A young lady panting on the floor looked up at the sky threw the window in the dance studio ceiling sighed lightly, remember why she came here so late in the first place. She had gotten into another fight with her mother over her brother...half-brother anyways.<br/><br/>Sitting up the young lady shook her hair loose from its' bun and got up off the floor and went to get dressed. She could care less right now about her mother. She was going out and painting the town.<br/>In the studio closet her instructor, Madame Francisca, would let her keep extra clothes, shoes, make up or anything really.<br/><br/>Picking out a nice deep red tunic that ended just at the tops of her thighs, she slipped on some nice black leggings with thin, barely there swirls in a golden hue. She picked out matching red and black stripped flats with little black bows on them and a single pair of gold hoop earrings. Grabbing her make up she quickly went and made a cat-eye look with her eyeliner giving her almond eyes a wider affect and making the amber color of the eye just pop. A simple smoky grey eyeshadow and clear lip gloss on her pouty lips and she grabbed her bag to leave.<br/><br/>Suddenly a crash was heard and she saw her pick of her Papa was on the floor--the glass was broken. He was staring at her with his own amber eyes. Warning her.<br/><br/>"An omen?" She whispered out loud, frightened just a bit. After all the last time this happened her Papa was warning her about mother....<br/><br/>"No. It has to be nothing!" She knew she was in denial about this... because Papa knows best. Picking up his picture she  put it back quickly and ran out the door locking it on her way out. Little did she know the picture slipped out and facing the door as if to stare at her leaving--sadly.<br/><br/>"Mi hijita," was whispered, "Isabella."<br/><br/>The young woman ran out the door and hailed a taxi.<br/><br/>"Da usual joint Isabella," called the cabdriver knowingly.<br/><br/><br/>"No Franky... take me to this new place my friend told about. It's...," giving him the address, he drove his usual customer over there.<br/><br/>Isabella looked out the window as the bulidings pasted by and thought about what happened eariler knowing something was going to go down. She prayed that whatever it was that her goddess would save her.<br/><br/>The Taxi stopped at the club and she got out and payed the taxi driver, "I'll call you when I'm going to leave to come pick me up, Frank."<br/><br/>"You got it Isabella." He drove away.<br/><br/>Walking in through door she saw it looked fairly nice and went to sit near the bar. The bartender looked over and saw her gave a wink and came over.<br/><br/>"What can I help ya with miss?" He asked her looking over her tanned skin and dark wavy looks-- as well as a nice look down her tunic.<br/><br/>"Sex on the Beach," Isabella stated uncaringly as the bartender gave her a slight leer.<br/><br/>"A bit too young to drink aren't ya miss?" That little question always got her steaming! What if she looked a bit you she was sorta old enough to drink of she wanted to!<br/><br/>"No sir. I am old enough to drink--why else in the devil's name would I order it!" The bartender scowled at her before saying, "Fine."<br/><br/>He fixed her drink and slide it to her. She took a sip of it and licked her lips. Letting out a sigh and looked around to see the patrons of club.<br/><br/>She swore this was going to change her life.