(rofl, no, I don't think they have XD)

Talaar's gaze snapped to a very familiar face. "I don't believe it..." He muttered. His friend was beckoning for him to join the party, but Talaar waved him off, preferring to go check out his get-together next door. He slipped into the alleyway between the two buildings and glanced through a window. It was the kitchen where they were preparing a huge a.ssortment of foods. Nobody was inside at the moment. This is crazy, he told himself, but that didn't stop him from trying the back door, which was unlocked. He found what seemed to be an employee changing room and looked through the various lockers until he found a suit. It looked cheap, but it would get him through the building.

He stashed his leather jacket and jeans into a bag, hiding it in the alley outside. Luckily, his shoes were completely black and not too bad-looking, not that many people would be looking at his shoes. He fixed his hair so it wasn't a mess, grabbed a platter loaded with appetizers, and sauntered out of the kitchen like the owned the place.

The main room was ful of people in expensive dresses and suit, but that didn't bother Talaar in the slightest; this wasn't the first party he had snuck into. Playing the role of the servant, Talaar aimlessly wanded through the crowd, almost completely unnoticed. 

What the hell am I doing? he asked himself again. he couldn't explain it. he had this nagging feeling in his gut that demanded he watch over princess, which is what he was calling her until he actually found out her name. 

Paradise walked in, and found herself letting go of Danny's elbow the second they walked in. Her knees were shaking so much, that she needed a break from this misery. "Um Danny? I'll be right back, I'm going to the rest room." He nodded his head, and walked over to some of his guy friends. Paradise turned her head as she walked, just once to make sure, he wasn't leaving her like she knew he will. Instead he was with his rich and gorgeous friends. They stuck up there noses at all the employees who were holding appetizers trays. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around to walk into the rest room.

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Sighing, she tried her best to fix her hair and make up. Try to make me look atleast a little bit better... No wonder, her mom had to find dates for her. She was just ugly. That's what it was. In this century, guys just care about how girl's look. And all the nice guys weren't as rich as her, so they just didn't like her. So he was right... She thought about what that guy said, that was at her house last night/this morning. He was right. No guy that's worth it, will go up to her level in high clas.s. Frowning, she fixed her hair a little more. "That's not going to work." A gorgeous girl next to her said. Paradise at first didn't know what she meant, by that rude and cold comment. She was too busy admiring her. This girl's heart shaped face, beautiful body, pretty hair. She even had the most expensive dress Paradise has ever seen. She ignored the rude comment, mostly because it was true, and walked out of the rest room. Frowning, she walked around looking for Danny. He probably left...

Talaar had caught sight of princess heading to the bathroom, no longer attatched to the hip of mr. Popular, who was currently occupying himself with the lips of another girl over by the punch bowl. His instincts told him to watch from afar, make sure nothing happened, but somethign deeper, more primal, made him approach the area near the bathroom as he waited for princess to come out.

The party's attendants paid him little mind, only occaisonally picking up an appetizer form his tray. Others, who did take note of him, had thier gazes lingering over his exotic eyes and powerful build that was barely contained underneath the suit. They didn't linger for long though, pa.ssing him off as just another servant. 

           Paradise made a disgusted look as she walked out of the rest room. The people here, how they acted, dressed, talked. She wasn't that person. She knew she wasn't. She knew she was atleast nice. Atleast down to earth. Not this. For a moment, she leaned against the wall, and watched. Looking with her eyes, for Danny. Crossing her arms, her eyes lingered around the party. Watching everyone's move, as she searched.

           Sighing of her stupidity, she realized that he probably walked away from the 'dancing' part of the room. She balenced on both of her feet, as she stopped leaning against the wall and walking to the 'social/beverages' part of the room. It was mostly where the girls were talking and laughing. And saying how pretty each of them looked. The guys bragging about their girls. And probably very proud of themselves for violating them in bed that night before. There was even 2 people kissing by the drinks. Paradise frowned. Those 2 weren't just any random people.

           Frowning, by what she was afraid would happen, she didn't even approach Danny. She wasn't surprised he found someone better looking, probably better kisser, and probably more fun to be around. Mostly because Paradise doesn't make out with someone on their first 'date'. Instead, she walked out of the building. Ignoring the stares from the judging eyes of girls, and walked out. Breathing heavier and heavier as she went.

Talaar intercepted her, realizing that she was far more affected by the scene with her set-up date than she showed on her face. but it showed in how briskly she walked, how ragged her breathing was becomming, and how cold her eyes had turned. Before princess could make it out the door, he moved in front of her, blocking her path, and gripping her elbow, pulling her off to the side where no one could see them. his eyes drilled into hers, searching for any sign that she was about to crack. If she was, he wasn't about to let her break down here, where these snobbish high-cla.ss jerks would look down and laugh at her. why he wouldn't allow it? he wasn't even sure of that himself.

           Paradise didn't reject his embrace, and instead, sobbed in his arms. Ironically, she started to feel better. But she didn't think it was because she was crying. Maybe it was the way he held her? The way he gently held her close, and stroked her hair? No one's ever done that before, and she could never admit to anyone, that she was enjoying it. Very much.

           After a couple more moments, she finally felt herself calming down. Closing her eyes, she breathed softly again, and again. To force the tears to stop. When she was finally sure, that she was done...For now. She started to let go of the stranger from before. Chuckling at her own stupidity, she mumbled, "Sorry." As she wiped the mascara from under her eyes.

Talaar let go, realizing that his usefulness had come to an end. he caught a movement out of the edge of his sight and glanced over to see Mr. Popular staring at him and princess with an ex
pression of disbelief on his face. Mr. Popular took a few steps forward, his posture angry but hardly strong enough to be threatening. He said, "What the hell? She's my date!"

