The club she was at was Studio 54. Yes, that famed club in New York City. Her dad knew the bartenders, and the manager, so she was able to slip in without anyone checking identification. She had been doing that since she was sixteen years old. No one asked, no one cared enough to ask for identification. Her father usually gave her money to purchase fake identification just in case some newbie was there and tried anything. So far, Victoria did get away with it, but now she was well over the legal limit, so she didn't have to worry, she could be truthful and not have to lie to get inside. The deejays played the newest albums of some of the greatest disco artists, but she just wanted to have her drink and her smoke because after a day of filming and then a model shoot, she was exhausted and just wanted to mingle with people. Entering the large club, the lights were flashing, and she was looking around to find herself a place to be alone. A friend of her father's saw her, and she nods, and waves, then she spies an open area, and sits, waiting for a waiter to come by. Pulling out a cigarette and lighter, she sticks it in her mouth and lights it, then inhales, and exhales, sending a stream of smoke across her table. She smiles, and a waiter comes by, asking her what she'd be having. Victoria smiles, her fingers dangling the cigarette in her hand.

The waiter smiles at Victoria, recognizing her, 'Miss Chase, good to see you here again. Tell your dad that we miss him, we haven't seen him since he dropped by after his performances of King Lear.'

Victoria smiles at him, a little tired, but she says, 'That was a while back, he's now doing Death of a Salesman. I'll be sure to let him know. '

The waiter nods, and then asks, 'What will you be having, your usual?'

Victoria nods, and then says, 'Yes, but don't forget the olives this time, dear.'

The waiter smiles and takes her order, and exits, but not before saying, 'That was Marty's fault. He still has yet to master the art of martinis.' They share a laugh and the waiter exits, to get her order taken care of. Victoria sits there, patiently waiting. She knew it was going to be a little bit, so she sat there, smoking her cigarette, and observing the clubbers. It was her favorite thing to do, being observant.

She stares at a couple in love clearly, watching them holding hands and making out in public. She thinks quietly to herself, can't these people get themselves a room? The next people she saw were two women dancing. She recognized them from a television series that she enjoyed during her free time. Seems like everyone who's on the up and up go here, she thinks, smiling as she takes another drag before dabbing it in the ashtray. Another clubber she saw, she recognized as one of her dad's musician friends. He had played at her sweet sixteenth birthday. God, that seems like so long ago…Dad had my party here, it was not too long ago. She remembered the strobe lights, the loud music, and her friends being all happy that her dad got them in for free…Victoria also remembered that that was the year her mother didn't go to her birthday as her mother had just remarried, and didn't even bother to send her any card, or even call her. Victoria frowns at that horrible memory, and takes another drag of her cigarette as the waiter returns with her martini.

'Here's your martini, Victoria. With extra olives to boot, compliments of Eddie. He tells me to tell you hello.' She looks over to the bar to find a man in his late forties, greying, and taking care of drinks. The man smiles and nods, and Victoria waves. She remembered that Eddie was the one who gave her free drinks for her eighteenth birthday. He knew her all too well; he was a friend of her dad's. She takes a sip of her drink, smiling, content with the fact that she had her drink in hand. Dabbing out the cigarette, she spots a woman sitting alone in the corner, no one there but her. Sipping at her martini, she continues to observe.

She was young, Victoria could clearly tell, but beautiful. Victoria figured that this woman had to be old enough to enter, but not old enough to drink. She noticed the cosmopolitan in the young woman's hand and smiled. They must still not check identification, she thought. Victoria recalled when she went her first time at sixteen, they never asked, just handed her a drink. They would ask her if she was Alex Chase's daughter, and she would nod. Her dad was a regular. Alex didn't care she went, he always told her to be careful, and not go home with strange men. Smiling, she takes a drag on her cigarette, eyeing the young brunette woman sitting alone in a corner. She looked pretty lonely, she thought. Victoria looks away, not wanting to look like a creep, and asks for another drink, realizing she had fast finished hers. The bartender hands her a second martini, and she thanks him, telling him to add it to her father's tab. Alex always paid for his daughter's drinks when she clubbed. Mostly because, father and daughter frequented the same clubs, and he felt it was easier if they shared a tab. Victoria smiles, and takes a drink of her martini, and ponders over the brunette in the corner.

