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[MEGARA MUSETTA HOLMES]

"i need you to go to the highball club and pick up wesley. someone called to say that he was there, and i don't want the press to catch wind of his drinking."

it would figure that on her one night off, her father would call her to let her know that her job was once again coming into play. with a soft sigh, meg pulled the phone away from her ear, deleting the message as she moved across the room to change from her pajamas. it wouldn't look very good if she rolled up to a high end club looking the way she did, but she knew that time was not on her side, either. if wesley was as drunk as her father made it sound, the paparazzi would probably be surrounding the place already, which would make it incredibly difficult for meg to get him outside without too many photos being snapped of him. and even worse then that, depending on just how much he had had to drink, there was a chance that he might get violent with someone.

the pajama pants were quickly replaced with a knee length black pencil skirt and a shimmering silver top, all the while her phone being held to her ear as she called the driver. they needed to know about the situation as well, lest there be any resistance with people not wanting him to get into the car. and although meg could handle her own, she knew that combating a crowd with a drunk on her arm was probably not putting the odds in her favour. on her way down the stairs meg quickly gathered up a pair of black heels, hating the idea of doing her hair in the car yet again as she stepped out the front door and was quickly hurried into the black SUV. things were going to get pretty rough that night, she was already aware of that fact. and if wesley was too smashed to walk, getting him outside could be a chore.

all the way to the highball, megara discussed the plan with the driver, who nodded in understanding without question. that was the best thing about oliver. he knew what to do without her really having to say anything, but he allowed her to discuss her plans with him just in case. and if ever he saw a flaw, he was never afraid to tell her. still, he made it very clear that if she needed him, all she needed to do was scream. and that was the way the fifteen minute ride to the highball club played out, with meg frantically looking through the sea of people and toward the club door. with a little help from the club bouncers, she managed to make her way inside with only a handful of pictures being snapped in her direction....

and once inside, the hunt really began. there was the pounding of the music to compete with, and people scattered all over both the dance floor and the bar. for a moment, it seemed like it might be impossible to locate wesley without having to shut down the entire club in order to do so. but after another moment of searching, her dark brown eyes saw a familiar figure at the bar. with slow feet she managed to make her way over, colliding with only one person on her way until she was at last able to sit down in the seat beside him.

"wes...you need to come with me."

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[WESLEY JAMES ANDERSON]

It was the evening after a crazy shooting of a music video, and naturally, Wes wound up in a club. It came as natural to him as breathing almost. He definitely wasn't supposed to, and got in trouble more times than he wanted to admit, but he just couldn't stop. It was fun to go to a club to party, meet new people, and of course, drink. Alcohol was his major weakness. He knew he shouldn't drink it, but he loved it so much. It helped him forget about the problems in the world. Still, he knew his bandmates would roll their eyes, and he'd have another argument. They wanted him to stay away from the clubs, to not ruin their reputation, but Wes just couldn't stop. The clubs gave him his time to play unchecked. When he sang, he did have to hold back a bit of crazy, although he was able to go wild when he was singing, most of the time.

Wes grinned at some of his friends who were with him, a few were already totally wasted, and then some hadn't even begun the pleasing adventure to warp the mind yet. And Wes, well he was well on his way to being drunk. He had drank two bottles or so already, and feeling like he could drink so much more. He wasn't even sure why he had this need to drink so much. It wasn't like his childhood had been majorly rough. Sure, his parents hadn't really been there, he and his sister hadn't had much parental support, but he was used to that. It didn't bother him like it had in the past. But he supposed that was the reason he had started to drink in the first place. He had made it a regular routine when his sister got knocked up at sixteen. Needless to say, Wes did not forgive the jackass who had left her behind after that night.

Wes was still very bitter about it. Exactly one year ago, his sister had come to him in tears, and then begged him to help her. Their parents were definitely no help there, they just worked, and drank, and probably did both at the same time as well. It just sickened him that they didn't even care about their own children. It was like their mission was accomplished after raising them to a certain age. As if raising children were a game. And now his sister was taking care of a one year old boy. Well, he helped her a lot, because she still had to study, and he didn't. He frequently took care of his young nephew Teddy on weekends, and loved the baby dearly.

Wes came out of his reverie to find a pretty girl sitting next to him, when earlier it had been completely empty. He blinked, and looked her over twice, finding that she was definitely gorgeous. Before he could open his mouth and flirt, however, she told him that he had to go with her. Go where? What was she talking about. In his drunken state he couldn't quite place why she looked so familiar. What was it? While he couldn't remember, he felt it would be a shame for them to leave before at least dancing once. She was so pretty, and just the thought of dancing with this girl made his heart pound.

