As soon as my shift had ended, I rushed home and saw that Jasey was already half way done getting ready. Her long, wavy black hair cascaded down her back until it reached the curve of her voluptuous behind, which was only made to look bigger in the slinky black dress she wore that hugged her better than her own mother even could. I felt a twinge of envy at how ginormous her boobs looked. How was I going to get Pierce's attention when I had what looked like a sexy Playboy model for a friend?

"Finally," she muttered as I walked passed her. She was pushing large diamond earrings into her ears. "I thought you had decided to pick up a few more hours."

"Hell no," I muttered, ripping off my uniform and starting up the shower now so it would warm up by the time I had taken my hair down and removed my bra and underwear. "It was so slow today."

"Well, hurry up Abby. I don't wanna' be waiting around forever."

I knew Jasey didn't mean that. She'd wait for me for as long as it took me to get ready. She was just a very impatient person, with a whole "places to go, people to see" kind of attitude. It was a wonder she had remained rooted in LA for so long.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your thong in a twist," I muttered, shutting the bathroom door in her face and removing the rest of my clothes. I stepped into the shower and gasped in delight at the piping hot water that flowed down my body. Sure, at first the water hurt, but once my skin got used to the temperature, there was no other feeling like it.

By the time I had gotten out, my bronze skin was now a slight shade of red and I laughed when I saw that I slightly resembled a lobster. I jumped at the pounding I heard on the other side of the door.

"Laughing means you're not getting ready!" Jasey's voice jokingly whined.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, mom! I'll hurry up!"

I lifted a towel to my hair and scrunched it until it had gone from soaked to damp, letting it fall in waves and leaving it there to dry. I wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom, heading towards my bedroom. As I dug through my dresser drawers, I realized that I had almost nothing nice to wear. I silently prayed that I'd be able to find something in my closet.

I emerged from my bedroom about ten minutes later in an old dress I had bought about two years back but had never really worn. It too, was black just like Jasey's, but mine was strapless and shorter and didn't look as good on my curves seeing as I was only about a B cup. Still, Jasey was beaming as soon as she saw me.

"Mama mia! That's a spicy meatball!" she whistled at me.

I clucked my tongue at her. "Just stop right now or I'm turning around and going to bed."

Jasey cackled with laughter and grabbed me by my wrist, pulling me back into the bathroom. "Make-up time!"

I knew next to nothing about make-up, so I sat dumbly on the toilet, letting Jasey attack my face with various brushes and powders. Looking at her painted face, I only guessed that she was going to make me look like a high class hooker.

"Done!" she cheered, pulling away from me so I could stand and look in the mirror. I got onto my feet and gazed at the two of us, standing side by side.

"We look….slutty. But sexy."

Jasey looked extremely proud. "I know. If Pierce doesn't love you after tonight, he's gay."

I smiled at my best friend and began to walk towards the door. "Well I'm ready to go when you are."

"Good, cuz I've been ready to go all day."

We walked towards the line of people, all of whom were bustling about, hoping to be allowed entry into the club. The bouncer was a large, bald man with a clipboard who seemed to be going through the line as slowly as possible, allowing very few people in and booting the losers out of the line entirely.

I gulped. "Tough crowd."

Jasey, on the other hand, didn't seem phased in the slightest. "He let me in last night, I'm sure he'll let me in tonight."

"I sure hope so. It'd blow if we came all this way just to be turned down."

We found a place in line and I leaned up against a wall, settling in for what I was sure would be a long wait.

"Hey, got any smokes?" a gruff voice surprised me.

I turned to the speaker and saw that it was a man with poofy black hair, tied up into a pony tail. He donned a leather jacket that was completely unzipped, flashing his bare torso to the world. I couldn't help but think how completely senseless this was. Dude's gonna' catch a cold…

"No, sorry, I don't smoke," I admitted.

He shook his head. "Pity. I'm really itchin' for a cig."

I raised an eye brow at him and he looked directly at me with a wide smile. Looking closer, I couldn't help but feel like I had seen this guy from somewhere. I couldn't tell if I had genuinely met him before, or if he just happened to have one of those familiar faces. Still, in case I had met him somewhere, I thought it'd be rude to ask in case I offended him.

