Max's POV
"I feel ridiculous." I say.
"Well trust me when I say you don't LOOK ridiculous." Dreslin tells me.
"I don't trust you." I respond.
"Why not?" she exclaims.
"Don't take it personally. I just don't trust anyone, but there's also the fact that this is worse than our disguises. We look even more like hookers it's not funny." I say incredulously.
"Yeah this is beyond even me. I expect Fang to come in here any second waving one hundred dollar bills." Ashley adds.
"Oh my gosh! Ashley, did you just make a joke?" Dreslin guffaws then laughs.
"Yeah I think I did...and it was actually funny." Ashley says with a look of wonder on her face.
"Not now that you said that." I say.
So, Dreslin decides to dress us up for the club. Why did I agree to this? *inward groan* I also wonder where she got these clothes that fit each of us perfectly. Dreslin is wearing a sparkly light blue mini dress with matching heels. Her blond hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Not to mention the complementary make-up she meticulously put on. I'm a bit jealous of Ashley though. Her outfit is the easiest to fight in. She's wearing these like neon green cheerleading shorts and what looks like a gray t-shirt that hangs off her shoulders with slits cut down both sides. She's also wearing green converses and her hair is in a side ponytail. Now what do I think I look ridiculous in you may be wondering? I am wearing a black mini mini skirt (I'm serious, I'm afraid to bend down because my butt would show) and a black shirt with a WAY too low neckline that has a white stripe going across the bottom. Thankfully I convinced her to let me wear boots except the problem is they are these high hooker boots and my brown-blond curls are hanging down out of their usual ponytail. Dressed like this, I look a lot less threatening than I'm trying to be and I hate it.
"Now that I've stopped laughing at Ashley, I can surely tell you that Fang won't be coming in with hundred dollar bills because he's gone." Dreslin says.
"And you know this how..?" I ask her.
"I HAVE to know it I'm going to dress you up like this, aren't I?" she answers.
"I guess so. The less people who see me like this, the better." I say.
Dreslin just rolls her eyes and says, "We'd better leave if we wanna get in before 11."
"It's not too late for you to come to your senses and take up my offer on training." I say with a last glimmer of hope in my eyes.
"I don't think so." Dreslin says then grabs my arm and tows me toward the elevator while Ashley follows.
Dreslin's POV
This. Is. Awesome! Max, Ashley, and I just walked into the club and are standing by the bar. Excitement is coursing through me, but of course, being with Max, my buzz is short lived. "It's too loud!" she complains into my ear.
"You're at a club! What did you expect?" I say back into her ear.
"I expected people to be sitting down, playing checkers, and listening to smooth jazz." she responds with heavy sarcasm.
"Too bad, now have some fun!" I say and then push her into the crowd of dancing people. She is immediately gets tossed around and I see her glare back at me once more before she gets lost in the crowd.
"You shouldn't have done that." Ashley says from beside me.
"She needs it." I reply.
"You'll have heck to pay later." (Ashley)
By now we're at the bar so I say, "You need it too." to Ashley and then call over the bartender. I show him our 'modified' IDs then say "She'll have whatever he's having." with a wink when I point at some guy beside us. "I've always wanted to say that." I tell Ashley.
"Are you crazy?" Ashley shrieks at me.
"Certifiably? No." I respond calmly.
"Yes, you are. Not only for bringing us here, but for telling me to DRINK too." she says getting louder.
"You need to loosen up." I tell her. "Fine! What the heck?" she says and gulps down whatever it was.
"Hey! Can I get another one of these?" she asks the bartender, raising her empty glass. What have I done?
Max's POV
I am going to MURDER Dreslin if I ever get out of this endless sea of hot, sweaty, hormonal, people. Every instinct and training I've gone through is telling me to punch everyone who touches me, but I'm sure that would be a most of this crowd. I'm being groped, felt up, grabbed, or whatever else there is and it's getting on my every nerve. "Hey cutie," I hear in my ear as a pair of arms slither their way around my waist simultaneously. I blush automatically then curse myself. I am not enjoying this. I glare at the guy who has a hold on me and remove his arms as I say, "My name is Max." I see his confident smile falter a bit at my gaze, but he just smiled a bit wider after the initial surprise wore off. Either this guy is extremely confident or extremely stupid.
"Ok then Max. My name is Sam. It's a pleasure to meet you." he says.
"I really wish I could say the same." I say with heavy sarcasm as I look into his grey eyes and try to ignore how uncomfortably close we are. So what if he's kind of cute. I still don't like this situation.
"Aw that hurt my feelings. Maybe you should dance a little. Relieve some of your tension." He says and proceeds to massage my shoulders and sway to the music which moves me as well. I close my eyes a bit. The tension actually leaving my body for a minute before I really start to think about what is happening.
My eyes snap open in a heartbeat. "Um...it was nice to meet you Sam." I say to him as I shrug off his hands that had snuck back to my waist. Sneaky devil. Then I half push, half get pushed through the crowd. I ignore any protests that come from the dancing people. I finally make it out of the sea of dancing people and lean against a wall that is somewhere in the back of the club. I feel as if people are staring at me now. Why didn't I just tie Dreslin up and put her in my closet? I take huge gulping breaths. Yes. That would have been so much easier than this. I proceed to try to make my way back to the bar so that I COULD tie her up and leave. As I pass a booth, I notice something and stop. There are two people. A cheap looking girl on a guy. The guy looks chillingly familiar to me…
Dreslin's POV
I am in SOOO much trouble! I let Ashley get drunk! While I am silently hoping for a quick death, I hear someone yelling. I find the source and quickly walk over to it. Some chick is yelling at Ashley for dancing *cough* with her boyfriend. I don't see who pushed who first, but all of a sudden they are at each other's throats. Ashley, being an assassin and all, is obviously winning even though she is drunk. Afraid Ashley will kill the girl; I push the chick back and drag Ashley away. I really didn't mean for there to be a bar fight!
A/N: ok obviously by now you've realized that I'm only going to update on weekends, sorry but thats all I can do. REVIEW! Id really like more of them. So questions, comments, concerns, and criticisms if you will. THANKS! :)