Club Envy: a turn of events...
:: Cass was dancing…but Simon looked as if had other things on his mind. ::
Simon said:
"I wasn't LOOKING, but well...here you ARE! Let's dance"
Gee, thanks…I think?
:: Cass smiled sweetly – it was FAKE – and continued to dance. It was apparent he had NO interest as he slowed down his dancing…..until he stopped altogether. ::
Simon said:
*dismissively*: "Thanks for serving your purpose, Cass..I'll return the favor soon!"
:: And then…he just walked away. Cass narrowed her eyes. ::
What a fucking asshole…and I didn’t think Ava was into THAT kind of sex. Huh. But instead of complaining, I’ll just drink something with an umbrella in it and go on living my life. After all, he’s NOT worth it.
:: She headed back to the bar and ordered a mai tai, along with some pretzels. The bartender came with her pretzels and her drink…and sure enough, there WAS an umbrella in it.

She took her drink and the bowl of pretzels and headed back to the VIP section. As she headed by some booths on her way back to her friends, a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Cass turned to see a beautiful
redhead sitting in one all by herself. ::
Bianca: “I’m sorry, I spotted you dancing with Simon Pratt and I couldn’t help wondering…”
:: Cass was quick to set her straight on THAT. ::
“No, we are not together. I was dancing with him just because. I’m WELL AWARE that he’s with Miss Cassadine.”
:: She used Ava’s name formally because she knew if she used Ava’s first name, the journalist or reporter would be ALL over her like bees on honey. Bianca laughed. She motioned to the other side of the booth. ::
Bianca: “Please…sit down, Miss Johnson.”
:: Cass sat down. She was surprised somebody here KNEW her name. ::
Bianca: *laughs*: “I can see you are surprised that I know you. I’m Bianca Montgomery, one of the publicists at the PR firm used by The Parthenon. We are a big deal here in New York, used by celebrities and politicians alike. We make it our business to not only know who’s who here in THIS city, but also in other cities as well. Let me just say, Cass, or, should I call you “CJ”, that though you manage After Dark over in Los Angeles, you have a big following here in New York. Are you aware that YOU are considered to be ONE of the hottest bachelorettes in L.A.? Why, our people are figuring out how to get YOU to New York!”
:: Cass didn’t speak. She didn’t even know she was so well-known. ::
“I…I don’t really know what to say. I’m just a manager at a nightclub. That’s all.”
Bianca: *chuckles* “Oh, Cassandra! If you only knew. If you only KNEW. You are a minor celebrity in your own right. Here, I’ll show you.”
:: Bianca reached into her bag and pulled out a file. Cass wanted to know why she was carrying a file folder around with her and why it had her name on it. Also, how did she even KNOW Cass was here? She bit her lip. ::
Bianca: “Here, take a look. Articles, blog posts, pictures…all about YOU. You are in demand. People love you. You are driving people absolutely crazy! But in a good way, of course.”
:: Bianca was nudging Cass’ ankle with her shoe. She didn’t know what to make of THAT. Maybe the chick was just overexcited? She silently flipped through the file. People DID seem to love her. Every article, every blog post…they were ALL positive and upbeat. There were no negative responses. At all. ::
“Um, I’m not sure exactly what’s going on right now. What does this mean? I mean, what are you offering?”
:: Bianca laughed and leaned across the table. ::
Bianca: “Cassandra. We’re asking if we could represent you. We can get you more press than you could ever dream of! We can offer you exclusive access to the BEST parties, movie premieres, etc, etc. You’d meet all kinds of people! Look, sweetie, you were BORN to be so much BIGGER than a manager of a nightclub. You could really BE somebody! What do you say?”
:: Cass blinked. This woman was proposing that she become a…
socialite? ::
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not an actress or a singer. I’m neither a model nor a politician. I don’t play sports. So, based on those things, you’re actually asking me to become another Kim Kardashian. I have nothing against Miss Kardashian, in fact I’ve met her a few times and she’s REALLY nice, but I’m quite happy where I am. I would feel really uncomfortable if my sole purpose suddenly became all about the parties, movie premieres, etc, etc. I’m not wired that way. ANYWAY, if I ever DO need a publicist, I’d just use the firm After Dark uses.”
:: Bianca smiled. She looked highly amused. ::
Bianca: “Oh, Cass, just think about it! You are far too brilliant to be working at a nightclub all your life. A gorgeous girl like you deserves BETTER. Look, here’s my card in case you change your mind. Ta-Ta!”
:: Bianca left, leaving her card on the table. Cass slowly picked it up and placed it beside her pretzels. She took a few sips of her drink and looked up when she heard someone else slide into the booth. THIS
woman had blonde hair and winked at Cass. ::
Charlotte: “Hi, I’m Charlotte. What’s yours?”
“If you’re another publicist, I’m not interested.”
:: Charlotte chuckled. Her green eyes sparkled. ::
Charlotte: “Oh, I’m not a publicist…”
:: Charlotte moved until she was in the middle of the booth. She patted the spot on her right. Cass realized she had something VERY different in mind…and yet, she was intrigued. She had never thought she was gay OR bisexual but hey, there’s a first for everything, right? She slid until she was sitting beside Charlotte. She turned until she was sitting sideways, facing Charlotte. She pulled the pretzels towards them. ::
“Here, have some.”
:: Maybe this is what she needed tonight. A crazy, ridiculous one night stand with a member of the same sex. That thought actually appealed to her. Charlotte was bold…courageous. She trailed a finger down Cass’ shoulder of her dress all the way to her ‘neckline’ of her dress…and let it linger THERE for just a minute before taking it away. ::
WHOA…
Charlotte: “I’m not looking for anything serious, really.”
:: Yep. Charlotte was DEFINITELY bold. Cass shrugged. Neither was she, truth be told. Hell, she didn’t even know if she LIKED girls. But she was willing to ‘experiment’ tonight. ::
“That’s cool, neither am I. To tell you the truth, I haven’t been with a chick before. So this…whatever it is, would be an experiment for me.”
:: Charlotte looked delighted. She faced forward and took hold of Cass’ left hand. It felt…different from holding a dude’s hand. It was softer and smoother than that of a man’s hand. It felt good. Cass smiled and before she knew it, Charlotte placed her lips on hers and gave her a tiny kiss. Her lips felt full and supple. Soft and delicious with just a HINT of her cherry lipgloss. Charlotte pulled back and smiled. Cass’ eyes were wide open in shock…and delight. It surprised her that she
kissed a girl and she lii-ked it! Before Cass could think, she lightly grasped Charlotte by the face and pulled her to her and kissed her back. Again, and again, and again. It was weird, and intriguing, and amazing all at the same time. ::
Good thing it’s dark and nobody can really see us here.
:: Charlotte broke away first, breathing heavily. Cass was disappointed. ::
Charlotte: “Upstairs?”
:: Cass shook her head. She was at a party for somebody she considered to be a close friend of hers. She couldn’t just LEAVE. ::
“I’m sorry, but I’m here at a party for a friend of mine. I can’t just leave. I’m sorry. But…I like doing THIS for right now. And hey…”
:: Cass surprised herself by winking at Charlotte. ::
*wickedly*: “There’s always the AFTER PARTY, right?”
:: Charlotte smirked and cupped Cass’ head in her hands and brought the dark-haired beauty’s face to hers and kissed her again. ::
Charlotte: “I like the sound of THAT…”
:: Charlotte and Cass continued to kiss in the booth, shrouded by the darkness of the club... ::