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I woke up the next stay still feelings the effects of last night's kiss. Though it was 10 'o clock AM, I had a feeling Griffin would still be sleeping, so I decided to get some other things done first. After all, I'd only been in Bridgeport for a day, and I still needed to get into the flow of the town. I rose from my bed and went to get the newspaper. This time, I went back inside and sat down to actually read it. The Llamas once again spanked the opposing team with the help of the team star, Richie Striker. Lola Belle was holding a concert tonight at the Cineplex. And tonight's hotspots were the Prosper Room and Plasma 501. Maybe Griffin and I could go there for our first date. I made a mental note of this, then decided to try jobs again.

"Journalism? No. Politics? No. Criminal? Why… yes! Yeah!" A devilish grin spread across my face as I realized that I'd found my true calling. The criminal career track would give me the perfect outlet for my undeniable inclination to sin, while getting paid. This was certainly the job for me.

So it was decided. I'd start my job as a Decoy tomorrow, and the carpool would come for me at noon. Sure, $18 per hour sucked, but I still had a little money left over, and I could always sell the bugs I caught around my home.

I folded up the newspaper, set it down on the coffee table, and then checked my phone for the time. It was only 11:30. Griffin was still sleeping, or at least avoiding the sunlight. I had to do something to pass the time.

Then I remembered that I wanted to be more charismatic. The Town Hall was holding charisma classes for $100 less today. I could swing over there and take a class, then go to the book store, and maybe even check out a few other places in town. I'd have a few hours before I needed to check on Griffs.

I stepped outside and took a taxi to the subway, which was pretty stupid, since I could have just taken the taxi all the way to the town hall. And then I ended up taking a taxi from the station I arrived at the rest of the way to the town hall. Wow. Sims are really dumb sometimes.

The class passed without much excitement. To be honest, I couldn't even tell you what happened in there; I just remember walking in, then walking out. Same with the bookstore. I did the silly subway-taxi thing again, walked in the bookstore, then magically came out with two of the three charisma books. I couldn't afford the third one. And now that I think about it, I don't remember paying for the taxi either! Plus, how can I learn how to socialize with people from a hardcover book anyway? And why can't I remember anything from before I moved here?

All this thinking was driving me crazy. I decided to stop standing outside the bookstore before I got a ticket for loitering, so I began walking toward the park. I guess I was still contemplating and not paying attention, because the next think I know, I'm ass-planted on the ground and a mousey-looking blonde is ass-planted opposite me.

"You idiot!" she shrieked, wiping dirt from her denim hat. "You've been standing there like a chump for at least twenty minutes, and now you decide it's time to move? I could have you arrested for loitering, you know!"

A couple of stinging insults about dumb blondes and short skirts went through my mind, but upon hearing the a-word, I decided to play it cool. If I was arrested, she'd find out about my criminal career, and that'd be a horrible start. But still, I had a difficult time bringing myself to apologize. I couldn't even stop myself to deriving pleasure from the girl's embarrassment at her skirt rolling up and exposing Victoria's fishy secret. She really ought to wear some underwear during the day.

I stood up, dusted the dirt from my skinny jeans, then extended a hand to the girl, muttering something that was supposed to represent an apology. As I pulled her to her feet, her icy-blue glare softened. She extended her hand to me.

"Well, I can't really arrest you. I'm just a Desk Jockey. But hopefully, one day, I'll be able to do something CSI-related," she laughed. "I'm Bianca Rubble."

"Zayn Xu," I said, shaking her hand. She had a firm grip.

"Well, Zayn, I've never seen you around before. Are you new here?"

"Just moved in yesterday."

"Oh, sweet! You'll love it here. I've been here for a while, but more recently I moved into a house with my three best, well, former best… With these girls and my boyfriend, Beau." I stared at her, not quite skilled enough in conversation to know how to respond. She started to talk again. "I mean, he's not exactly my boyfriend. We are in love though. And he loves me the most. Definitely more than those other bi—I mean," she coughed awkwardly. "Anyway, I don't mean to be nosy, but where are you headed? I just got off of work, and well, I'd prefer to avoid going home right now. The Prosper Room's open already, we can go hang out there?"

I again stared at Bianca, inwardly debating whether or not I should go with this girl. She seemed kind of, I don't know, slimy. She was like the stereotype poser-party girl you'd expect to see in a big city, slinking around lounges way too suave for her, trying to get some celebrity. She'd already insulted me and lied to me within two minutes of meeting each other. But I did have a three more hours before I needed to call Griffin. I still had $200 dollars to blow.

"Ah, sure, why not. I have a few hours to spare."

Bianca flashed a grin at me, then grabbed my hand with her right and signaled a taxi with her left. In a few seconds, we were carted off to a sky-rise building. An aura of celebrity and sexiness surrounded the building, which had a mesmerizing glow even during the day. I could tell that Bianca and I were way out of our league. Bianca got out of the passenger seat, and before I could tell the taxi driver to keep going, she'd pulled open my door and yanked me from the yellow car. It sped off before she had barely even closed the door. Bianca dragged me toward the building, ready to harass some celebs, as I cursed under my breath.

Once we were inside, Bianca and I spun into our lounge-wear. She wore a too-tight deep blue strapless, while I donned a blood-red slimming dress that was a little shorter than mid-thigh. As we traveled in the elevator, day turned to night, and we were fully enveloped in the nightlife world. When the elevator opened, we saw the holding room, the portal to the world of celebrity. The only thing stopping us was the bouncer.

