WOO HOO!!! HERE I GO AGAIN!
Sita you rule for the beta! God I don't know what I would do without you!
A group of young women stood outside in the bitter cold, waiting in line at The Sound
Factory, one of the biggest, baddest hot spots in New York City. They blew hot air on their hands, trying to warm themselves in the cold night air.
"Um... Raves?" a hazel-eyed, strawberry-blonde girl inquired of the girl standing next to her.
"Yeah?" the girl in question replied. She turned to face Smalltalk, her dark chocolate eyes beaming with mischief. She then pushed her auburn hair out of her face as she waited for a reply.
"How we gettin' in?" Smalltalk asked, motioning to the huge line ahead of them.
"I know the bouncer." Raven smirked.
"Oh puh-lease. Smalls, you know what that means?" Mayfly, the third member of that night's group, butted in (though her greens eyes already mentally answered the question). Her brown hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, which brought out the numerous red streaks in it.
"She fucked him like an animal and left him to rot the next morning?" Smalltalk
questioned.
"Damn straight, girls. Poor bastard is still calling me." All the girls laughed even as Raven began impatiently tapping her toe.
"Okay, Ravy. stop that. You look like me when I forget my Ritalin!" Smalltalk said as she stomped on Raven's toe. Raven let out a yelp.
"These are five hundred dollar, Italian leather boots!" Smalltalk burst into laugher.
"I stomped on your boots! I stomped on your boots!" she began chanting.
"How would you feel if I tossed your Louis Viuton bag over the BROOKLYN
BRIDGE!" Smalltalk immediately shut her mouth.
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, I would."
"Okay, girls, time to scope out the prey for this evening," Mayfly said rubbing her
hands together. "How 'bout him?"
"Nope, too scrawny," Raven said pushing him aside in her mind.
"Him?"
"He's blonde!" Smalltalk chirped.
"Hey! I like blondes!" Mayfly argued.
"Hey, ladies! Look at them over there!" Raven said nonchalantly.
"Them?" Mayfly squeaked. Raven smirked and began to pick out the one that she deemed suitable for the evening.
"You're insane!" Mayfly yelped.
"Why?" Raven inquired.
"Those are the top! The elite! The big catch! Numero uno male specimens!
Untouchables! A-plus-" Smalltalk began to rant, but her speech became muffled as Raven clamped a hand over her mouth.
"I get it, Smalls!"
"Smalls is right; they aren't gonna go for us,." Mayfly said.
"I agree with May. Let's go for an easier target. I mean, that's Jack Kelly's crew for cryin' out loud!" Smalltalk continued to rant, but Raven cut her off yet again.
"Where is Jack, hmm? They aren't his 'crew' without him right? Therefore. they are no longer untouchable... correct?"
"Yeah, but-"
"No 'buts!'"
"Damn straight; none of them have good butts," Mayfly said, and she and Raven
laughed. Smalltalk was playing with her hands nervously.
"It's too hard," Smalltalk whined.
"No, it isn't," Raven contradicted.
"Raven's right! We get every man we want! Why wouldn't we be able to get them?"
"But-"
"Come on, Smalls!" Mayfly practically begged.
"Besides they are probably chauvinistic womanizers, anyway. With the way we're
dressed tonight, what twenty-three year old perv wouldn't go for us?"
"That's very reassuring Raven!" Smalltalk was still skeptical.
"Let's see if they can get us in!" Raven smiled and headed over to the group of guys as Smalltalk was dragged behind by Mayfly. Raven halted suddenly.
"Look who just arrived, ladies." Raven pointed at two guys getting out of a Mercedes Benz: one was a blonde and the other was a brunette.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"
"SMALLS!" Raven and Mayfly boomed at the same time.
"That's them!"
"Who?"
"Like, um... us in our little arrangement? The big wigs, the untouch..."
"WE GET IT!"
"Where the hell are the rest of us!?" Raven asked Mayfly.
"They should be here, and they better hurry up. LOOK AT HIM!" Mayfly squealed as she pointed to a blonde with an eye patch.
"May, he looks like a demented pirate," Raven said calmly, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, and who are YOU looking to go for then?"
"Jack Kelly himself, naturally."
"WHAT!?" Smalltalk whipped her head around to look at Raven
"You're insane!" Mayfly affirmed.
"I'm not second-rate, ladies. What better than to leave the little bastard in the dust after he falls madly in love with me?"
"You're too overconfident. One of these days, your plan is gonna backfire on you. On all of us," Mayfly reasoned.
"Until then, I'm going to have my fun."
"Oh boy." Smalltalk smacked herself in the head, then gasped. "EEP! MAY, LOOK AT HIM! OH, MY GOD! EEP! WOW!" Smalltalk began hopping up and down and pointed at a very handsome member of the group.
"Smalltalk, um, could you..."
"I like this idea now, let's go!" Smalltalk linked arms with the other two ladies and
started confidently towards the group of guys.