i wanna party, i wanna samba (javier)

[rainna adele wolfe]

Rainna didn't come to Club 18 to just dance. No. It was more like she was too busy wanting to get rid of stress from that morning. Shooting a movie was hard, even if you were so use to it. She sighed as she ordered a drink and sat there at the bar. It wasn't as if she was anti-social either. Tonight she just felt horrible. Maybe it was because it was close to Valentine's Day. Rain didn't have anyone. At all. Well, she could find someone as Rainna Adele Wolfe, famous actress. But right now she was being Joyce Fairgrove. Unpopular, normal. She could party with normal people. She was like them. Just as long as she hid her eyes and dressed like a normal person. 'Normal....I forgot what it was like.' she thought as she sipped on her drink gently.

The music continued to play as she watched the people around her dance to the music. She wouldn't be out there until she had a few more drinks. That was the truth. She was going to definitely get drunk that evening. And no one would stop her. Her eyes glanced to one particular male who seemed to be having a good time. Smirking a little, she turned to face the bar and ordered her second drink of the evening. It was times like this that she needed to be drunk for. If she slept with anyone, it wouldn't matter. She wouldn't remember and she would easily leave the next morning to go to work. That's how it normally happened.

It was then a cheesy love song came on and she rolled her eyes.

Just her luck hmm?

[javier carlos silva]

Javier's shift at the club had just ended when he hoped over to the bar being suddenly surrounded by music lovers, or dj lovers. His self esteem had been boosted since moving to Paris, he was kind of a celebrity at the club, maybe not everywhere else, but here, his favorite place he was indeed at home, and accepted. Glancing across the bar he noticed at girl who had not found herself in the crowd of people.

Trying to study the girl for afar he decided that his mission would be more successful up close. Once the group had died down a little he made his way through the leftover group. Finding himself near the girl he smiled mischievously and leaned on the bar next to her.

"How are you doing tonight," he said turning on his heart melting and charming smile and continued, "miel?" Thanking God for his deep Spanish accent that tended to melt the heart of others, especially the hopelessly romantic, like she seemed to be judging for her reaction to the love song that had just come on the sound system. "You don't like the music?" He laughed hoping that she had recently come in and wouldn't be insulting his djing skills anytime soon. Being a dj, and a damn good one at that, was his passion, and he probably couldn't go on much more if a pretty girl insulted his talent. Smiling looking up at an angle to her he looked at her with his wide brown eyes feeling intoxicated by now.