"Wait, wait, wait, not yet! I know I'm in trouble, but can't we stay a bit longer? I mean, personally, I think if you went to the trouble of coming to get me, I think you should be rewarded. Want to dance with me?" Wes spoke cheerfully, before realizing that it sounded like he thought he was all that. He didn't, but he didn't know how else to put in his request. He really wanted to dance with her, without any reason really. Wes stood up and stumbled a little bit, holding out his hand to her. "Dance with me first, and then I promise I'll come quietly." Wes spoke with a grin. He never really rebelled against people when he was forced to leave a club, not unless it was one of his bandmates, who was constantly getting under his skin.

It was then that he realized, exactly who this was. She was the daughter of the band's music producer, or would be music producer. He wasn't really sure what was going on at this point, but in any case, he had noticed her a few times, but never had the chance to say hello. Well, now he did and he found it to be an exciting prospect. He still held his hand out at her and winked, as usual his happy, smiling self, even if his heart was pounding so erratically.

tagged: Meg/Alex <3
status: done!
notes: yay jemi! love this already. xD
words: 831

[MEGARA MUSETTA HOLMES]

meg was unsure of how exactly she was supposed to entice him away from the pounding music and the alcohol, especially when she wished to be asleep in her own bed at that moment. in fact, that had been where she was headed before her father called to tell her that her job was over. and on her day off, that was saying something. yet the people around them were slowly beginning to notice her presence, and the fact that she was making an attempt to take wesley away from the party before they thought it had even begun. but that was exactly what her job was. making sure that her father's clients didn't look bad, which meant making sure that her father didn't look bad. nothing else was important to him aside from that, and charles made sure to remind meg constantly of where her place was. not a singer like she wanted, not a musician in the background even. but someone who served him and whatever he desired.

she knew wesley, and she knew of his band as well. none of the others were as bad as he was, drunk all of the time and hitting on random women who wanted to be picked up. but megara was unlike most women, in that not only did she not tolerate that kind of behaviour, but she found it a little degrading. only the drunks showed any interest in her, a lowly assistant who did only what she was told by a man with more power then herself. she wasn't endearing to any man, nor did anyone find her attractive when sober. so what was the point? meg was more then ready to give up on her dreams of becoming a musician, knowing that the only thing she could ever do in life is remain where she was.

a production assistant.

"no, wes, we really need to go."

but his words made her pause. true, wesley anderson was as drunk as they came without being physically abusive, but she knew that if she were to scream then oliver would be right by her side in a heartbeat. still, he was asking for something as simple as a dance, right? she knew how to do that, she was dressed as if she were going into the club at the late hour for some fun...and just when meg thought she might be safe from the pulsing beat of the song that people were grinding too on the dance floor, something else popped up instead. a slow song, one that left her with more dread then the song before. the moment wesley got to his feet and stumbled, meg was on hers, one hand behind his back and the other against his chest in an effort to steady him. already it looked like a scene might occur, which prompted the girl to quickly take his hand.

oh, her feet were going to be so sore by the end of the song.

"promise?" she asked nervously, biting her lower lip as she let her hand slide down from his chest and into his hand. they were already pushing limits by really having a conversation, so what could one little dance hurt? and if he insisted on dancing before he would go with her, then meg realized that she would not have any choice at all.

she'd have to do it.

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[WESLEY JAMES ANDERSON]

Wes found it interesting that this girl had been sent to deal with him. Sure, he had frequently been collected by someone to make sure the paparazzi didn't find out, but even so, he had never expected this girl to do it. In truth, it was usually either his manager who came to find him, or one of his band members. At least when it was his manager he only got lightly scolded, while his band members yelled at him, which only encouraged headaches for Wes, and for him to want to drink more. And it wasn't like he was irresponsible about it. He knew when to stop drinking, and he knew when he definitely couldn't drink. If he was responsible for Teddy, then he was definitely not going to drink even a little sip at night. He most likely wouldn't even go out, and less he took the baby out to do something.

But that was rare, because Wes was extremely over-protective. He didn't trust many places that he could take his dear nephew. At least not just yet, the kid was still too young. Teddy was one year old for crying out loud! And Wes took good care of him. Often he wondered if it would be better if he just raised his nephew until his sister was out of school and ready to choose a good job, but then he remembered that his job was rather demanding. While he could take Teddy with to certain things, he'd be hiring a babysitter frequently. Just like his sister did now, so really, it wasn't very helpful. Then again, he wondered, if he had his nephew around at home, he probably would no longer go out and drink as he did these days. Still, he would stop thinking about these ifs, because his sister was trying her hardest to raise her little boy.