He was muscular man who just exuded confidence and authority, only the best for the top spot of Bridgeport. He was a handsome man, with dreadlocks, and when he spoke into his walkie-talkie, I heard a Jamaican accent. He did smell of alcohol, though, so I'm guessing he had a little taste before his shift started. Either way, he was just intimidating enough to make me ask Bianca if I could leave.

She just laughed. "Don't worry, Zayn. He'll be easy. We'll just bribe him."

"I thought I told you I didn't have money for that!"

This, apparently, was funnier than my first protest. "You don't bribe people with money. You bribe them with sex!"

"Sex?" I hissed. "Are you crazy? I'm not prostituting myself out just to get ignored my celebrities! I don't know if you know this, but I just had my first kiss yesterday, and—"

Bianca pressed a well-manicured finger to my lips to shut me up. "Look, sweetie, I've seen all the bouncers. I know how to work this guy. If you don't feel comfortable, just stand by me, smile and snicker, and keep your mouth shut, okay? I'll have us in here in fifteen minutes, tops." With that, she strutted out the elevator toward the bouncer, and I had no choice but to follow.

As we approached, he stopped talking into his talkie and watched us. First, he glanced at me, my eyes rolling and my step less than enthusiastic, and I guess he decided I wasn't of interest. I think he'd already decided not to let me in. Then he looked at Bianca, and I thought I saw his eyes brighten for a second, but his cold, hard glare returned again.

"Ladies," he said, nodding at me, then going back to Bianca, "what can do you for?" I wasn't sure if that was just his accent, or if he was already asking for rates.

Bianca smiled. "Hi, umm," she eyed his nametag. "Evan. I was just wondering," she swirled her foot around as if she were a little shy, but she was really just empathizing her legs. "How much does it cost?"

"To get in?" He looked down and shook his head, feigning sympathy. "Sorry ladies, tonight's extremely exclusive access. Nobody but celebrities get in here. Tomorrow maybe, not tonight."

Bianca giggled. "Not to get inside. To talk to you. Celebrities are so mainstream, you know? What about the people that work to make them special? The guys behind it all?"

Evan sniffed but didn't say anything. I'm pretty sure he wasn't buying it. I sure wasn't.

"If I wanted to talk to celebrities, all I have to do is go to the Cineplex or something. Rockstars and bands for days, standing around outside, pretending to be important. What would they even be, though, without guys doing stuff for them or protecting them and making people think they're worth trying to get to just because a guy is keeping people from them? Not shit, that's what." She rolled her eyes, as if she was just so tired of the whole thing. "So we came to see you. When we get home, we can watch celebrities on TV. They'll always have some other publicity event or some other club to visit sooner or later. But the security, who knows when I'll see you again? You guys are always changing stations and shifts, working behind the scenes, that it'll probably be a while before you even work as a bouncer here again."

He nodded his head a little, as if she'd really said something special.

"Yeah, you guys are the real people. I like a guy with muscle, not a guy head-to-toe in camera make-up." At this, Evan smiled. I could just imagine him thinking, Wow, I have real muscles. I don't wear makeup. This is so true and deep. I had to abstain from gagging.

"So what's your name?" Evan asked. I cleared my throat. "Names," he said belatedly.

"I'm Bianca, and this is my friend Zayn."

"Hi," I said, trying to be pleasant. He nodded politely at me, then turned his attention back to Bianca. I decided I was no longer a part of the conversation, and went to sit in the cushiony bench beside the door. It was only three. Griffin was probably still sleep. But I was desperate to get out of here. I shot him a text, asking if he was awake.

I looked at Evan and Bianca again. Evan was now very animated, telling some story to Bianca, who was either faking interest or was genuinely taken by him, I couldn't tell. I wouldn't be surprised if she was interested though. He was particularly good looking for a bouncer, and her situation with Beau didn't sound so great.

But still, this was boring. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be with Griffin. Something about him was alluring in a way that almost seemed magical. Part of me feared being close to a vampire, afraid that, perhaps, as we leaned toward each other for a kiss, he would try to sink his teeth into my neck and suck the liquid life from my body, causing me to tense up in excruciating pain, and to grow limp with overpowering weakness. But another part of me, the part that smiled at crying babies, looked forward to that moment. Part of me was ready to dominated, to be aroused by my own distress at his cold, bloodless, soulless hands. The loss of control I felt as he ran through my home, then forced himself unto me, frightened me, yet excited me. Fear, I think, was my fetish. Or maybe it was pain. Or suffering. Or anything that was the deterioration and dominion of the human spirit. It was the evil in me, and the innate evil of his vampirism in him, that attracted me, that drove me to live. And while messing with a bouncer may be evil, being a wingman was not, and I was ready to go.

I started to get up and head toward the elevator, but I froze when I saw Bianca leading Evan toward the elevator by his tie. I was about 80% sure she was really into it now, and I was 100% sure that Evan was, judging by the bulge in his pants. Bianca caught my eye and nodded toward the door; she wanted me to go inside and wait for her. I was left with no choice, since she and Evan would soon be occupying the only way out. With a sigh, I pushed open the door to the Prosper Room's general area and entered the height of nightlife.