Talaar was ready to leave it as it was, but Wolf wasn't. his eyes flashed gold as the beast took over, and it did so in a surprising manner. He walked calmly forward, his hands in his pockets. He drew very close to Danny, dangerously close, almost to where the undeniably taller and broader male was touching his chest with his own. he lowered his head, fangs only slightly showing, and whispered somethign that made him turn red and pale all at once. 

Satisfied, Wolf turned away and herded princess through the door, ignoring the stares that were focused on his retreating back. As Talaar took over again, he sighed, saying, "Why do you put up with that, princess? It's obvious you don't like it."

           Paradise frowned at him, not really knowing how to answer that. She wished she could lie. But she was horrible at it. And she knew it. So she tried to stay away from 'lieing'. Because she'll get busted everytime. But she also realized, that there is something better then lieing. 'Beating around the bush', or 'Changing the subject'. THAT she could do.

"I don't put up with the fact that you call me princess." She frowned at him, "Is it obvious I don't like that?" Rolling her eyes at her 'insensitivity' to a guy, that made her feel slightly better. She sighed, and changed the subject again. "I should really call my mom, to pick me up." She said, as she searched through her purse, for her phone.

(( Actually, the only reason why she didn't respond to that was because I got a little confused. "Put up with what"? LOL. Sorry. I'm kind of...'Ya know'.))

(lol no problem. He meant the uppity-ness of the people there and the date set-up thing)

Talaar noticed the change of subject but didn't say anything, prefering to leave it as it was. when she tried to pull her phone out, though, he stopped her, putting a hand over her bag and saying, "Nuh uh, nope, you're not going home just yet, and until you tell me your name, it's going to be princess for you." He led her to the alley where he had stashed his clothes, saying, "After somethign like that, you really need to let yourself go, and the best way to do that is to party a little. And I don;t mean some snobbish ball dance. I'm talking about a REAL party."

           Paradise frowned at him. A REAL party? You have GOT to be kidding me...  She never actually been to those crazy parties like the one next door, and she guessed that was what he was talking about. She looked at the bag of clothes, by the alley. But didn't say much to it. This guy was just 'odd'. So she should be expecting random things out of nowhere. Like how he was randomly at that ball dance.

"I don't think I should...With how I look?" She pointed to her gl*censored*y eyes from crying, and the mascara on her cheeks, "And how I'm dressed? I think I should just go home.." She said, shrugging. She didn't mean to be so 'stubborn', but she just didn't think an actual party, was something she should go do at the moment. Especially because she was shy, hated being around crowds, and wasn't comfortable with drinking. "Paradise. Call me Paradise." She said to him. Thankful that he wouldn't call her 'princess' anymore.

"Well then, Paradise, no need to worry about your appearance, I've got a solution to that. Come with me." Without thikning, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him as he headed down the street, in the opposite direction of the raging party  he was supposed to be at.

He stopped in front of a small apartment building with a store on the bottom floor. Glancing up, he noted that the light in the apartment above was still on. He then proceeded to bang on the door, calling, "Come on out, you old hag! I know you're in there!" There was a loud crash followed by a fit of cursing. Lights were turned on as someone came down the stairs. The door opened and Talaar was greeted by a rather pissed off looking woman with a fiery red mane of hair and a good set of wrinkles. she glared at Talaar and demanded, "What the hell do you want, mutt?"

He threw his thumb over his shoulder at Paradise and the woman glanced around Talaar to look her over. Her gaze snapped back up to Talaar's face as she muttered, "Snob party rescue?" Talaar nodded and the woman sighed, putting her hands on her hips.  "Well then, girl, we need to get you cleaned up. My name is Sandra, by the way.Come on inside." As Talaar tried going in as well, Sandra held up a hand and growled, "Dogs stay outside."

Talaar glared at the woman but complied, moving to lean against the wall.

           Paradise frowned. She's never been on this side of the town, and she had to say, though she couldn't admit, that she didn't like it. There was a way better way to talk to people, and their language was quite...'Creative'. When she was younger, she asked her mom what one little cuss word was. And she got a slap to her face, for saying it innocently. Here. They seem to just say it, when they are annoyed or irritated. She never understood the point of it. But she would never dare to ask.

           She watched as the 'mutt' stayed outside. This shouldn't have bothered her. He was a guy, she shouldn't feel so protected around a man, that went partying. But she did. She watched as the door closed, and he wasn't as visible anymore. "Oh gosh..." She mumbled. When did she ever ask for this?  Didn't she have a say on doing this in the first place? All she wanted to do was go home, not party. She had no desire to. She's never done it, and never will.

           She followed the women into the room, but stayed silent. Maybe the 'mutt' will change his mind, randomly, and say to just take her home. Atleast, that was what she hoped would happen. She kept looking from the woman, and to the door. Waiting for him to come back in. She never went into a place, by herself. She was never 'brave' enough to even by her own food, from a cashier. Her mom would have to when she was 13 years old from how shy she was. She frowned, looking back at the red haired lady. Not saying a word.

(ooo you changed your avi? O.o)

Sandra paused, looking over her shoulder at the girl. "He said 'real' party?" She laughed. "It's not what you think, my girl. If you come from the background I think you do, this will be good for you. Now change into these." She held out a pair of dark jeans and a tank top, plain as plain could be. 

(( I always randomly do.  Bahahahaha ))

           Paradise took the jeans, and tank top. "Are you sure I'll fit in these?" Before she could answer, Paradise put them on. And checked the mirror right beside her. I guess these'll do for now.. Paradise was always taught, not to wear 'to tight' of things. It caused the wrong attention, from the wrong men. "So...What kind of party is it then?" She asked, as she slipped her tank top on, and checked if it was too low or tight. Same as the jeans, It'll do for now.