Authors Note: I don't own anything...

Weeks. It had been weeks that Sam had been trying to get inside of Glamour but they wouldn't let her in because she didn't meet their dress code. Some uppity bitch at the door would make fun of her clothes and turn her away. She didn't understand what was wrong with her clothes. She wore the same clothes to all the clubs in Vegas and always got in. Clubs like this loved it when girls wore revealing clothes. She just had to wait for a man to work the door and she'd be let in. That bitch was probably just jealous.

Every time someone with bad taste in clothing tried to come into the club Liz would send them away and then tell Jacqueline and Fez about it. They were turning into her go to friends for talk about fashion trends. She kept telling them about this bottle blonde who wore stripper garb and kept coming to Glamour every week. As if she'd let in strippers to her club. Jackie and Fez would laugh and wished they could see who it was. They hardly ever went to Glamour. They'd go every other Saturday. Liz said this girl shows up on Fridays, so maybe one of these Fridays they'd go to see the fashion nightmare. This Friday they regretted not going after hearing about all the drama that happened.

Leif was enjoying having Brooke as his day girl. She was intelligent, kind and knew how to talk to vendors. He'd gotten so many antique books added to his collection thanks to her. Books that he wouldn't have known about had she not finessed these vendors. He knew Michael Kelso was an important part of her life so as an unspoken favor to her he hired him as part of his security team. You didn't have to be smart to work security. The job gave him purpose and made Brooke happy knowing that Michael was helping provide for their family. Brooke didn't need to know that Leif was glamouring Michael to be less of an idiot. It was for his overall well-being anyhow.

Friday night the shit had really hit the fan. Oh great, thought Liz, this dumb twat again. Only this time she seemed a little drunk and certainly more animated. She wasn't taking no for an answer. This was going to be fun thought Liz. The girl started yelling, calling Liz names. Liz smirked not responding. Then the girl said she was friends with Jacqueline! Oh my God thought Liz, putting two and two together. This is the girl that Jacqueline's ex married! Oh, this is too good she thought. She couldn't wait to tell Jacqueline. Then she named someone that Liz and Leif did business with. That made Liz wonder. Liz stopped and told her she'd call William Barnett and if he said he knew her then she'd let her into the club. The girl calmed down and waited for his response. Liz knew William would not take this girls side. She hadn't realized that Jacqueline's ex was William's illegitimate son. She had heard rumors, everyone had. She'd have to go to Jacqueline for more details. It's almost midnight, he won't be happy smirked Liz. Even better. W.B answered the phone and was happy to hear from Liz, he wasn't in bed yet so the phone call wasn't an inconvenience. What was an inconvenience was his son's stripper wife dropping his name to get into a club that she's been refused entry to dozens of times. He told Liz he didn't know her and to call the police if she saw fit, then he thanked her for the call. He'd have to talk to Steven about this. Liz relayed the news to Sam; Sam was not happy and threatened Liz and the club. Liz knew she could take care of her herself but figured putting her in jail would be so much funnier. So, she called the police and took pictures of Sam getting hauled away. She was so glad she always kept a camera handy. She would have to get these developed soon so she could show Jacqueline. Liz smiled a sinister smile, and she thought she'd be bored tonight.