Oh, I don't live in England. Lol… It's a funny story actually… I've seen pretty much every episode like several times…lol… Anyways, it's not that I'm British, it's actually that I'm old and so I saw them before they were on Disney… When they were on ABC's One Saturday Morning ages and ages ago… hums song One Saturday morning, once a week… One Saturday morning! One Saturday morning! Y'know, back when anime was nonexistent here, and Disney didn't totally suck…

That was a long time ago, when they actually wrote cartoons about real, relevant things, like elementary school… When all they had on One Saturday Morning was cartoons… With none of this new Power Rangers crap… When they had Winnie the Pooh, Recess, The Weekenders, Doug (even though I absofrickinglutely hated that show), and Hercules on… lol… Good times, they were. Anyways…

Okay, in this chapter, you get to see a bit of the pre-T.J. (as in before she started befriending him again) Spinelli. And, T.J.'s parents, let's just say that they got some money or something, and he got the convertible as a sixteenth birthday present or whatever.

She goes clubbing a lot. And they call her Mysti because it's the name on her fake i.d.

Oh, I own 100-Proof, Tom the bartender, Danny, and Jimmy.

By six, I'm showered, nails painted, and dressed. My hair is stick-straight and down, for once, and I'm wearing the red dress I got before with the tallest pair of heels I've ever seen, let alone worn. I look at myself in the mirror, satisfied by my reflection. Well, I'd best get going. I have a dance to get to. I storm out of the front door, and there's T.J., in a tux, of course, waiting for me by a silver Mercedes convertible. I still don't know how he got that car.

"Hop in," He mutters half-heartedly.

I do so, sliding over the door and bouncing unto the driver's seat. T.J. shrugs, but lets me drive anyways.

"Where do you want to go?" T.J. asks.

"Away from here," I reply.

He shrugs helplessly.

"We can't really go anywhere."

"Oh, I know that, T.J., but it'd be nice. Hmm, how about a night club?" I reply calmly.

T.J. nods and I speed, making a crazy turn, a police car soon following me. T.J. looks relatively detached and I smirk, putting on a pair of sunglasses from the car, tossing T.J. another pair. He puts the pair on, and holds on as the car makes a few more hairpin curves, does a little spin, chasing through narrow alleyways, weaving in and out. The police didn't get the car's license because it never got close enough. And now we've lost it.

I skid to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, my favorite club in the city. It's called 100-Proof. Just like the alcohol they serve. Anyways, T.J. shrugs, as we get out, locking the car and pulling the top up. I drag him inside, smirking.

"Bet you I can get at least ten guys to buy me a drink."

T.J. smirks, shaking my hand.

"You're on, Spin."

I push the sunglasses up on top of my head, walking towards the bar and sitting down, leaning forward a little.

"Hey, Tom, whatcha got?"

He smiles, washing glasses with a rag.

"Why, if it isn't Skyy Smirnoff!" Tom says congenially.

I smirk at him.

"You know it, man. So, what do you have?" I remark.

Tom grins.

"Well, we've got the usuals… Vodka, gin, white whine, red wine, champagne, scotch, beer, whiskey, light, soda, bourbon, brandy, tequila, kahlua, rum, non-alcoholic… You want it, you got it." Tom remarks.

Hmm. What do I want tonight? Oh, right, no drink. I've gotta get ten guys to buy me some. I turn around, leaning back against the bar.

"Hey, guys! Mysti's here!" Tom shouts, and a mass of guys' eyes are riveted to my form.

I smile at them, wink once and then sit down, legs crossed, on a stool. I get the first drink about ten seconds later. I take a sip. Gin and tonic. I hold the glass up to T.J. The next drink arrives seconds later. This one's a martini… He knows my taste. It's probably Danny again. I wink at Danny, a guy with hair that rivals mine in darkness, and blue eyes. He's a sophomore in college, majoring in Paranormal Studies. He's hot actually, but, you know me, I've gone out with loads of guys.

I take another sip of this one; I can't afford to get drunk again. I hold the drink up to T.J. again, getting up to stretch. This stretch merits me with yet another drink, this one a Bloody Mary. I take a sip, holding it up again. I bend down over the counter, and this move rewards me with two drinks. One's a whiskey sour, the other a margarita. I wink at a couple of guys, and that buys me two more. One of them's classy, apparently, so I've got a glass of champagne, and then the other one's cheap, so I get a beer.

I pretend to drop something, which earns me a rum and coke and a metropolitan. Finally, I yawn, and then a Sea Breeze wisps over to me. I smirk at T.J., motioning for him to come over. T.J. does, scowling a little.

He hands me twenty bucks, which I stash down my dress, grinning.

"Thanks," I smile.

Then I look around, eyes landing on Danny.

"You got a light?" I ask.

Danny nods.

"Of course, Mysti. I don't have any cigs to bum though. Here, take the lighter. Ask Jimmy, he's prolly got some," Danny answers, handing me a silver lighter.

I take it, smiling.

"Thanks, Danny."

I kiss him on the lips, trying to find Jimmy. I find the guy in the corner, smoking.

"Couldja spare some?" I beg.

Jimmy nods, grinning. He tosses me a pack and I pull him into a kiss.

"Thanks, Jimmy."

I've gotta be goin'. It's almost seven. I take a cigarette out of the pack, lighting it with the lighter, and shoving it down my bra. I drag on it a little, hopping back into the car.

- Loren ;

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