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[GAVEN T. LERONE]

A party, it sound fun, well at least for the conversation Gaven was having with the two girls over twitter, He was not really the one to up and go off to a party without asking his brother if he would come along but the more he talked the Astrid the less Gaven wanted to get to the party. Peyton was already tanked, but Gaven had not started drinking yet and from what he could determine Astrid was not dunk yet but she wanted to be. Gaven smiled as he read threw a few of his tweets, he was kind of flirt or trying to slightly. Astrid was cute why not.

Placing hi phone in his pocket and grabbing his two bottles of Malibu, Gaven headed down the hall to the elevators, a few of the bads where staying in this hotel it was reasonably priced and it was closed to the location of thier next show so it was more convenience that landed them there. Pressing the up button he waited for the elevator the come ot his floor. He could have always took the stairs but he bit of a lazy mood and it was saver carry to glass bottles to use the elevator. Hearing the ding Gaven wated for the doors to open and he walked in.

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[PEYTON C. RILEY]

When Peyton had made her first tweet, it wasn't because she planned on getting drunk at an impulse party. Quite the contrary, actually. She had had no intentions of getting drunk. She was simply tweeting because she'd acquired some Malibu Mango (her favorite kind) at a local liquor store. She really just planned on enjoying a glass and watching a movie or something. But as soon as she tweeted, everyone wanted to get drunk.

She didn't mind. She liked the company, and once the prospect of a 'party' had been theorized, she decided having a good time was just the thing she needed. They'd been on the road for just a few weeks now, and hadn't really had time to party. The show would be the following night, so there was no prep time for a show at the current moment. The bands could just relax or party or whatever. Besides, even though Peyton worked for MTV, she didn't know a lot of the bands very well, and this would be an interesting, albeit fun, way to get to know them. She knew Astrid pretty well, and Monte and Gavin, but that was really about it. And there was always a chance of a hook up at a party, and there were some really, really good looking band members here.

Well, now, Peyton was nearly drunk off her ass. She was giggling like a monster, but she was having fun. The girls weren't quite as drunk as her, but Peyton was a light weight, it didn't take much. She knew Gaven was on his way with more alcohol, and when she head the elevator ding outside her door she hopped up from her bed and ran to it, throwing the door open. "Gavie!" she yelled, practically glomping him. "I know you brough'more Malibu. I might perform sssexual favorsss to get it." she teased, her speech slurring a little on the s words.

[ASTRID E. BARKER]

When Astrid had replied to Peyton, she didn't really have any true intentions of getting plastered out of her mind. She just wanted a good time, like everyone else. This was really their first bit of downtime since the tour started a few weeks ago, and although the tiredness had began to wear on everyone, the prospect of a party beat an extra few hours of sleep. And although Astrid knew Peyton already, and a few other girls on the tour, she was excited to hang out with her nonetheless, along with get to know the other people on the tour better.

Now, when Astrid had arrived at Peyton's room, she was luckily one of the first people there, so she had gotten a bit more of the rum then late comers, but as she watched the night progress, she saw the bottles grow emptier, and Peyton grow a bit more intoxicated. Although, taking her body size into consideration, it looked like Astrid would be a lightweight when it came to holding her alcohol - or maybe she just didn't drink a lot - but she didn't feel too drunk at the moment - a bit buzzed if anything. As as the hours without a drink passed that buzz grew lighter and lighter.

Eventually, she found herself tweeting a guy from another band, Gaven, who was on the tour. Just like it was with many others, Astrid knew him, but not like she knew her friends back home. Somehow, after a weird conversation of ages and past flings, he had agreed to abootycall coming to the party, along with his two bottles of Malibu. Where had these people been getting their drink anyways?! Astrid hadn't seen a liquor store around for miles, but asking this would be off topic. Astrid was glad that Gaven was coming though, liquor or not (although that helped recreate that lovely buzz). He seemed like a nice enough guy, and his looks didn't hurt the eyes either.

Astrid had been sitting on the bed, along with Peyton, and a a few other people. As she was talking to another girl, who was a mercher for another group, Astrid felt the weight shift on the bed, as Peyton got up and ran, a bit off balance, to the door. While gripping the edge of the bed, she strained to listen to whom Peyton was speaking too. Even if it hadn't been Gaven, Astrid would have hopped up anyways, to stop these proposed sexual favors in exchange for the rum.

