[Open] Waiting in lines is seriously stupid.

[Kaela]

Walking down the street I simply thought about what I was going to do tonight. Drinking, of course. Hooking up with someone, of course! She thought, the usual night. Carlie sighed and looked down at the sidewalk in front of her. She didn't want to get totally trashed tonight. After all, she had to have some class.

She took a right turn at the sidewalk, she sighed, a line. It also happened to be a long one too. You know, the kind of line that takes up about half of the block. Well, if she was going to wait in line, there would be no way in hell she'd get to the front and be denied because she forgot her fake I.D. So she looked down into her silver clutch, which beautifully matched her silver above the knee strapless dress. One of her favorites. She reached her hand in and felt around, cell phone, there. She then felt a hard piece of plastic and pulled it out.

"Perfect." Carlie smiled. Because in her hand was a fake I.D. not just any fake I.D. her fake I.D. She got in line behind a tall, 25 year old man. She looked him up and down, he wasn't muscular or anything, just plain. Not the kinda man she liked, so she decided to be quiet. The last thing she needed was to have a scrawny guy hitting on her. The line moved forward and about 20 minutes later she was at the head of the line. Thank god.

A huge man stood at the door, she could hear the musics beats banging from inside the club. "Identification, ma'am." The man looked down at Carlie. "Here." She handed him her fake piece of plastic. He handed it back. "Go on in," He smiled while opening the door. "Thanks." She walked inside her heels making a click click sound on the floor. She sat at the bar. "What will you have, sweet heart." Carlie smiled. "An apple martini." The bartender turned and made her drink in record time. "Here." He set the drink on the bar. Carlie sipped it. Then she passed the man a $10. Carlie picked up her drink, and sat on a couch in the corner of the dimly lit club. Now, all she had to do was wait.

[Jenny]

[Kaela]

Her martini was half way done. She could already feel the alcohol coursing through her blood. Wait, was that possible? Carlie thought, she shrugged it off. BAC's weren't her strong point, all she knew was the more alcohol, the better.

She must have been thinking hard about it, cause she didn't even notice a man sitting across her. He looked well, like her type of man. She smirked and silently studied him, he was quite cute, the kind of man Carlie could go for. Those piercing were what attracted her the most. Not to mention his cute black hair.

Carlie cleared her throat. She might have had half a martini, but her words weren't slurred yet, So she began to speak, Loudly so he could hear her over the music. "Hey, I'm Carlie." Carlie smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "What's your name?" She leaned in so she could hear him better. This was gonna be fun.

[Jenny]

[Kaela]

Zacky? Carlie mentally laughed. She'd feel embarrassed if she laughed out loud. But it was an interesting name, kinda cute. If you got used to it. Well, it's not like she was going to get used to it.

"Is that short for anything?" Carlie asked. But then she brushed it off, how would she feel if an annoying and cute girl asked her questions about her life? Well, she'd probably felt flattered. But that was her vain and stupid self.

She decided to ask another question. "What do you do for a living, Zacky?" Carlie smiled, she wasn't interested, she just wanted to know if he was rich or not.

[Jenny]

[Kaela]

Carlie smiled. She gulped down the rest of her martini. Did he just lie to me? "Ya know," Carlie laughed. "You're a terrible liar." Carlie smirked. "But, If you really want something to do." Carlie opened her clutch and swiftly pulled out a ten dollar bill, then clasped the clutch closed.

"Go get me another apple martini." Carlie smiled sweetly. She passed him the ten. "Tell the bartender this time to put salt around the rim." Now she was just a little drunk, but not drunk enough to form a half-baked plan in her brain. Well, maybe it wasn't a plan, maybe she just wanted another drink.

[Jenny]

[Kaela]

Carlie was shocked. She bent down in her seat to pick the ten up off the ground. "Ass." Carlie sighed. She was still thirsty. So she got up, almost falling over as she did, before she immediately sat down. "Too fast...too damn fast." Carlie shut her eyes.

She tried again, this time not getting up too fast. She made her way to the bar. About half way there, a man grabbed her ass. "Hey baby. Let's get out of here." He was tall, skinny, and not too cute. She swore it was the same guy that was standing in front of her in the line. Carlie removed his hand from her butt. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Carlie yelled. "Girls like me don't leave with scumbags like you." The man stood there, mouth agape. Carlie was about to spit on the dude before she thought it through.

Then her mood drastically changed. "Ya know what. Don't worry about it." Carlie walked away, hips swinging side to side. She didn't want to see Zacky at the bar, she knew it would probably be terribly awkward. So she went clear on the other side of the bar. "Apple martini, with salt on the rim." Carlie sat on the barstool waiting for her drink.