A/N: There's mention of girl-on-girl action, but nothing really explicit... Enjoy!


Georgie was surprised at the lack of people on the dance-floor now. There were a few stranglers – mainly drunk people and a few stoners that were attempting to dance a bit, but for the most part they were failing miserably. Not to mention that the two Disc-Jockeys were missing from their platform. Music still rung throughout the club, however, but it was inevitable that it was merely a recording selection. Whipping his head back and forth, Georgie couldn't help but feel disappointed when he couldn't spot Henrietta or her vampire date anywhere on the dance-floor.

"Dammit, Henrietta!" He cursed out loud, causing a couple near him to glance over at him. He ignored their petty stares as he edged closer towards the dance-floor a bit, trying effortlessly to see if they had moved conspicuously throughout the dance-floor. However, there was still no Henrietta or her date anywhere to be found, and he slunk towards the side of the dance-floor in a somewhat defeated approach.

As his shoulders sagged rather heavily and he made his way towards two huge speakers that still vibrated with sound, he caught a glimpse of yet another similar dimly lit hallway, leading off to God only knows where. He felt the corners of his mouth rise upward a bit into a half smirk as he eyed the hallway and walked down it.

Georgie glanced from left to right, but found no-one resembling Henrietta or her date anywhere on the floor. To be quite frank, there was absolutely no-one making out in the hallway – unlike the other hallway that he and Ethan had shared. And most of the doors were firmly shut closed, not hanging by its hinges or whatnot. His smirk vanished completely as he slowly began to realize that the only way to find the girls would be to physically check all the rooms - a dangerous challenge that had the younger Goth gulping a bit as he wrapped his hand around the first brassy knob, attempting to turn it.

However, a light laughing-like sound rang out from behind one of the doors, further down the hall. Georgie perked up at the sound, his half smile returning as he thought, That's Henrietta's laugh! He bounded towards the sound and barged through the closed door without a second thought, or knocking.

His excitement died, however, as he took notice of the women's situation.


Their bodies were folded together, with Henrietta standing somewhat behind the platinum blonde and holding her very closely against her own body, while her lips were trailing softly, somewhat erotically, against the outer corner of her date's ear. The Vamp blonde was busy squirming in front of Henrietta, and craning her neck backwards a bit so Henrietta could breathe little puffs of air onto the obviously highly sensitive skin.

"Henrietta, c'mon, p-please!" There was a slight exasperated pleading that slowly turned into a thin high pitch moan as skilled fingers began to touch rather intimate areas. Georgie's eyes widened considerably as he watch Henrietta's arm bend awkwardly, and a skirt slowly sinking lower to the ground. Feeling a blush beginning to arise, the younger Goth turned away from the intimate sight and backed out of the room; quietly shutting the door behind him.

"Holy shit!" He whispered as he staggered against the opposite wall from the door for a minute, letting the details slowly sink in.

"I take it they're not finish yet?" A voice startled him a bit, and Georgie looked over to see Ethan standing a few feet away from him in the hallway and holding a very delirious red Goth against his side.

"They're still fucking?" Dylan slurred his question a bit as he leaned heavily against Ethan's frame. His arm wrapped dramatically over the taller Goth's waist, and he snuggled his face against the black-cladded shoulder as Georgie nodded his head. The other Goth merely pressed his face tighter against Ethan's shoulder, and rotated it back and forth a bit before glancing over at the younger Goth and saying, "Ah, women! What're you gonna do?"

"Excuse me?" Henrietta and her date had appeared, their clothes wrinkled a bit and Georgie glanced away from them as another blush colored his cheeks once more. Henrietta, however, ignored his impudent blush and looked rather evenly pissed at Dylan. Dylan merely leaned his face even more against Ethan's shoulder as he half whispered out loud, "Took you two long enough!"

"Can I hit him?" Henrietta glared daggers at the red Goth, and looked at the taller Goth for confirmation.

"Be my guest," Ethan said, smirking as he pulled his shoulder away and let go of the other Goth. Dylan yelped in surprise as he collapsed almost automatically onto the floor. Georgie's eyes widened at the sight, but Henrietta, however, spat down onto the red Goth before reaching downward to pick him up. His head throbbed and he gagged a bit while Henrietta let him drop to the floor again.

"It's not worth it. I'll get him when he least suspects it; plus he's too gone to do anything that would have an effect on him," She murmured. Ethan and the Vamp chick chuckled at her statement, and Ethan reached downward to help pick up and walk their inebriated friend out of the club.

Georgie simply stared after them, caught between confusion and adoration for his friends, before Ethan's voice startled him, "Georgie, come on!"

He half jogged a bit to catch up with them and as he took to walking calmly behind the older four, he caught the little knowing look that Henrietta sent to Ethan, and heard her whisper, somewhat disapproving, "You lost your shirt again, Ethan?"

Ethan merely shrugged his shoulders as he half-carried the red Goth out, but his eyes seemed to shine a bit...


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