legal. What I don't know is whether or not to tell everyone else. I don't want anyone to leave because their hostess is the youngest one here." I smile kind of shyly now, a light blush creeping across my cheeks.

I sit back and cross my legs. "So I told you something about me that no one here knows. What about you? What dark secret are you harboring?"

Spencer & Tyler
"Year One," Spencer says with a laugh, thinking about the movie. "Its the funniest movie I've ever seen. It's great."

Tyler laughs thinking of the movie too. "That movie is so crude though. Unhidden sexual innuendos. It's pretty blasphemous too. Making fun of stories from the Bible." He shakes his head some then grins. "I like Transformers, all of them. I used to watch the shows as a kid and I'm unafraid to say I used to own the action figures too. But yeah, the transformer movies were really good. Iron Man is good too. What about you Sophia?"

"Yeah, what's your fave movie?" Spencer asks. "Wait lemme guess... It's a chick flick isn't it?" He grins cockily again sure he's right. Tyler just kind of rolls his eyes at Spencer.

Before someone opened the door another girl arrived beside me.
She introduced herself as Sophia, I smiled as a sign that I recognized her.
Soon Brittany welcomed us in and informed that we were the second and third to arrive.
As soon as she opened the door, I knew it was going to be fun.
Everything was more than I imagined it would be.
We walked in and I saw a guy, immediately I recognized him as Ray.
"Will you excuse me? I would just like to use your restroom," I excused myself from the youngsters and found my own way to the ladies room.

Once inside, I checked my reflection.
Who would have thought I am older than these people? And I grinned at my self from the mirror.
I found a brush on the sink and gently fixed my hair.
I pulled out my lip gloss from my clutch and applied some.
I wonder how rich Britt can be? A girl like her affording a place like this? Wonder if she has any older brother to go?
I softly chuckled on my own after my ideas.
Or maybe her Dad's gonna divorce her Mom soon. He doesn't look bad himself. Come to think of it, he's richer.
Then I heard soft laughs and voices from outside.
Maybe a few has arrived as well.
I took a last glance at my reflection and retouched some perfume on my pulse.

I went outside and saw that Sophia was sitting on the couch with Spencer and Tyler discussing something about their favorite things.
Then on the other side was Britt and Ray.
They were all flirting. Child's play. I thought. I need more action.
Just then a few others has arrived, whom I recognized as Jordan, Crystal, Mickayla, Alicia, Kody and va va voom... Michael looks yummier in person than in Facebook . Hopefully no one has realized that just yet.

This is definitely worth wasting my bath.

I stood in the middle, smiled and cleared my throat to get everyone's attention.
"How about a game of sexy truth or dare?" I said with a loud voice and stared naughtily at Michael when I said SEXY
I sat in front of Michael intentionally baring the skin of my thighs when I crossed my legs.

Ray grinned when Brittany shook his hand, feeling the warmth of her touch spread through him. He waited patiently for her to tell him her secret fact, letting his eyes dance as he watched her. He was having fun actually, something he hadn't felt so sure of in a while.

"I'm not twenty. . . " she whispered, leaning towards him so that no others would hear. "I'm actually eighteen." Ray listened to the rest of her statement, but internally he commended himself for guessing right. She was indeed younger than she had said and now he'd proved it. He knew it would be a betrayal of her building trust to tell anyone else, so he decided he would not tell anyone else. He confirmed his choice when he saw her light blush in her cheeks.

Brittany sat back and crossed her legs, telling him it was his turn. "What about you? What dark secret are you harboring?"

I'm insane. . . I'm twenty four. . . Ray thought immediately. Those were things he couldn't say out loud, but they were facts. . . ones that would remain secret facts too.

Ray smiled, accepting her truth, silently assuring her that it was alright. He had no right to hold such a thing against her, and quite honestly, it didn't bother him. "Wow, that's quite a secret fact. I'm not sure I can match it, though," he said, contemplating what to tell her. "Well, when I was seventeen, I got bet to shave my legs and my arms by my friends. I did and then they raised the bet to wearing short shorts on a blind date. I did that too. . . and, uh, didn't get the girl," he laughed. It wasn't much of a fact in comparison to hers, but it was something not a lot of people knew about him. His long lost friends probably only barely remembered. "Oh, and I did all of this for twenty bucks," confessed with a laugh.

