Faeya grinned as she finally got to the wall, leaning on it. She said "I don't know... I love me some karaoke. Especially if everyone is drunk." She smirked amusingly, but saw Ariana and grinned. "Ariana! Over here!" She waved her hand like an idiot, but she couldn't give two craps.

Exiting the bathroom, Donovan stopped to watch his party through the wall of glass looking out to his back yard. Nothing was broken, no one was fighting, people were dancing, it was what you could call a success. Strangely enough, it still felt a bit distant. Taking the final drink from his glass, Don headed back into his reading room in a slight daze. As he approached the bar, he decide it was a good time for his favorite 70 year aged scotch.

The rustle of pages turning was what brought him from the daze, snapping his attention to a small girl. She was curled in his favorite chair. A quick survey of the room told him she didn't even have a drink. A puzzled look came over his dark exotic features. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" He finally voiced, getting a creeping familiar feeling the longer he looked at her. Where had he seen her face before? Nothing came to him, but but it burned at the back of his head.

"Oh I'm sorry" Nikki said standing up. " I didn't mean to intrude" Nikki smiled as she looked at Donovan. "You must be the host. I'm Nikki Richards, hi" Nikli extended her arm in his direction.

"Wow," Donovan smiled. That where he knew her from; or rather, didn't know her from. She had been in most large films for the last ten or so years, until dropping of the scene completely. "Donovan, yeah." He said shaking her delicate hand, "I mean this is my house. So that makes me the host. So yes."
He stumbled through his response, blushing and clearing his throat as he turned back to the bar. "Can I get you something Nikki? You're no intruder here. Welcome to my study."

Nikki smiled at the studdering boy, "I wouldn't mind a vodka soda" She said smiling deviously. Nikki walked around the room, looking at all the books and trinkets.

Johan took a drink from the bar, hanging near there, talking to people, and managing to pick up a few commissions here and there. He was starting to think about getting with someone - at a party like this, it wouldn't have been too hard if his preferences didn't get in the way. Either way it didn't really matter, he was having a nice time.

Ariana turned her head looking at Faeya seeing that she was calling for her. She smiled waiving at her and walked to Feaya. "Heeey girl. Wow this is the first party that I have been too. I like it." She said sipping some moreof her beer. "Oooh. Karaoke? I wanna sing! I looooooove singing." She giggeled saying it with her sweet tone of voice smiling at Faeya and her friends.

Vito smiled at Ariana nodding to her "Karaoke wasn't really my thing...I'm not the best singer more of a fighter." Vito said sipping his drink looking to both the girls.

Donovan smiled as she sifted through his collection. Walking over to the bar again, he pulled a frosted glass from the freezer, dropping a few cubes of ice in. "Do you go to California U? Or are you just visiting?" He asked, filling the glass with soda water and a couple shots of vodka from his private collection. Walking to her side, he extended the glass slightly. "Madam," he said with a smile.

Nikki took the drink, she smiled. "I go to California U, i'm new" Nikki sipped at the drink, her warm lips met the cool drink, chills ran down her spine. Nikki looked the room until she came across a record player, her eyes lit up when she saw it. "Can I?" she asked as she reached for the needle.

"Go for it. What do you like? Pink Floyd? Simon and Garfunkle? If you can't find anything here I have more.." Pausing while he examined her bright blue eyes, his throat dried. "So," he said, clearing his throat. "So you wouldn't happen to be.." How stupid would he look if she wasn't? It was uncanny. "Like, Nikki Ritchards the actress?" Apparently he sounded stupid before she even could answer, and for t third time that night his tanned skin turned blush.

Nikki slowly put the needle on the record. She turn to Donovan, "Yeah I am" she smiled sweetly. She listened as the music started playing. Nikki leaned against a desk, she looked up at Donovan. "Does that bother you? You're one of my first new friends ever since I left Hollywood." Nikki licked her lips, they tasted like vodka.She finished the drink in her hand and set the glass down.

"It doesn't bother me at all." Donovan made the both another drink and seated himself comfortably, almost completely forgetting of the party he was suppose to be hosting outside. "What do you like to do now that you're done acting?" Placing a balled fist under his chin, staring intently at her stunning features. No wonder Hollywood ate her up, she was so much more beautiful in person. The scotch was warm in his stomach, and made him feel daring.

"Nothing really" Nikki replied, she sat close to Donovan and sipped the new drink. "My agents keep calling me, they keep sending me scripts." Nikki bit her lip again, she looked up at Donovan, "What about you, what do you like to do?" Nikki smiled.

Her answer caught him off guard, and Donovan couldn't help but laugh softly. "Nothing." He repeated with a chuckle. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, I just wasn't expecting. I produce music, would you like to see?" Standing, Donovan picked up his sweating scotch glass and held out a hand extended toward her.

Nikki took his hand and followed him.

Opening the door to his basement studio, there was an intense smell of foam and new carpet. The room that welcomed them had a set of drums, a dozen guitars of all different kinds, basses, and a plethora of instrument cases. "Welcome to my happy place." He said, giving her hand a light squeeze before letting it go. "And this," Donovan grinned "is where I spend most of my time." Opening the next door in the circuit, it revealed two large leather seats. Behind those, a huge touch sensitive digital mixing council, a set of plasma screens, and stacks upon stacks of preamps. Seating himself in the largest of the two chair, he began powering up everything up. "What kind of music do you like?"