Date: 10th March 2012

"Lissa, please I'm begging you," Rose pleaded over the phone.

Rose was on a mission. She had under twenty-four hours to figure out a way to get Adrian to clubbing in order for him to meet Mia. Rose couldn't invite him herself due to her hostile nature with him; he would immediately know that something was up and would start asking questions- which would ruin the whole plan before it even begun. Thus she would then have to face Mia's wrath which would suck. She could make up some crap about making peace but, she was too proud of a person to do that. And Adrian knew it too, unfortunately. What a bummer!

"I don't feel like clubbing Rose. Why can't you invite Adrian yourself?" Lissa asked.

"Have you heard our talks? They are ok, I guess, at first then Adrian becomes conceited which riles me up; before you know it we are quarrelling. Can you see why I can't invite him? He would know something's up."

"You are up to something though."

"So? He doesn't need to know that. He'll probably thank me later if he does work out what's in store for him."

"I don't know..."

"Please Lissa; I'll even let Christian join us." Rose knew she had to pull out the big guns in order for Lissa to change her mind and persuade Adrian to go out, not that it would be tricky not to. It was just that Rose didn't need, nor want, Adrian to know her part in all of this scheming. She would never hear the end of it.

"Really, Christian can come too?"

"Yes, I've just said that he could."

"Ok, I'll go talk to Adrian now and let Christian know."

"Thank you so much, you have no idea how happy I am right now."

"Yeah yeah I know, bye Rose."

"Bye."

The moment the call was disconnected Rose soon texted Mia- 'He's going.'

Mia replied back with- 'Game on!'

Date: 6th March 2012

Rose was wearing her black dress that enhanced every curve her body had and revealed a lot of skin. It had been a while since she last went out clubbing, well clubbing with motives. I seriously need to get a life Rose thought. Her life now had resulted to helping her friends get laid, which was rather a depressing thought for Rose. She felt like she was watching her friends have fun whilst she was on the sidelines waiting to get tagged into their happiness. Good grief, I seriously need a drink to lighten up Rose thought.

Rose was stood next to Christian in discomfort. They only just tolerated each other, for Lissa's sake, and where all waiting for her to finish getting ready. Even Adrian was ready and he liked to take his time when going out, especially with his hair. What is about guys and hair? Speaking of Adrian, he was sat down on Lissa's sofa reading Fifty Shades of Grey to pass the time. His hand moved away from the book to pull at his shirt's collar, signalling that he was hot.

"Good grief I'm hot," Adrian said.

"You would be reading that book," retorted Christian.

Rose laughed at Christian's comment and was tempted to high-five him. It was a remark that she would more than likely say, if Christian didn't beat her to it that is. What a shame.

"I'm only the first page, no steaminess yet. Besides I was actually talking about my looks, not the temperature," Adrian replied.

"So, you've read the book before? Needed some tips, eh? That's really sad to stoop that low just for measly tips. And conceited much? Makes me want to break a mirror," Rose said.

"That would mean seven years bad luck," Christian replied.

"I'll deal with it; it'll be worth it if Adrian suffers about how he can't check himself out. To see him mope would be very entertaining for me."

"Your just jealous little flower, if you want me all you have to do is just ask," Adrian inputted.

"No thanks, rather not catch anything contagious."

"I'm clean," Adrian said defending himself.

"Yeah just like a toilet seat," Rose replied sarcastically.

"That's actually kind of disgusting," Christian said, pulling a face at Rose's comparison.

Each of them mulled over what Rose had just said; every one of them pulled a face showing disgust. They didn't even pay any attention to Lissa who had just entered the room. Lissa carefully scrutinized every face and frowned.

"What's up with you lot?" she asked.

Christian instantaneously greeted his girl friend with a loving kiss.

"Now that's gross, could you please keep the tonsil tennis to a minimum I really don't want to hurl before I haven't even had a decent amount of alcohol in my system," Rose said.

"No need to get jealous," teased Christian.

"Well if you are jealous little flower we could always show them a good time," suggested Adrian.

Rose groaned in response. I can't catch a break with this lot. Instead of commenting Rose headed towards the door in order for her to keep her temper under control.

"If didn't want to all you had to do was say but, it's your loss," shouted Adrian.

Lissa and Christian were on the dance floor dancing together that really resembled grinding. Rose quickly looked at her phone hoping that Mia replied to her text. There was no text. She wasn't exactly enjoying herself or this waiting game. On the other hand, Adrian was having the time of his life. He noticed how Rose would check her phone after several minutes.

"Expecting someone to join us?" he asked.

Rose was startled by the question. "No," she replied quickly.

Adrian raised an eye-brow up at Rose's quick reply.

"What?" Rose asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing, I have nothing on my mind unlike you."

Rose scowled. She turned her head towards the entrance to the club and prayed that Mia have finally arrived. The hope Rose felt dissipated. She chugged the rest of her drink in one go.

"Easy there tiger, wouldn't want someone to challenge you to shots."

"Go find someone else to bug."

"If you ever so insist."

Adrian left. The night was not going to plan, her phone buzzed meaning that she had a message. Rose ignored it. She felt something move to the side of her.

"Sorry I'm late," apologized Mia.

Rose shifted her head and saw that her friend was flustered.

"Are you alright?"

"Me? Great, so where is this Casanova."

"When did I ever tell you he was a Casanova?"

"You didn't, I just guessed that he was. So, where is he so I can show you the delicate art of seduction?"

Rose pointed to where Adrian was standing being surrounded by at least five women. That size was reasonably small compared to other times that they went out and partied. Mia scrutinized Adrian.

"I don't do pretty boys."

"What!" Rose was shocked at Mia's admission. Did this mean that all of this was for nothing? Careful planning and preparation wasted. Yes, Adrian was a pretty boy but he was still a guy. A hot... she so wasn't going to continue that train of thought.

"Yeah, they aren't my type. They're too high maintenance from previous experiences. I'm not saying that he isn't good-looking as he is hot. He's just a pretty boy."

"A pretty boy?"

Mia nodded. Rose sighed in defeat.

"You owe me a strong drink Mia."

The hours passed and Rose ended up on the dance floor after introducing Mia to Lissa and her poor excuse of a boyfriend. She swung her hips side to side entrancing the men dancing around her. Rose lifted her arms in the air getting lost in the music. It was just her and her alone. Everything didn't matter apart from herself. It was a nice feeling to loosen up and enjoy what life can throw at you.

Rose felt a tap on her shoulder. She was about to give the guy an earful as she spun around but was stumped at who she saw.

"With the way you are dancing I'm surprised no one has needed to call an ambulance yet for us men," joked Dimitri.

Guess this night out wasn't a bad idea after all.