"Woooaah, there. Don't trade yourself for the Malibu so soon, Pey" Astrid said, as she came up from behind, trying to pry her off the innocent bystander, Gaven, carrying the Malibu. "Come on in," She said, laughing a bit, as she stood back from the doorway, making room for Gaven to enter.

[GAVEN T. LERONE]

Gaven was not out of the elevator for more then ten second when he saw Peyton's door opened, he knew she was drunk from her text but he did not think she was that drunk. Id he was drunk himself she would have probably knocked him right over. Half smiling because he was not sure what to do at the moment, sure he had girls throwing themselves at him all the time but he was not really the kind of guy that like to be touch all the time. it was bad enough that he had to deal with tones of young teen girls trying to grab his bits when he was close to the edge of the stage. "Well it is nice ot see you again Peyton." He said and just as he did Astrid can over and saved him. he would have to send her a thank you DM on twitter later.

Now with Peyton off of him he was free to talk in the room. The first thing he notice was the lack of guy in the room was he the only one that was invited, Gaven began to hope not. Sure it was not hard to get along with girls but on man in a room full of drunk ladies was never a good thing. From his experience in the past, alcohol tended to increase sexual desire in people, Gaven was beginning to wonder if he made the right decision coming up to the room wohtout his brother on anyone else of course. He felt like he was the only pie left on a all you cn eat buffet and everyone was looking at him, wondering who was going ot hget their hands on in him first. "Thanks Astrid, how it this party going so far ladies?"

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[MONTE J. PHILLPS]

It was funny, really, how this whole party had started with a tweet. As she was sitting in her room, chilling out before the first show, Monte just happened to creep the twitter of Peyton Riley, a vj for MTV that Monte had the pleasure of meeting one time when Peyton interviewed Monte's band, Liars and Lovers. The two of them got along really well for only spending a total of five hours together, but lost all contact minus a few cell phone, IM, and Twitter conversations here and there. Today, though, after seeing that Peyton was planning a party in her room with Astrid Barker of Astrid and a couple bottles of Malibu Rum, Monte knew what her night was going to be consisting of.

After traveling up the one flight of stairs to the floor above her, Monte entered Peyton's room (it was obvious what one it was: the large pink star on the door gave it away). "Hello, dolls," she greeted the two girls already in attendance. "I say we get our drink on. But we need to keep it on the down low. I'm not of age yet, and if this get's out, my record company is going to shit a brick," she laughed, walking over to the mini bar and grabbing a glass of rum and pineapple juice. "Cheers, girls," she saluted Peyton and Astrid.

As the night wore, the rum seemed to disappear and Peyton seemed to be hammered. Monte found it amusing; she'd never been that drunk before. Peyton was loud and fun, while Astrid was quite yet happy. Most of the other people there (merch and techies from the other bands) seemed a little intimidated to be in the presence of three fairly well known people. Monte felt in charge.

The number of famous people soon increased to four as Astrid let Gaven, the lead guitarist for her band, into the room, carrying two more bottles of rum. Peyton was especially happy to see him, and when she offered sexual favors, Monte knew she had enough. "Ok, ok, settle down, Pey," she said, walking over to the pink haired girl and dragging her away from the only piece of meat at the party. "Let's get you a drink of water before we crack open another one of those rum bottles," Monte said, before turning back to Gaven.

"Don't get too wasted tonight," she said to him. "If you mess up even one note tomorrow, I'm going to make sure your life sucks for the rest of this tour," she threatened, before busting out laughing. "No, just kidding. But still, I wanna melt some faces tomorrow," she clarified, which still meant don't get too drunk. She knew Gaven knew she was kidding; the two had dated for a while back before they got signed. They broke it off before their relationship became too big for the band, but they were still really close now.

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[CARLA M. DE SILVAS]

Carla had told herself that she would try to write a new song tonight. So that was exactly what she'd sat down to do. Her laptop was on, but if it was telling her things, she wouldn't know until she checked it. And she was true to her words, in some ways. She spent at least an hour trying to come up with something new, but it just wasn't her night. With a sigh, she gave up and went back to check her laptop. Now that the tour was on the road, Carla kept up to date with all the other bands touring with her and November Nights.

And boy had she missed a lot. The amount of messages going back and forth between some of the people on the tour was crazy. She had to go back pages on the website to see what they were talking about, and when she did finally see that Peyton Riley, the TV personality was having a get together at her hotel room, Carla couldn't believe she'd chosen that exact time to work on a song, and she'd had no luck with it. So she'd basically wasted that time, when Peyton was having a party round hers. She posted a quick message to Pey, letting her know that Carla was on her way. And then she was off.

