Setting
The local nightclub and lounge.
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Omega is a part of 
Corolla Hills.
3 Characters Here
Haley Auditore-Brennan [1] "Damn it! I told you to not touch anything!
Jack Losk [1] "Corolla's pretty, except for that ocean. I'll be stayin' closer to the bar"
Greyson Auditore [1] "Just Grey please, I don't really like my last name"
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Alex walked into Omega in high spirits. That night would no doubt be filled with plenty of the graduates using fake IDs to get alcohol, but she wasn't one to pass judgement for such an offense. She could already hear Shawn, the main DJ at the club, running through a few of the songs before the club actually opened for later. She was there simply to take inventory so that James didn't metaphorically smack her on the ass for it later. She hoped that Greyson would take her advice; she had heard from Shawn that the night before had been ridiculous and had told her oldest brother to take the day off. She'd clear everything up with James, as she usually did. Not that he ever really bothered to argue with her. Trying to argue with her about her decisions with her family was like throwing peas at a brick wall. It yielded no results. Except that you wasted peas.
She tossed her bag in the small employee lounge right next to the entry hallway of the club and went on into the main room. Her hips moved automatically with the beat of the song that Shawn was trying out, and the loud Jamaican let out one of his signature boisterous and contagious laughs.
"You were born dancin' out of te' womb, I tell ya'!" He said. Somehow his voice managed to carry through all the other noise blasting from the surround-sound speakers set up strategically around the massive room. Alex smiled at him as she did a small slide over the counter of the bar.
"Must have been pretty painful, then!" She shouted back as the music faded away. Shawn hopped down from his DJ stand, and slid a USB drive into the pocket of his cargo shorts. He walked over to the bar, with no less than a few steps and spin on the way, singing to himself quietly. His hair was close-cut and he had a rather oversized hat covering his skull. He wore a baggy sweatshirt emblazoned with a puma and tan cargo shorts, the outfit complete by white hi-top Nikes.
"Ya', well, I would'n know anytan' about dat'," He leaned forward with his forearms on the counter, his dark eyes on Alex's back while she picked up a tablet from under the counter. She was thankful that James had made the switch from clipboards to electronics long before; she didn't have her pen with her. Shawn watched absentmindedly as she went through the bar's large stock of liquers and liquors. She smiled as the words popped into her head.
Once finished with the inventory she noted only one thing wrong and set the tablet down. Sliding her phone out of her back pocket she was greeted with the all-too-familiar "Slide to Unlock" prompt. Following it she quickly tapped in her passcode and began to scroll down her contacts.
Tapping on the one that read "James DeTakeAChillPill" she put the phone to her ear and listened to the obnoxious ringing while Shawn played with his thumb.
"Sonuva' fucking BITCH!" Haley yelled out and leapt back from under the hood of the Ford SUV she was working on. Her pair of pliers went flying off to the side and she cradled her left hand. Somehow, from some magical place in the abyss that was the beat-up engine of the SUV from hell, a thin wire had snapped. Out at her. And made a nice, neat, surgical cut about 3 centimeters along the back of her left hand. She glared back down into the engine, narrowing her eyes at the offending machine. Everyone said cars couldn't have feelings; she begged to differ, as they often tried to injure her in more way than one in what seemed like revenge for her going inside their most precious areas. In hindsight, the entire idea seemed rather vulgar if one had such a dirty mind. But she didn't care right now. She simply leaned against the side of the counter behind her and wrapped her hand in clean gauze that she had made sure to go buy after the third bleeding injury she sustained in the shop. Now all she had to worry about was that nomadic guy that had showed up the one time coming back up again. Not that she remembered his name.
It must have been Jake or something.
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