[centre][IMG]http://i1279.photobucket.com/albums/y523/textcraft/Aug%202015%20-%204/ae2ce7a219cf928ea4b343c6d875b5f8f8225283e98c57874fc9b571e22675cea552978e07a7525cda39a3ee5e6b4b0d3255bfef95601890afd807096744_zpsxuloylkv.png[/IMG][hr][hr] Jordan, while enjoying the slow burn of the day’s first cigarette, managed to catch something falling out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head just in time to see a shoe fall from the sky and land in the middle of the bombshell’s little group. A shoe. From the air. Well, she wasn’t in Ohio anymore… Based on the wind and the angle of the shoe’s decent, Jordan traced its trajectory back to its source. … Alright, so she simply looked past the group and saw a dude wearing only one shoe. Let a girl have a little fun, would ya? Jordan made note of the dude, due in part to the beard. So far it seemed like Californian men had more gorgeous facial hair and more free-spirited footwear than the guys back home. Not exactly what she had pictured, but whatever. The blonde, not missing a beat, kicked the shoe back, said a couple things, then left. She seemed to notice Jordan as she passed, offering a smile and a wave. The tiny redhead returned both before returning to her survey of the cars in the lot. Seriously, there were some nice wheels out there. Not as nice as hers, but hey, not everyone could be so blessed. [b]“Yo Red, mind if I bum a smoke?”[/b] The voice pierced through Jordan’s inner monologue. She frowned slightly. Red? How dreadfully original. Truly, the creativity of it was overwhelming. Why, Jordan could barely maintain her footing, the urge to swoon growing ever stronger. She turned to face the would-be nicotine poacher. She was met by a taller chick with a tight blonde pixie cut and piercings galore across her face. Her bare arms were covered in tattoos. Back home, this chick probably would have been burned as a witch. A whistle snapped Jordan out of her thoughts. Seriously, she needed to stop with that. [b]“Yeah, my eyes are up here.”[/b] The blonde gestured to her face. [b]“You can take a picture if ya want, but it’ll cost ya a cig. Whaddya say, we got a deal?”[/b]\ Jordan was caught off guard, but found herself laughing after a beat. She nodded as she pulled the pack from her pocket. [color=SpringGreen] “Pfft, yeah alright.”[/color] she managed to spit out as she slid the pack open and pushed a stick out towards the blonde. The pierced girl grabbed it and popped it in her mouth. She waited a beat then sighed. [b]“Alllrriiighhht..am I supposed to light this off your hair or what? C’mon Red, hook a sistah up?”[/b] Jordan rolled her eyes but still found herself chuckling. She pulled out the lighter and started to hand it to the girl, stopping abruptly and swiping it away just as Blondie began to reach for it. [color=SpringGreen]“Enough with this Red crap, okay? It’s Jordan. Jooordaaan. Got it?”[/color] It was the blonde woman’s turn to roll her eyes. She exaggerated a pout before speaking. [b]“Fiiiinnnne. Jooordaaan it is. Now light me?”[/b] Satisfied, Jordan grinned widely as she lit the lighter and held it up for the blonde chick to start the cigarette. She took a long drag and held it for a moment for letting it go. [b]“Tyler.”[/b] Jordan blinked, not quite catching what the blonde had muttered. She started to ask when the blonde looked at her and repeated herself. [b]“The name’s Tyler. Nice ta meetcha, Red.”[/b] Jordan shook her head. It was disgusting cliche, but whatever. They smoked together for a few, exchanging the usual information. Eventually, though, Tyler glanced down at her phone and swore. She thanked Jordan for the cigarette and started to walk away, but she stopped for a moment and turned back. [b]“Hey uh...just throwing this out there, but if yer not doing anything tonight, there’s supposed to be this huge party at the Shangri-La. A couple of the toffs are hosting it, so it should be pretty stellar. You should stop by. Anyway, see ya ‘round.”[/b] Jordan didn’t have a chance to respond before Tyler had left. She was missing some crucial elements here, like, where was the Shangri-La? And what time was the party? ...and what was a toff? She blinked a couple times then finished up her cigarette, throwing it to the ground and crushing it under her shoe. Whatever. A party, eh? She hadn’t been much of a partier back home but...no, no, she couldn’t. She had to cover the shift. She was here to learn, not...uh… She pulled out her phone and opened the message from her coworker. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment...then it typed out an excuse before pressing send. To hell with it. She needed to live a little. Have some fun. Like, why even be here if she was just going to go to work, go to class, then go home? This was a Hollywood party. What kind of dweeb would turn that down? Content with her impulsive decision, Jordan headed off to finish some errands she wanted to run. [hr] Wow uh...talk about out of place. Jordan found her way to the Shangri-La, which for the record, MUCH nicer than anything she’d seen before, and made her way to the rooftop. The atmosphere nearly drowned the poor girl. The guests were for the most part, dressed waaay snazzy. Much more than she, considering she was still wearing the same jeans from earlier that day, ones which had obviously seen better days. She did change her shirt, though. She was wearing a gray t-shirt with the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s red asterisk on the front. Over that she wore a long-sleeved red and blue plaid button-up. But it wasn’t just the clothes. Everything seemed a bit extravagant, at least by her tastes. The little lanterns, for example, seemed to scream classy...or red-light district. And the bar! ...which seemed to be carding. Jordan swore under her breath. That was a bummer. The music was pretty righteous. Not stuff she normally listened to, but it was catchy. She scanned the roof, looking for Tyler or anyone else familiar. No dice. Maybe she was early? It was Blondie’s fault for not telling her a time. Jordan frowned, but quickly switched back to a pleasant grin as she made her way through the crowd. It was hard to make out specific conversations with the music going as it did, so the tiny girl found herself rendered basically deaf. And her diminutive size made it rather impossible to see over people. So she was blind as well. Fun that. Just as she was making such a shrewd observation, the music cuts off abruptly. The next few notes that rolled out of the speakers had Jordan squeal in glee. She’d know those lyrics anywhere… Somehow, Jordan found a way out of the maze of people. She ended up right below the stage. That worked. If she couldn’t get a drink, she might as well enjoy some music and dance a little. So she did. She wasn’t the best dancer around, but fun was fun, and Jordan liked fun. So dance to your heart’s content, little ginger. [/centre]