It didn't take long for Carla to get to Peyton's building, and all the while she'd been using her phone to check who was going tonight. Carla popped into a small shop on the way so she could buy a bottle of Malibu to contribute to the drink tonight. Peyton seemed to like it, so she though it was a safe bet. She knew where Peyton was staying, so she made her way swiftly to the stairwell. She would've used the lift, but there were a group of people waiting to go up, and she really didn't want to stand cramped in a lift whilst waiting for it to reach Payton's floor. She took the steps two at a time, reducing the time it took for Carla to reach it.

She knocked on the door, hoping that her knock was loud enough and that there was at least one person who was sober enough to realise there was someone at the door and that they should answer it. After all, more drink was on the other side with Carla.

[KENTON D. MARKEY]

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So, Kenton had no idea why he was here, but he was all the same. He had been following a tweet on Peyton Riley's page - he hadn't said anything of course, because he was too much of a coward to say anything. He'd wanted to, but whatever. He just showed up when everyone else started showing up. No one probably knew who he was, let alone wanted to talk to him. He was just a guitarist in a band - yeah, that would go over will with the ladies, or, at least the way he'd say it. Yeah, he was just that much of an idiot. At least this girl had booze. And Malibu booze, which was even better. He could see she had taste - for liquor, anyway. He didn't know so much about her interior design skills - but hey, anything that didn't remotely look like a bachelor pad was ugly to him. Most of the people were drunk here, and normally, that would have been exciting to him. But not tonight, because he wasn't in that kind of mood. The party mood. He was in a bum mood, which was probably why he'd stashed away a whole bottle of Malibu for himself and sucked it down in five drinks. He hadn't thought so many people would show up, but it was as packed as a nightclub.

He didn't even know this Peyton, he'd just seen her on television. o again, he found himself asking why he had come. Probably to get out of the tour bus - it was depressing him. Probably because his sister kept calling to check up on him, racking up his minutes and annoying the hell out of him. Sometimes, she just needed to leave him alone. Hence the situation he was in. He had no phone, because he'd left behind in the depressed tour bus. He was going to have to hope he could hail a tab, instead of call one. He wouldn't use Peyton's phone - he wasn't in that much of a bum mood - and partly because he didn't know her that well, either. yes, he knew her well enough to steal her booze, but not to use her phone. Maybe he had this order mixed up in his head, but that's how he was thinking at the moment. Maybe it was the booze he stole, maybe it was because he was a freak with a snakebite.

He hauled himself up on a chair. Partly because he didn't want to get stepped on, partly because it looked comfy, and partly because he thought it would make him seem much less conscious. He'd snuck in; well, technically, he didn't sneak in, he had kind of knocked, and when nobody came to the door, he found out it was open and walked on in. He didn't really notice much - probably because he was coming off his booze high, but not completely there yet - and hadn't noticed that the chair he was sitting in wasn't completely stable, or completely a chair. He was sitting on one of those cat house things that looked like a furry, twisted finger from hell. he had no idea why this was here - and didn't want to know - all he wanted was for the people around him to stop laughing so hard because he fell over. It wasn't his fault, mostly. He was embarrassed, but he fought off a blush, and he snatched a drink up from a make-shift punch table and threw the contents of the glass down his throat. By now, most people had gone back to ignoring him. Thank God. He almost choked on the awful taste of the drink - it definitely wasn't Malibu, and it burned. Not the good kind of burn, like the burn he got from drinking Jack Daniels, but the bad kind of burn, like he got from chugging down a bottle of super hot hot sauce, and not having anything to wash it down with. He threw the drink in a trash can - nose wrinkled. The glass wasn't even half-empty, but he didn't think someone would want to drink his spit.

[PEYTON C. RILEY]

Seeing how Peyton was three sheets to the wind already, it didn't take Astrid much to pry her off of Gavin's body. She only fought because it was fun to try to be pried off of someone. Peyton was not sure if Gaven would appreciate all of the attention as soon as he walked though the door, but he had more Malibu so he was her new best friend. She let Monte drag her off to get water, which she graciously accepted. Even when she was cocked, Peyton knew better. She wouldn't have really traded sexual favors for booze, but that was the sort of sense of humor she had. It was one of the other reasons MTV hired her. She brought a lot of herself on to the camera, even though she was often scripted. Improv was a specialty of Peyton's.

