Jason pulled the zipper of her
bralet top up a bit more, not too fond of the way it kept slipping down with every little movement she made. She knew she shouldn't have worn the damn thing out - it was her first time even putting the shit on, and now look what it was doing. Being a little bitch. Great. Awesome. Cool.
Jase smiled over at Carmen, definitely enjoying the bass thrumming through her body and the alcohol coursing in her body. She didn't mind Carmen holding onto her with her free arm, to be honest, she was glad she had latched onto her in the first place - the place was absolutely packed. News had broke out about celebrities attending the opening, yet so far, she hadn't seen anyone famous appear. Maybe it was just another dumb rumor started to bring people in, but hell, Jase didn't really care. She was happy to be out drinking with her best friend after a long week of studying and essay writing.
"I know!" After a moment, the crowd erupted in screams and cheers, so naturally, Jason looked over towards the entrance to see what (or who, really) was causing the commotion. "Who the fuck are they yelling for?"
Ashton sat in the back of his limo with his leg crossing the other, soft smile on his face the entire ride. The media event he had been to had went well enough and he was more than stoked to be attending the opening of The O2, a club that was supposed to house classier people rather than the normal disappointments at other clubs, though hell, who could he judge? He was going to get pretty fucked up and have a pretty girl rub up against him, it wasn't like he was trying to hold intellectual conversations.
As they pulled up, Ashton followed after Lucien, adjusting the lapels of his charcoal suit before posing for the few cameras poised outside. He held the practiced grin for a few moments until he felt like they got all of their necessary shots - they were probably more interested in Lucien anyways, he had a better face than than Ashton did.
He walked behind Lucien, hands in his pockets and a loose smirk on his face as the people erupted into cheers. Great, the club was filled with fans. It'd be easier for him to get free booze now, though he had a nice wad of cash tucked away in the inside of his jacket to buy everyone in the club at least two drinks of their choice. It was the perks of being the son of a politician, he guessed, but he wouldn't mind spreading some of the wealth.
"Well, where shall we start first?" Ashton asked Lucien, glancing up at him for a moment. "I don't think we'll have a probably with alcohol."