At her words, he pouted, and his big brown eyes looked as pleading as they possibly could. Most people caved to that look, although he'd had a few rare exceptions who didn't. But really, how bad was it to do one dance before leaving? Wes thought it would be a lot of fun, and figured she could use a break from doing whatever it was that her father made her do other than come get drunk celebrities like himself. When he had stumbled, he pretty much expected to faceplant and be laughed at, but he didn't. Instead, she was supporting him, having steadied him with a hand on his chest, and one at her back. He would feel embarrassed if he weren't so drunk and amused at the general excitement of the day. His joy practically went through the roof as she took his hand. He hadn't actually expected her to agree. He had figured she'd be like the second guitarist of his band and drag him out anyway.

For that he was definitely grateful, and there for would definitely be nice and try to look as professional as possible when leaving the club. After all, he owed it to her for being so nice about him being drunk. He led her out onto the dance floor before facing her again and pulling her close to him. His brown eyes glanced seriously down at her, for once not the joking expression he had when he was going to dance with a pretty girl. This was different, and he wanted her to know that he would honor her wishes and really only do one dance. "You have my word Meg. Maybe the word of a drunk seems unreliable, but you can trust me. Even drunk, I keep my word." He responded seriously, before smiling warmly at her. This was going to be fun, he was sure of it.

tagged: Meg/Alex <3
status: done
notes: yay jemi! love this already. xD
words: 649

[MEGARA MUSETTA HOLMES]

she knew as soon as she agreed that there was bound to be trouble waiting for her if her father ever discovered what exactly had occured in the club that night. and now she knew how pepper potts felt when tony stark had made her dance with him at the charity gala as well. it was perhaps the most embarassing thing that meg had ever experienced in her life, which included the memory of how exactly the two of them had met originally. everyone knew there was nothing classier then a woman who allowed the heel of her shoe to be caught in a crack, which resulted in her falling flat on her face. but as luck would have it, wesley had been there to catch her before she hit the pavement, saving her from broken limbs or loss of blood. sadly though, he was no fast enough to save her from the back of her father's hand once they were safely out of sight of the cameras.

still, the heat rose in her cheeks as she felt him lead her onto the dance floor, before god knew how many people who were in the club that night. in the midst of her fear, meg looked around to see if anyone had pulled their phones out to take pictures, or if perhaps a member of the press had managed to sneak their way inside to snap the shots of a rather drunk wesley. and the fact that she was a nobody in the world would only make those pictures worth more, because people would be able to make up the stories of who she was and what she did...probably resulting in her being a hooker or something cliched like that. the idea made meg want to roll her eyes, until she felt wes pull her in close. with the front of her body brushing up against his, her face turned a deeper shade of red. and yet she forced herself to hang on.

if anything, she knew that this dance would get them out of there faster.

"just one dance," she reminded him, trying to pull away without making it appear as if she was uncomfortable with being seen that close to him by so many people. sure, he was cute, but people made up their minds on something in an instant. "and then you come home with me."

that was probably a poor choice of words when she considered the fact that she was talking to someone who had consumed far too much alcohol for their own good. but as it was, with the late hour and the fact that the music, albeit slow, was playing so loudly that meg could hardly hear herself think, she believed that she was entitled to a little bit of doubt. she'd been on her way to bed when she had been called and told that her day off was no longer her own. and who could blame her for being a little out of sorts and unprepared? apparently wes didn't, because at that very moment he spoke again to her, but this time called her by name. meg was shocked. in the last little while, she had come to regard herself as a shadow, someone hardly worth a passing glance. and yet here was a rockstar like wesley anderson, who knew her by name and although he was drunk, insisted on dancing with her.

well, that part was probably just the alcohol.

there was something in his smile though that made her shiver with a feeling that wasn't nervousness, a feeling so strange that she almost backed away right then and there. "i....i'm sorry if i'm not very good," she said quickly, dropping her eyes a little. "i've never danced before."

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[WESLEY JAMES ANDERSON]

It was funny how confident Wes was sometimes. He really didn't give a damn what others thought about him at all. While this was good since he was so often in the spotlight, it was also bad, because it didn't seem to bother him much if people he knew disliked him. Well okay, sometimes it did, but he was too carefree. It was why some of his bandmates got annoyed by him so much. Still, he felt that being carefree had quite a few perks. Like the fact that he wasn't bothered by a lot of people staring at him when he went places. And in this club, he felt so comfortable. He never even bothered to care about whether people were looking at him or not. This place was where his trusted drunk friends came. None of them ever spilled anything to the paparazzi, and generally brought newcomers into their senses, to make sure no one said anything. It wasn't like he went to drink to trouble his band. No, he did his best to avoid the trouble even while doing what he wasn't supposed to. He didn't want to upset any of his friends.