While she successfully managed to drink the glass of water without dribbling it down her front, she heard a knock at the door. It was a wonder she could hear anything over everyone's talking. She slammed the glass down on a table, where it nearly toppled over the edge but somehow caught it's own balance without a second thought from Peyton. She skipped merrily to the door and threw it open, only to see Carla standing there with some more Malibu. She smirked. It was a wonder to her how one tweet could cause everyone to bring rum. Not that she minded. Letting Carla in, Peyton didn't pay any attention to the laughter that had erupted from the room behind her. "Hey girlie. Come innnn!" She practically yanked Carla in, letting the door close itself in her wake. She skipped off to find Gavin's Malibu, but got distracted when she saw some kid (who looked strangely familiar) tossing a drink in her garbage can. She kept looking at him, watching him, until it finally hit her. She knew this kid. She'd seen him quite a bit. And on top of this, Peyton was drunk off her ass. "Ohmaigawd! YOU'RE JUSTIN BIEBER!" She giggled like mad, then ran to Monte, nearly tripping over the random cat scratcher in the process. "Monnnntttaaaannnnaaa! Justen Beiber is at my party!"

[CARLA M. DE SILVAS]

It didn't take long for someone to answer the door. Peyton's smirk as the door crashed against the wall made Carla laugh. "Hey girlie. Come innnn!"

[/i] Peyton greeted, pulling Carla into the room. Well, more like yanking. It didn't take Carla long to realise that Peyton was maybe just the slightest bit wasted. "Hey Pey!" She greeted enthusiastically. Looking over Peyton's shoulder, she saw that Carla definitely was not the first guest there, not that she thought she would be. "What's she had to drink?!" Carla asked them in disbelief.

Carla tried to locate the kitchen so that she could drop off her bottle of Malibu. She was pretty sure they wouldn't need it right away, although with the amount that Peyton seemed to have drank, Carla wasn't so sure. She was about to go back into the main room when she heard Peyton's shouts. "Ohmaigawd! YOU'RE JUSTIN BIEBER!"[/i] Well. Carla hadn't been expecting that. One, she was sure that she didn't she hadn't seen Justin Bieber when she'd walked in. And two... Wouldn't Justin was a lot more well known that the Mistaken by Fate tour bands... Carla couldn't understand why he'd be here.

As she got back into the main room, Carla rolled her eyes. The so called "Justin Bieber" was not Justin Bieber at all. She wondered how much of this Peyton would remember in the morning. She made her way over to where a small group were. "Did I miss much?" She asked them.[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[GAVEN T. LERONE]

Gaven was surprised how many girls where at the party, though hr though it could get a little overwhelming he was glad when he saw Monte there, she would at least help him out if things got a little crazy. Gaven knew they all had a big show tomorrow and he knew better not to get to dunk but though Malibu got him drunk, he never got a hang over from it. Watching Monte come to the rescue just like Astrid just did for him too he really felt like girls cared, if not for him at least for Peyton's sake. He would not take advantage of a drunk girl or let her take advantage of him.The last thing Gaven felt like he needed was to hook up at a party the night before show and especially with someone who could cause him problems later down the road.

Thinking he heard someone open the door, Gaven turned at looked at it for a second before he felt a Par of eyes on him and heard Monte speak. "Me get too dunk?" He asked chuckling a bit, he was of age he could drink if he wanted and not get in trouble. "You know I wont, though we do have to guitarist so I could fake it. Though I know, my brother would hate me if I did that, so I promise only drunk enough to feel a buzz noting more." Gaven half smiled, before mouthing a silent thank you. Peyton was nice but he hated being hug all over some times, especially by girls when they were drunk. Turning and focusing back on Astrid he held up both bottles of malibu. "Banana or coconut?" he was not sure what she liked coconut was alway good to drink straight or mixed with coke, where banana tasted better mixed with sprite.

As he waited for a reply Peyton came heading back in his direction and Gaven took a step closer to Astrid. Gaven then realizedshe must of heard a knock and was answering the door. Behind it was yet another girl, this one was Carla, Gaven only knew slightly, watch Peyton let her in Gaven gave he a small friendly smile. "What's she had to drink?!"

[/i] Gaven was not sure himself what she had consumed, he knew she was drinking malibu from her twitter so that why he brought some. "Malibu and maybe more I really don't know. Astrid? The next thing he heard was Peyton basically yelling that Justin Bieber was there.Gaven began to laugh. "Well if Justin Dweeber is here he better get the hell out he is way too underage to be here. Like how old is he twelve ?"
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