A/N: So I started working on this prompt for the kink meme almost two years ago...and it's still in progress, haha. A lot has happened in my life this past year, and sadly writing was pushed to the side. Not to mention I've developed a severe lack of confidence in the past year as well *sigh* Anyway, enough whining from me. Please enjoy the story! Critique is welcome.

It was the same old scene, over and over again.

The night was young, but then again, the night was always considered young in Hollywood. The weather was cool, a slight breeze sifting through the air. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the street along with the neon lights of clubs. Around every corner music could be heard, whether new songs from upcoming artists or classic hits from old time goodies.

From the balcony, Ema could hear everything, including the music coming inside the club she was at. It wasn't just any club, though, but one of those clubs only the rich and famous frequented, but which everyone knew about. Ema looked down at the street, and watched the cars pass by while sipping from a glass of champagne. All the music she heard began to mesh together, and made a cacophony of noise. She took two long swallows from her glass, hoping that if she drank enough she'd stop hearing it.

What am I even doing here? I don't belong in a place like this...But she never really had to ask. Of course she knew why she was there. Because she was Ema Gavin, wife of the acclaimed rock star Klavier Gavin. Though that didn't explain why her feeling of not being welcome never seemed to leave. She could vaguely remember a time where these parties were fun, when she actually enjoyed herself. Now, it seemed as she were only being dragged along to be displayed-a trophy wife. Though her displayer never seemed to be around anymore to "show her off". He would run off the minute they set foot in the building, possibly off building his social status.

Then again, that didn't make much sense to her either. If he really wanted to social networking, he would've taken her to more high-class clubs. The clubs they had been going to recently were expensive, yes, but not exactly the most reputable joints in town. Ema sighed, and set down her drink down on the railing. Just thinking about it made her depressed. She wanted to go home. Hell, she didn't even care if she went home. She just wanted to get out of here. Despite the expansive size of the nightclub, she was starring to feel suffocated.

Ema walked back inside. There weren't too many people on the second story, since it wasn't really for dancing anyway. The floor was carpeted, and all around the room were lush couches and cushions, and an expensive cooler full of wine. The lights in here were dimmed, and the music wasn't as loud, sparing Ema a headache. Almost immediately, Ema saw someone very familiar. His hair was phallic enough to catch anyone's attention immediately.

"Daryan!" She called, trying to get the man's attention. He was cuddling with a model Ema had met before, but couldn't remember the name of. He didn't notice her, so he called his name again.

"What the hell do you-Oh crap, Ema, it's you." He replied, finally pulling his eyes away from the girl around his arm.

"Daryan, have you seen Klavier anywhere? I haven't seen him at all since we got here." Ema replied.

"Klavy? Uhhh...Naw, haven't seen him either. Hey Franny babe, you see old Klavy anywhere?" Daryan asked, turning to the model.

"Klavier?" She asked. She had a slight German accent, just like the aforementioned rock star. "Yes, I saw him. He was on the first floor, but I'm not sure if he's still there. I can help you look, though."

"Thanks...um, Franziska?" Ema asked, praying that she had gotten the woman's name right. Maybe she should just start calling her Franny as well.

"That's right." Franziska said, getting up from the couch. Before she could take one step, Daryan had grabbed her wrist. "You leaving me all alone up here, babe?" He asked, giving her the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

"I have to. Only a foolishly foolish fool would leave someone in a situation like this alone."

"Man, your definitely not drunk enough yet. Your still pulling that "fool" junk." Daryan said as he released his grip on her wrist. She gave him a smile, and headed down to the first floor with Ema.

The minute they reached the first floor, the music and lights hit Ema like a storm. She actually had to cover her eyes to shield herself from the glare. There were so many people that she was afraid that if she even blinked, she'd lose sight of Franziska.

"I last saw him dancing near the bar!" Franziska shouted, so she could be heard over the crowd. She grabbed Ema's hand, and they both headed over there. They pushed through the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, and tried not to get swept up in the throng. After a while, they did reach the area that Franziska was talking about.

"Where is he? I don't see him." Ema said, scanning the area the best she could. It's unbelievably hard to see through a mass of dancing celebrities.

"Look a little bit you your left, Ema." Franziska said. Ema noted that something was slightly off about her tone of voice suddenly, but couldn't place her finger on why. Until she looked to the left. She saw Klavier, all right.

With his arms wrapped around another woman.