[b][i]Delilah Rould[/b][/i]

[b]Greater Downtown[/b] 

Delilah Rould went through the rest of her day on a power trip, pulling strings, getting in touch with contacts, and setting everything up for this MacArthur kid. Even though he was only a few years her junior she still couldn’t help but think of anyone younger than herself as a kid. It was probably an annoying trait but she couldn’t help herself. Helga had been more than happy to get a box seat to see the Graviskate finals and a trip to Heat even if it was on the arm of this Richard guy. Delilah had even offered to contact the paparazzi for her ahead of time and Helga was easily on board and didn’t request a dime. The club had been about to undergo renovations so it was going to be shut down for the night, but Delilah convinced the owner to hold off a night before doing so and got the whole place just for Richard and his guests. The ads were easy to secure and a top floor on one of the premier hotels, the Parisian. They would have access to the roof as well where there was a pool, and she reiterated to the staff to keep the floor under them free as well. She had no idea how crazy this guy wanted to go and she wasn’t having complaints on her bill. She had a guy for the clothes and other stocking items, but the HUV was the hardest thing to secure. Turns out the type of thing she was looking for was only found at the very edge of Downtown, almost in the Outward District. She’d made the trip though, and gotten the HUV stocked and ready.

[b]”This guy better appreciate all my work… who am I kidding. The only appreciation I’ll get is a good pay day,”[/b] she mumbled, having had calls and clients demanding things of her all day between setting this party up. Sure, it would look fantastic on her resume. Her name would be in the papers right along with Helga’s and MacArthur’s… “Event Coordinator Extraordinaire Delilah Rould does it again!” she smirked and shook her head. It would be in small print at the end of the article no doubt, but it would be there and she would get more work. If everything went perfectly she could even start charging what she’d charged MacArthur as a regular fee instead of an inflated one. She still wouldn’t have to worry about money for a month easy if she didn’t have another client again this month thanks to the banker’s check, but it was only so important to her. Sure, she loved the amenities she got and was used to. She was self aware enough to know she was spoiled in her life. But that didn’t mean it was fulfilling. Especially when it was party planning for some University brat who wanted to get drunk and break things. If she was planning a party for someone who deserved it… like a little girl from the Outward district whose apartment had been in the building that burned down on the news… that would be fulfilling.

[b]Beacon University of Prestige[/b] – [i]7:00 pm [/i]- Phi Delta Theta Frat House

Delilah snapped out of her thoughts as she stepped out of the HUV, having been sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver she’d hired once they pulled up to the frat house she’d found out Richard belonged to. She had made him stop by her apartment to let her [url=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHq4_Cu85yA/ThZqOX0p29I/AAAAAAAABxM/rBE_3tnFWl0/s1600/Blake-Lively2.jpg]change[/url] before coming out here to the Beacon, but otherwise her day had revolved around making this evening the best of the kid’s life. [b]”Honk the horn,”[/b] Delilah instructed, leaning down to talk to the driver again. The man nodded, honking a few times before loud ‘Yeah!’s muffled by the frat door were heard getting louder and louder like a stampede before bursting open. Helga was stepping out of the main part of the HUV and the boys stopped as she appeared and smiled, giving a flirty wave before speaking in a thick accent. “Which one of you is Richard?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. The client’s son came forward, a goofy half smirk on his lips as he approached her. “That would be me, doll,” he said, his voice gravely from one too many beers and cigarettes. “Happy Birthday, love!” she exclaimed, kissing each of his cheeks before getting back in the HUV, Richard and his posse following, cheering once more. Richard popped back out once more and came up to Delilah. “Stop by each of the sororities before we go and honk. We need more women in this bitch,” he smiled, jumping back in the vehicle and slamming the door. Delilah let her plastered smile turn into a sneer before rolling her eyes and getting back in. [b]“Yeah drive around and honk at the sorority girls. Apparently Helga isn’t enough woman for them,”[/b] Delilah mumbled, having expected such a gesture but still finding herself rubbing her temple. She would be glad when they arrived to the game. She would be able to get a beer at least.