Ray's laughter was cut short when Valentina got up and announced that they should play 'sexy truth or dare.' Ray grinned a little and sat back against the couch. He was surprised when he heard Sophia chime in with agreement. Soon the others were agreeing too. He didn't answer, wanting to first see what Brittany said.

"What do you think, Britt?" he asked casually.



Sophia laughed with Spencer as he told her his favorite movie was Year One. It had been a funny movie, but it wasn't on her list of favorites. When Tyler laughed, Sophia turned to look at him, a smile on her face.

"That movie is so crude though," he said in all seriousness, yet still making the conversation light hearted. "Unhidden sexual innuendos. It's pretty blasphemous too. Making fun of stories from the Bible," he paused to shake his head and grin, Sophia completely absorbed in everything he was saying now. "I like Transformers, all of them. I used to watch the shows as a kid and I'm unafraid to say I used to own the action figures too." Isabella laughed then bit her lip, not allowing him to really see how much that tickled her. "But yeah, the transformer movies were really good. Iron Man is good too. What about you, Sophia?"

"Yeah, what's your fave movie? Wait! Lemme guess. . . It's a chick flick isn't it?" Spencer teased.

Sophia giggled at both of the boys, ignoring Spencer's cocky grin. She could conclude from the two previous questions that Spencer was more for flattery and scoring a girl, but Tyler was thoughtful and honest. She liked the qualities owned by Tyler, but the other side of her was drawn towards Spencer too. She was fairly sure that Tyler would be her ultimate choice, but Spencer could win in the mean time. . . maybe.

"My favorite movie. . . that's a tough one. I don't usually have favorites, but I guess it would be Sherlock Holmes, for the moment. I love how it had good natured humor and was very logical. It took quite some thought to conclude what Holmes did. . . Oh, and I didn't mind that Robert Downey Jr. was casted as Sherlock, either," she admitted, blushing a little.

Sophia had no chance to catch the boys' reactions because Valentina cleared her throat and gained everyone's attention. She smiled and waited for what Valentina had to say.

"How about a game of sexy truth or dare?" she announced to the group, not-so-subtly watching Michael as she said this. Sophia's smile widened and she looked at Spencer and Tyler.

"How 'bout it, boys?" she teased. "I'm in," she announced back to Valentina.

Britt
I laugh at Ray's confession. "Only $20? You shouldve gotten more than that!" I say in between laughs. Then I manage to stifle my laughs and look at him seriously, lowering my voice once more. "You won't tell anyone will you? About my secret?" Before he can answer, Valentina gets up. 'A game of sexy truth or dare? Sure if the others are up for it...' I think. I'm slightly surprised Sophia agreed to play, but then Tyler and Spencer and tge rest of the group all agree to play. I realize after a couple seconds everyones eyes are on me. I uncross my legs and get up from the couch.

"Sounds fun," I say. I walk over to the bar and pull out two bottles of Grey Goose from the fully stocked shelves, then walks back over to the group. "These might make it even more fun." I grin and hand one bottle to Valentina then open the other bottle myself. I take a swift drink of it abd swallow, shaking my head and arms a little, letting all the tension out. I offer the bottle to Ray then look back at the group. "So... Who starts?"

Ray was a bit surprised that Brittany agreed to play, bringing out two bottles of Grey Goose to incorporate into the game. He smiled as she took a swig and handed him the bottle. He took it and downed a mouthful, his eyebrow raising at the initial strength the drink had. He grinned and announced his agreement as well with a nod towards Valentina.

"So. . . who starts?" Britt asked.

Ray stretched his arms out along the couch after passing the bottle to Tyler, who took a small swig and passed it to Sophia. Sophia took a relatively big swig of it and passed it on to Spencer, who, unsurprisingly, took two large swigs from it. He then passed on around the room, where Kody looked at it for a moment but finally took a sip. Ray laughed at the different personality types, given how much they drank from the bottle, and reached forward to grab Britt's hand. He gently pulled her down next to him with a wink.

