Jennifer
Location: Red XXX District, The Club
Who: Nerissa and Malachai
April
"I swear you sometimes scare me when you drive Mally." ***Nerissa exclaimed. Hours earlier, she had received a message from Malachai about going to the club with the rest of the band. It had been awhile since she last had a night out, though she often avoided them for a reason. Paparazzi were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, always concealed and waiting for something to be worthy of a story. Her sister Talassa had many stories written about her and her party behavior, though some of them were meant to overshadow any stories about Nerissa. It was why she avoided these things for so long, so her sister didn't have to do things to protect her. Yet, when she saw the message from Malachai she couldn't refuse the invitation. She missed being able to party without a care in the world, so this time she would. What is the worst story that can come out about her anyways? Famous actress parties with friends? She figured it couldn't be any worse than what's already been written.***

***Nerissa had spent two hours getting ready for the night, but she did this early as they were going to stop for food beforehand. She needed to look her best, maybe he would finally notice her. Or, maybe things would continue like normal. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, curled into beach waves and her bangs perfectly fluffed. She put on one of her favorite dresses she had yet to wear, a mauve purple dress that tied at the base of her neck and remained open along her back. Exposing the spinal tattoo she had. The dress glittered beautifully under light, so she knew it would look even better in the club. She did a simple makeup look, an eyeshadow that was somewhat darker than her dress with a bit of blue glitter to add some flare. Her lips painted a nude mauve to match her entire look. She then put on her favorite jewelry and most comfortable heels, ensured her dogs were okay, then left her apartment with her clutch in hand. Ready to embark on the night's adventures.***

***Now, here she sat comfortably in Malachai's BMW. After she met up with Malachai and the band, she had to practically shove Dez out of the way to score her favorite seat... Shotgun. His complaints fell on her deaf ears, which still seemed to continue even after they stopped for some food. She hardly cared, and continued to smile in victory. Comfortably nestled in the passenger seat, Nerissa munched on her food while Malachai drove. She insisted on driving prior to this, but she was enjoying being the passenger now. That was... Until he did things that scared her a bit. Since she was in the seat beside him, she kept feeding him his food while he drove at least.*** "Gods I never thought I would find french fries and a burger so delicious, I was starved. How much longer until we reach the club?" ***She asked, taking a drink of her sweet tea.*** "I was thinking when we get there we all do some shots first and then some actual drinks... Thoughts?" 

***As she awaited their answers, she continued to eat her food. Ever so slightly glancing at Malachai from the corner of her eye. He looked very good... But he always did in her eyes. She knew she would need the drinks tonight, he often seemed to gain attention from others. Nerissa did herself... Though the attention was unwanted from her end. She would need the alcohol to withstand any he would gain, something to numb the jealous feelings that often came to the surface. It was to be a night of fun for all, not anything else.***
Sean
"You only say that because you want to drive the Falcon." Malachai smiled over at Nerissa in the passenger seat, his eyes lingering on her bright blue eyes. Her blonde hair was curled at the ends and her dress was deviously short, especially as she crossed her legs and angled her body towards his. The food covering her lap was a mixture of his and hers. An occasional French fry found his mouth as she fed him while he drove. He had already heard it from Dez, first the groans of her taking his seat and then complaining that he could have fed Malachai just the same which much to his benefit garnered a chuckle from the entire car. 

Malachai had been excited for this night. They had planned it a couple of weeks prior for the end of rehearsals. It had started off as just a band outing, but he had finally gotten Neri to agree. Her fear of the paparazzi was the main reason she hadn't initially jumped at the idea and he couldn't blame her. The tabloids were vicious to her sister and after watching Neri struggle with a few headlines, he wanted to protect her. But protecting her also meant protecting her peace and her ability to have fun. He planned to pick her up in the private parking garage outside her apartment and enter the club through the back of the club - courtesy of an old friend who worked at the District. The plan for the night had been thought out thoroughly and while he was excited he was also nervous if anything were to go wrong. 

Now, as he listened to Neri and Dez banter he ignored the feeling of impending chaos. He shook his head at Neri, a small chuckle escaping his lips as she asked questions and then continued to stuff her mouth.

"We have time for one song," Malachai picked up his phone and handed it to her, smirking as he looked back and forth between the road and her. "So pick wisely." They stopped at the light and Malachai unbuckled quickly, his foot firmly on the brake as he leaned over and took a bite of the burger in her hand as she took the phone

From his.

"Ugh, you are right, this burger is delicious." He winked at her as the light turned green. He pressed on the gas, unbothered with safety in such a short distance. "I think that sounds like a solid plan." 

Garrett grumbled from the back, having lost the draw for the designated driver. He was honestly the best one to get it in Malachai's opinion. He was the youngest of them and knew how to have fun without the influence of alcohol but what was worse was that he was a lightweight. Malachai shot a look in the review mirror at him before turning down the next street.