(Michael)

Michael hung up the phone. He had just spent a good thirty minutes talking to Lincoln, before finally finding the nerve to bring up the real reason behind his call.

His brother had been trying to set him up with someone for the last six months, ever since Michael's somewhat serious relationship with his ex, Kristen had ended… badly.

He sighed now and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Though Linc had assured him that Angela was a sure thing, and not really looking for anything more then a good time, Michael still wasn't sure.

Was this really what he wanted? He knew the answer to that question, but wouldn't let himself think about it. Besides it had been far too long since he had been with anyone, and maybe if he spent a little time with someone it would make being around Sara a little easier to handle?

He leaned back against the couch and sighed. He hadn't really been expecting his brother to suggest they hook up with the girls tonight, but he had no legitimate excuse for not hooking up, so it was a date. He was due at his brother's club around 8:00.

He had just sat forward and was about to head for the shower when his cell phone rang. Sara.

He looked at it as it rang and then pushed the button answering her call.

"Hey, Sara."

He listened to her voice come over the line and leaned back closing his eyes.

"Hey, come over tonight, okay?"

She sounded a little upset, but then that wasn't an unusual thing with her.

"Um, I can't…I ah… I'm hanging out with my brother tonight."

His semblance of the truth bothered him.

He listened to her silence and when she finally spoke he told himself what he heard in her voice wasn't a close reflection of the disappointment he himself was feeling at not seeing her.

She softly said goodbye and he clicked the phone closed against his chest.

Yep, he needed this…badly. But he had a feeling it would take more than one hot night with a hottie from his brother's club to get his mind off the unattainable.

Sighing deeply, he headed for the shower.

(Sara)

Sara put down the phone and closed her eyes, her fight with her father still ringing in her ears. She had wanted to tell Michael about it, but somehow when he said he was busy, she had lost her nerve.

She didn't want him to feel obligated to spend time with her, but still the fight had been pretty bad. And now her father was off to some function and she was left alone to dwell on it.

It was times like this she missed smack the most. Heroin was a good cure all when it came to making one forget.

She sighed and rubbed her track marks. They ached with a psychological need that was scary at times. She knew this was probably just her imagination, but still…She rolled off the bed and paced the floor, her eyes moving to the phone.

All it would take was one phone call and she could be flying again. No!

She took a deep breath. She could do this. She didn't have to have Michael holding her hand through every tough situation. She sank onto her bed her two-toned locks falling over her eyes. She sat like this for a few minutes concentrating on just breathing. And then she had an idea.

She hopped up and began searching for what she knew had to be somewhere. And then she remembered. She pulled out her top drawer and flipped it over, heedless of the fact that her entire selection of underwear and bras now lay at her feet.

With a satisfied smile she ripped the fake ID off the back of the drawer and then slid it back into place.

She then made her way to her father's room. She pushed open his door and went to his bathroom. She found what she was looking for quickly and then headed back to her room to get ready.

Maybe drugs were out of the question, but she had no problem with a little alcohol to help her through a tough night.

A few sleeping pills in a steaming cup of coffee would take out the goon on duty and then she could slip out unnoticed.

She smiled at her reflection as she touched up her make-up. This should be fun.