Taking a break from {r e a l i t y} [Open]

[Scarlett Richardson]

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The sweetest thing I ever tasted...
Invite me to pray, let the music glow

So clubs weren't usually Scarlett's thing. Just the thought of the crowded atmosphere of alcohol, loud [and often obnoxious music], and occasional drugs was enough to make her stay back in HN!T's tour bus, and crawl under the covers to sleep. The huge, gyrating crowds dancing to loud, demeaning music made her feel claustrophobic, and the creepy dudes sitting at the bar ordering freaky drinks, and trying to get girls to come home with them...

Ugh. The thought made her shudder.

Yet, here she was, sitting at the bar, with a coke in hand [she was, after all, still underage] watching a local band play - they were called something like, 'We The Kids' - and the club wasn't as scary as she first imagined. Her first thought of the club outside of the doors had been, 'Great. Loud music, drunk people, and totally claustrophia-inducing spaces', and followed by, 'What the fuck am I doing here?' Though, now that she was actually inside, she was glad to see that this 'club' was more of a venue, rather than an actual dance club. A stage stretched across the majority of the front of the space - this is where We The Kids were currently rocking out - followed by a moshpit, where fans were enjoying the music, and finally branching out into a small sitting area and bar, where Scarlett currently was.

There was an upstairs portion of the club as well. Stairs led up to a balcony-like enclosure for another view of the band performing. At the top, a variety of tables and chairs were also assembled for people to sit and chat, though there was plenty of standing room in front of the barriers for the fans to watch the band play from uptop.

Searching the crowd for someone remotely familiar, Scarlett had her beloved fedora hat atop her head, along with her pair of black aviators. Sure, she looked pretty suspicious sitting in a dark club in a pair of sunglasses, but yet again, she didn't want to be recognized. More than likely, at least a sizeable amount of people here knew who she was and what she looked like. She had been so preoccupied that she failed to notice a new-comer joining her at the bar. Finally realising that someone new had joined her, she turned to face them.

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[hayley smith;]

Sweet tea and cookies are what I need...
To make this fairytale come true...
I just want to dance in the rain
and make these nightmares disappear...

Not normally known as a partier, Hayley had eluded captivity by Frank and his infamous Guitar Hero by making some lame excuse about some abnormal cite or another and walked away hurridly with nothing but a pair of jeans, a white shirt and her black boots on. Of course when she had woken she had the sense to place on her face little make up and tie her hair back loosely into a pony tail. Again she had missed breakfast, skipped it actually, but that was the norm for her anyway. Until about twelve pm that day, Hayley had sat happily on the bus' couch with her laptop in her lap and her feet up on the table until the bus had been invaded, which is when she put her laptop away and made the excuse to get out of the bus. It's not that she didn't want to play Guitar Hero, it's that what she really wanted was some space and air.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently not. Which is why Hayley suddenly found herself compelled towards the center of town and for some reason into Club Morphine, where she found fellow bandmate Scarlett Richardson in disguise. Good thing she too had had the sense to bring a hat with her so as not to get reconised by some avid, or crazed fan who wouldn't bug her until she relented and gave them an autograph. Jamming the hat on her head so as not to draw any more attention than was necessary to herself, Hayley walked upto Scarlett, who was in the sitting area, and sat down next to her, drumming her fingers on the top. "Hey Scarlett." Hayley whispered quietly, her voice not reaching anything above normal tone.

Do I need a drink?
No, you don't.
Yes, you do, you should get one.
No, Hayley, you really don't.

Shut up!

Hayley touched a hand to her temple and looked around then back at Scarlett.