[color=pink]The ashy-blue haired girl rolled her eyes rather dramatically when he invited her to stick around to learn more about who was behind the bad boy persona. “How about instead of being a ‘persona’ you just be yourself hotshot?” Was her response as she took a drink of the scotch. Sure, it was an eight thousand dollar bottle of alcohol but Crystal was worth more than money could buy. Then again this was damn good scotch.[/color]

[i]Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…[/i] was the mantra that went through her head as she held perfectly still. Deep down inside, she had hoped… prayed that Jack wouldn’t notice her. But alas, he approached her and praised how pretty she looked. Her face flushed a deep shade of red and her gaze turned downwards looking at her shoes. Her toe poked gently at the hard wood beneath her feet, “Probably an annoying blue haired girl and a loud mouth ‘bad boy’.” Even the tone in her voice said she used bad boy in quotes. Her hazel gaze moved upwards to look up at Jack and gave him a small smile. “I don’t know why I let Crystal talk me into going out but I’m glad I’m here. Congratulations on your album…”

Her words were cut off by the sound of Robert’s words and her attention turned to him, along with the rest of the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, Crystal cheered the drink in her hand towards Robert, obviously she knew what he was doing and Addie… well not so much. 

The chants of Dance with her… which she’s pretty sure began from Crystal (damn her) echoed around them. Her gaze shifted up to Jack who seemed to be as red as she was. How can he be so embarrassed when he’s almost always the center of attention of things? A small laugh left her as she gently took his hand, “If it will get them to shut up let’s just get this over with.” Her voice was kind and gentle despite her word choice but the sooner they danced the sooner people would go on with their night.

Taking him to the dance floor she placed a hand within his and one on his shoulder.

[color=pink]Crystal went to Robert’s side as he came down from the DJ booth as he received his drink. Clinking the glass she had in her hand against his, she smirked. “Good call hotshot. But don’t push them too hard, their faces might explode.”[/color]