[center][b][h1][color=red]Ethan Aster[/color][/h1][/b][/center]
[h2][center]Location: Club Aether[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4675037]Vika[/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4675036]Marlin[/url] [@PrinceAlexus][/h3][/center][hr]
Ethan looked around for Victoria. He hadn't seen her in the crowd around the stage. She was rather petite which he liked but made for getting lost in a crowd easy. He finally caught sight of her with her friend. She was trying to hide and doing a really bad job of it. He chuckled softly and called over a waiter.[color=red] “Victoria Olympus and the little blonde she is sitting next to. Get their drinks replaced courtesy of Ethan Aster. Make sure they know who bought the drinks and that the invite to sit with us is still on the table.” [/color]He watched the waiter walk off but got caught up with a fan wanting an autograph. Wondering to himself when he was going to be able to talk to Victoria again.[hr]

A waiter brought Marlin and Vika a refill. “Compliments of Ethan Aster the lead singer of The Sirens. For Victoria Olympus and friend. He wanted to let you know that the invitation to sit in the bands reserved section was still available. I think someone has a crush on you sweetheart. You go girl!! Get ‘em!!!!” The waiter winked and smiled at the girls as he walked off thinking nothing much other than it was romantic to say the least. A group of girls glared at the sisters. 

The group of about six girls came over and glared at Vika and Marlin. One of them a tall thin blonde in a black Gothic style dress tapped her this season Prada heels.[color=salmon] “Just who do you think you are accepting drinks and invite to sit from the lead singer of a band that you haven't even heard of?” [/color]She flipped her hair self importantly.[color=salmon] “Bitches like you ruin everything for the rest of us. I mean seriously who'd want you; with your three seasons ago boots and pathetic skirt and top that you bought at a Goodwill? No fashion sense whatsoever. On top of that bet you're easy and you lie there like a fish and think you're great. Thinking the sad boy who took you home is going to be the one. Bet they don't return your phone calls or text messages either. Honey get some moves and you might get actually get a real man. Not that you'd know what to do with him. Cause if you dance like you fuck then you need to go back to the sandbox little girl. Leave the men for us women.” [/color]

She smirked and tossed her honey blonde hair as the girls around her snickered.[color=salmon] “Oh and your little pathetic excuse for a friend here looks like she's waiting for someone to roofie her so she can get laid. Probably happens a lot.” [/color]The blonde smiled viciously as she directed her comments to Marlin.[color=salmon] “Yes it's all your fault sweetie pie you make an easy target. Sad and pathetic is what your old lovers look for in girls. So you two little girls should send the drinks back and leave.” [/color]The group; of about what started out as around six girls had grown to about sixteen, at this point all pointing and laughing. Some even nodded emphatically and watched smirking. Others sneered and snickered. A few lewd comments directed at the sisters were heard. Things like “I've got some time to teach them how to fuck!!” and “I like fishing I'll take you home!!!”[hr]

Done signing about what felt like the hundredth autograph Ethan looked over to the reserved section in hopes of seeing Victoria. No such luck. In fact what he did see was a face he hadn't seen in years. Joel Nicolosi with a gorgeous redhead? Well well well. That was something else to ponder for later. He'd have to go say hi. When he looked back at where he last saw his little goddess she looked like she was going toe to toe with some sycophant of his. Right. Time to step in. He shouldn't have made the gesture of the drinks. He headed over her way.