Casually, he pretended to look behind them and whispered in her ear as he did. "In answer to your question, no, I won't tell your dirty little secret if you won't tell mine." He turned his head back to face the group and smiled. Britt would know he was smiling for her, he hoped.



Sophia listened as the others joined in, smiling when the whole group had agreed. A bottle of Grey Goose was passed to her and she took a fairly large swig from it and then passed it on down the line. After getting past the drink's initial strength, she looked over at Tyler with a smile, which he returned graciously.

"Let's get this game started!" Sophia encouraged, ready to start the party for real. Tyler chuckled and Spencer laughed, grappling for the bottle of Grey Goose again.

Sophia leaned back and realized that Tyler had turned slightly sideways and had just stretched his arms out against the back of the couch. "Oh, sorry!" she apologized. Tyler grinned and nodded, gently pulling her back against the couch, his arm unmoved. Isabella smiled and then noticed Spencer was a little jealous but too worried about getting the Grey Goose to do anything about it yet.

"Well thank you, and I won't tell yours either," I whisper. Settling back against the couch, smiling also. "How about you start Valentina? It was after all your idea." A couple murmurs of agreement go around the group as everyone settles into more comfortable positions for the game. I laugh quietly, more to myself than anything, at Spencer's antics of trying to get the Grey Goose bottle back for another drink. I turn my head a little towards Ray and murmur quietly. "How much you wanna bet that Spencer's gonna be totally wasted before the end of dinner?" I chuckle quietly again and stretch over Ray a little, grabbing my phone resting on the table next to him.

"If you need some ideas of how to begin, I've got an app on my phone specifically made for Sexy Truth or Dare," I say to Valentina. I quickly go to the app and put in two players - Picker and Chooser, then toss my phone to Valentina, in case she wants an idea from the app.

Ray chuckled and nodded his agreement, glancing over at the struggling Spencer. He didn't have time to make much more of it, though, because he started when Britt leaned across him to get her phone off the end table. He readied his hand to catch her if she lost her balance and let it hover above her lower back. No one would blame him; it was a polite gesture that any gentleman would do, right?

When she leaned back her hair had fallen slightly into her face, so, while the others were distracted with Valentina and Brittany's phone, he brushed away the stray hairs, tucking them gently behind her ear. His cheeks showed a little red at his actions and he provided a light smile. He couldn't lie to himself. . . he certainly had feelings for her. Just how strong were they, though?

"Sorry," he mumbled, ashamed of the fact that he might have upset her.

((Sophia's post will come after we get some more feedback from Valentina))

Sebastian regarded the building before him coldly. Gray-blue eyes running over the stone-and-steal monument. He had arrived late at the airport and had received a text relaying information on where to gather upon turning his phone back on. He despised text messaging. He saw the usefulness of it, the ability to communicate quicker and cheaper. But, for some reason, he still found himself detesting the form of communication, almost never using it himself. He reached into the cab and pulled out his suitcase before kicking the door shut. He handed the driver a bill through the window and walked into the immense lobby. He walked quickly to the front desk and checked in, taking a key card for his own room. While in the elevator, he sent a reply text, explaining his tardiness, and that he wished to take a shower before joining.

Once in his own room he threw his suitcase on the bed and quickly discarded his clothes - consisting of a white button up dress-shirt, tan slacks, and black dress shoes. He showered quickly, and after drying he dressed in a light blue dress shirt, gray slacks and vest, a black tie and dress shoes, and a black car coat. The coat was trim through the waist and cropped to about four inches above the knee. He found it less cumbersome than a traditional overcoat, but it still had that level of sophistication he desired. He looked in a mirror once before leaving the room, his brownish-gray hair had been cut short, rather than its usual wild and wiry look.
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He'd stayed in the Ty Warner Penthouse once before. It was the most incredible room in the building, even more luxurious than the Presidential Suite. He did have that kind of money, after all. An article on him - printed after he began his career as a writer and musician - had called him the "King of Seattle". He arrived at the door and paused, hearing sounds of laughter and conversation through it. He sighed and knocked loudly on the door, so as to be heard over whatever was going on inside.