She contemplates going over to introduce herself, as she notes that the young woman looked pretty bored and out of place in this place. Victoria could tell this woman wasn't familiar with the area. Feeling a tap on the shoulder, she turns around, finding the young woman standing there, looking a bit nervous.

'May I sit next to you? I'm feeling a bit lonely; my friends brought me here, and then left without telling me, 'she says to her sadly, and Victoria nods, showing her a seat next to her.

Thinking to herself, Victoria realized that the woman really wasn't from here, her accent was British. Victoria couldn't pinpoint the area of the accent; it had to be London, perhaps? She wasn't entirely sure. It had been years since Victoria had visited England; she had done a few films there. And her stepmother paid for her to attend acting schools there. She hadn't been there since she was twenty one.

'You're not from here, aren't you?' Victoria asks, taking a sip from her drink. The young woman smiled, and nodded.

'I'm from London actually. Moved here last year after I finished sixth form, wanted to go to a new country and get away from my mother. Mum didn't like it, but so far, I've gotten a visa, and a job to help pay for beauty school. I'm rather enjoying it.'

Victoria smiled sweetly, she knew that she had to be under twenty one, it was clearly obvious.

The young woman looks at her, smiling. 'I'm Reyjoyla Scroggs by the way, please call me Joy. Everyone else does.'

Victoria grins. 'Nice to meet you, Joy. I'm Victoria…Victoria Chase.'

The young woman looked at her, surprised. 'You're that actress in that soap, aren't you? I'm a nanny to two young boys and I watch Edge of Tomorrow while they're napping.'

Victoria smiles, realizing she just met a fan. 'Yes, yes I am. How about we go over there, and talk some more. I have something I want to ask you.'

Joy smiles at her, and follows her to a corner where Victoria sits down, and waits for her to sit. Joy sits, and Victoria grins.

'How old are you, dear? I know it's not normal to ask a lady her age, but I just want to know, out of curiosity.'

Joy laughs. 'Oh you believe that old thing? I'm actually eighteen, but I'm turning nineteen in April. While we're on the subject of age, how old are you?'

Victoria leans in and whispers, 'Twenty seven, but don't tell anyone. The biographies all say I'm twenty two.'

Joy smiles sweetly. So there wasn't a giant age difference between them. She really liked talking to Victoria. Victoria was a fascinating person, and she realized that maybe, just maybe that they could be friends. Only Joy could hope.

'You smoke? I could go for one right now. If you don't mind, that is.'

Victoria shrugged, and pulled out a carton. 'Help yourself. '

Joy pulls out a cigarette, sticking it in her mouth, and reaches into her purse to grab her lighter. Normally, she would have had her carton, but she was fresh out, and had yet to stop at the nearest gas station to purchase a carton. She did, have her lighter though, thank goodness. Lighting it, she inhales, then exhales, sending a stream of smoke across the room.

'It's been difficult since I left London, making friends is fairly difficult. I can't believe these people ditched me like they did. I wonder what I did wrong.'

Victoria puts an arm around Joy's shoulder. 'I'm sure you did nothing wrong at all. All you can do is to be yourself, and if being yourself isn't good enough, they're not your real friends.' Joy sighed. She knew Victoria was right. These people had been acting quite weird lately, distant. Maybe they weren't interested in friendship.

'I'm sorry I burdened you with this problem. I just have been having trouble keeping friends since I moved here. It hasn't been easy. My only friend has been my flat mate, and she's been busy trying to get her books published, and with her boyfriend. Hardly enough time to spend with me.'

Victoria smiled at her, and said, 'Joy, I'll be your friend…that is, if you'll have me.'

Joy presses her into a hug, smiling. 'Of course! '

Victoria grins, knowing she finally found someone who could like her for her, and not use her for celebrity. The more she knew Joy, she would probably be sure that they would be fast friends. But as many friendships start, she knew she had to not rush and take things slowly, getting to know Joy and all her quirks. Victoria smiles, she had a lot to learn about Joy Scroggs.

A beginning of what could be a beautiful friendship.