A/N: I don't own One Tree Hill, LA, or anything else.

It was a Friday night in downtown LA. The clubs were bustling with people who were desperate to become celebrities and make connections, people who wanted to be seen, or musicians trying to make it big but failing horribly. This is the reason Peyton Sawyer had found herself sitting at the bar. The talent out tonight was lacking, and there was no one in her opinion worthy of the effort it took to get them heard. She motioned to the bartender, and he placed a small shot glass on her napkin. He then proceeded to pour some Jack into the glass; this stout liquid had become her friend throughout her years here. She didn't have work again until Monday so she feared no consequences of letting loose tonight. The dark liquid seared her throat; she flinched briefly, but motioned for more soon following. She could feel her blood alcohol level increasing and her inhibitions lowering as she chugged down a few more. She then removed herself from the bar and headed towards a guy in a corner that had been eyeing her for the last 20 minutes. He was tall, dark, and handsome in every essence of the words. Just what Peyton needed to take her mind off life for a little while, and he looked the complete opposite of the light blonde man who got over her in a drunken night with her best friend.

She still recalls the day from two years ago as if it were yesterday.

"Peyton?" Brooke says concerned as Peyton doesn't ever call her during the work week.

"Brooke" She says holding back sobs.

"What's wrong P.?" She asks but already knows the answer.

"He left. He proposed to me? I wasn't ready. I told him someday. I just….I wanted more time before moving back. I didn't think he would leave. I've lost him. I can't believe I lost him." She lets the sobs flow freely for the boy she thought would be her forever.

"Peyton, I don't want to tell you this, but I can't lie to you after everything we have been through. I made a mistake." She says with a tear rolling down her face. She looks down at the blonde whose head is resting on her naked stomach.

"He came to New York, I shouldn't have. But I can't tell him no. Things went too far. I'm so sorry." Peyton could hear the regret sounding off in her friends voice, but it didn't make the blow any less painful. How could he just put her out of his mind so quickly and run to the arms of Brooke. She was way too tired to start this ugly cycle over. She vowed then and there that no matter what happened, he would never get to her again.

With that Peyton hung up the phone. It wouldn't take her long to forgive her friend. She knew what Lucas could do with his words. After all, she had never really been able to say no to him either. Lucas she would not speak to again.

Nathan had met Skillz outside the club to discuss their plan of attack. Tonight they would divide and conquer. They noticed the plethora of women entering the club, and decided it would not be hard to get their attention tonight. Nathan entered and immediately caught the eye of 90 percent of the women there. Skillz followed and gained a number of stares himself. It wasn't long until both had found their way to bar, only to be offered numerous drinks by numerous women. It seemed that they could have their choice of women this Friday night.

Nathan allowed several shots to go down roughly before approaching his prey. He was debating on whether he should wear his wedding band tonight. He had found that women liked thinking that they could cause a man to stray, and he found pleasure was much higher in circumstances of thrill. He felt no remorse for using a symbol of his life with Haley as a means to get women. After all, she had given up on him. Not that he was sad, after starting Duke, he felt tied down by a wife, and quickly began to regret marrying before setting off into the world.

"Haley" He said softly while looking at the somber figure looking into the blazing flames of fire.

"I can't do this anymore. You know why, so I am not going to explain. Here is my wedding band. I won't be needing it." She said it calmly without making eye contact. She arose from her spot on the sand, walked into the house and brought out her bags that had been previously packed.

"Have a nice life" He told her as she got into her car and drove off.

Skillz noticed a short brunette in the corner who seemed to be having a good time with her friends. She was paying no attention to the NBA players when they entered the bar. He liked a challenge.

"Damn, you fine girl" he said while sliding between her and the wall.

"Ha ha, how did you know, you didn't even ask me how I was doing and let me answer." She paused "You must be psychic." Damn and stupid he thought. He slowly backed away. "I'll be back later." He had been down that road before in the form of Bevin. He wasn't sure he wanted to go back.

"You're pregnant" He asked Bevin.

"I am so sorry. It's Tim's. He told me you were drafted and I just couldn't bear the thought of you going off to war, and me not knowing when and if you would come back. And Tim was so sweet. I'm sorry."

"I was drafted to play B-bal at Duke, not go off fightin' some war. But its okay you made a bed, now you got to stay in it. Nice knowing you."

"But Skillz, I still want to be with you." He thought he loved her, but she sure shifted her affections easily. Skillz didn't need that kind of love, and he couldn't raise another man's baby. And so was the start of Bevin and Tim.

Thoughts of Bevin slowly escaped his brain, as he spotted a tall blonde out of the corner of his eye. A green mini skirt accentuated her long legs. While a black halter let shine the hourglass figure she possessed. Skillz had seen hot women before, but she looked oddly familiar.

He slowly made his way towards the figure. "Mm mm mm, you be looking good girl."