"I got some," Jasey interjected. The man and I both watched as she dug through her purse, letting out a triumphant "aha!" as she whipped out a pack of cigarettes.

"Thanks," the man accepted a cigarette from Jasey's outstretched hand, lit it, took a long drag, and beamed. "I needed that. What's a couple of gorgeous girls doing going to a club all alone? No dates tonight?"

I cringed a little, feeling his eyes travel up and down my body. I know he wasn't trying to be completely creepy, I just seriously felt self-conscious, especially when I know for a fact that I'm being checked out. Jasey, on the other hand, was eating up the attention like a starved animal.

"Nope. No dates tonight, unfortunately," she giggled. I about died as she clamped her hands together near her waist, allowing for her arms to push her breasts together.

Lord, kill me now.

The guy seemed amused at Jasey's obvious attempts at stealing his attention and nodded. "Feel free to accompany me inside, ladies. I don't have a date either."

I frowned. Now I really didn't like where this was going. Small talk and a few flirtatious comments were fine, but now this was starting to sound like the beginning of a date rape skit I would've watched in health class back in high school. I really needed to put an end to this. "Too bad the line's so long. We might not even be able to get in tonight. Tough break."

Jasey pouted. "That's true. Right now, the chances of us going in are slim to none."

The guy shrugged, tossing his cigarette to the pavement and stomping it out. "No problem. Just follow me to the front. I'll get us in."

I watched as Jasey's eyes lit up. So much for defusing the situation. "Really? You can get us in, just like that?"

"Yeah, follow me."

He shuffled passed us, hands in his pockets, heading straight for the front of the line. Jasey gave me an excited look before following him. Knowing that I couldn't stand by and let my oblivious friend get abducted, I reluctantly followed.

As the man approached the bouncer, they exchanged a handshake and a quick bro-hug. The bouncer laughed at something the man had whispered to him, then turned around to point at us.

"These beautiful young ladies are my new friends. Mind if they join me inside?"

"Not at all. The rest of the boys should be in the back."

Rest of the boys? I gave Jasey an alarmed look, but she was too busy drooling over ponytail boy to care. Great. They've got a gang bang planned and everything.

"Thanks, man," Ponytail patted the bouncer on the shoulder and motioned for us to follow him into the club. Jasey gave the bouncer a flirtatious "thank you" and I just stumbled passed him, hoping he wouldn't think I was as easy as my friend.

I silently cursed Jasey, glaring daggers at the back of her head as we dodged through the crowd of dancing bodies. The music was loud and the bass was jarring to my internal organs. The scent of alcohol burned my nostrils and most of the sweat that had accumulated onto me wasn't even my own. I began to ponder if it was too late to turn around and leave. I didn't even know if I wanted Pierce anymore if it meant going through all of this just for him to notice me.

He better be great in bed, I thought bitterly.

Jasey suddenly came to a screeching halt in front of me and I about crashed into her. "Jasey, what the-"

I peeked over her shoulder to see what had happened and my eyes widened at the sight before me. There, surrounded by velvet ropes and body guards sat four men, all of whom were obviously in the middle of drinking heavily and having a good time. I took in the two blond men, a familiar, tall, black haired guy, and-probably the most recognizable-a man with light red hair, and I felt my legs practically melt into jello. Glancing at the man with the ponytail, I suddenly realized where I'd seen him before, and it wasn't because we had ever actually met in person. I turned to the man in awe. He simply smiled at me and nodded knowingly.

The guy with black hair caught my eye and cracked a smile. "Aberdeen!"

"Your-your name is not Jeff!" I shot him an accusing look, my face beet red. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd met…it couldn't be…without even knowing?

The rest of the guys all stopped and turned to give him a curious look. Jasey on the other hand began to whine at me. "You met him and you didn't even tell me?"

I ignored her for the moment and focused my attention on the hollow eyes that sparkled under the black bandana.

"Yes it is. Jeffrey is my real name," he chortled. "But I guess most would know me as Izzy Stradlin." He spread out his arms, motioning to the men around him "Welcome to the VIP section."