But he put all those thoughts out of his mind for now, because he was dancing with the best looking girl in the room, he was sure of it. He remembered when he first met her he had been absolutely stunned. That, and her eyes, they were just the kind you could get lost in very easily. What was strange to him, was just how nervous he felt holding her so close to him. He had never felt that way with a girl before. Usually he was just his cheerful self when he danced. No matter how close they were dancing, he usually was never embarrassed or uncomfortable. Not even with the grinding, and yes, Wes had done that a few times. But that was different. When he danced with those other girls, he didn't know them, he wasn't going to see them again, unless they agreed otherwise. Meg, however, was someone he would see every day, most likely. She helped her father, who worked with the band constantly.

He smiled and nodded cheerfully at her. "I know, I know. You don't want to spend more time here, do you?" Wes replied with a shrug, figuring it made sense. A sweet girl like her wouldn't usually come to a club. At least, Wes was pretty sure that was the case. He knew that most of the girls around here were rather slutty. He was very thankful that Meg wasn't one of them. Wes blinked in surprise at her words and couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "You know, with any other girl I'd take that the wrong way. But I get what you mean." Wes commented with a grin. Still, he liked dancing with her, for all that he knew she was only doing it to get him to come with her. Which kind of saddened him, but he knew there was no way she would take interest in a drunk like him.

He was the naughty boy of the group. The others weren't hardcore partiers. Well, except for his close buddy who played the drums. The both of them came up with all sorts of shenanigans, and often pranked the others just for a good laugh. When he said her name, he couldn't help but be surprised at her own surprise. Apparently she hadn't expected him to know her name. True, some celebrities didn't bother to take the time to know the people in the backgrounds' names. But Wes did, and he had known of Meg since that first day he had caught her when she her heel had gotten caught in a crack.

He guided her slowly to the beat of the music. He had been dancing for a long time, and he knew how to do a proper lead. Yes, he had learned how to dance, in all sorts of manners, some to show off at a concert, and others for places like clubs and so on. He shook his head at her and smiled, saying calmly, "You dance wonderfully." Even as his head was spinning from that little bit of movement. Probably wasn't a good idea to shake it when he was already so drunk. Oh well, he wouldn't mention anything to her, because he liked dancing with her so much. She may not dance like others, but that was definitely a good thing. It made him very happy, and he hoped she realized that as they danced to the slow song that was playing.

tagged: Meg/Alex <3
status: done
notes: sorry, kind of bad, lost muse at the end.
words: 808

[MEGARA MUSETTA HOLMES]

there was something in his smile that made meg a little uneasy for reasons that she didn't understand. not only was he holding her in a manner that was highly inappropriate for someone who was the lowly daughter of his music producer, but the worst part was the fact that wesley was drunk, and yet sober enough to realize who it was that he was twirling around the dance floor. that set the warning bells off in her head, but a promise was a promise after all. and since wes had so kindly agreed to accompany her away from the club at the end of the song, she knew that she would have to play her part in getting him outside and away from the flashing cameras that awaited them. namely, to dance in his arms until the song changed into someone heavier, something that would mask their escape from the eyes she felt watching them move.

but she did not pull away, that much megara managed to notice. there was something about the way they were dancing that made her feel much safer then she would if she were on her own in the middle of the dance floor. it wasn't exactly the best feeling to have, she realized, especially when she considered the fact that wesley was drunk, and therefore barely capable of standing on his own. he'd already proven that to her beyond a shadow of a doubt. and yet there she was, still moving in the same slow circle with his hands on her body. it didn't make her cringe in disgust, not yet anyway. actually, the feeling was kind of...nice. oh no, she couldn't afford to have ideas like that running through her mind. wesley anderson was a client, someone who headed a band that was under her father's wing, and there was no telling what her father might do if he realized that his daughter was thinking things about wesley that she ought not to think.

"it's not like this is routine for me," she rambled a little, trying to defend herself and the fact that she really wasn't much of a dancer. "i never went to the school dances or anything before my dad's business took off. and now i don't have any time for that kind of thing."

wes was really the first person to ask her to dance, which only increased her anxiety at the idea of stomping on his feet accidentally. she'd seen many people do it, even to the point that it ended marriages and relationships in the short span of days thanks to the clumsiness of one's dance partner. but they weren't a couple, she reminded herself. they weren't anything like that at all. she was megara holmes, the daughter of music producer charles holmes who acted more like his personal secretary then anything else. and he was wesley anderson, with a band behind him who was more then willing to give him a good kick in the arse come morning when they realized that he had been brought home in a state other then sober. in truth, the other guitarist was probably going to whale on him the hardest.

but as her eyes drifted a little around the dance floor, meg caught sight of a few girls who stood just off toward the side of the bar, twirling their hair as they looked wes up and down. she knew that they weren't after her, especially when she was the one dancing with the famous face. mentally, she groaned. but physically, meg pulled herself right in close to him, until almost every part of her body was pressed firmly against his front. she tightened her hold on his body, sending the girls a soft glare as if she were claiming wes as her own. she knew that she'd probably come to regret such an action later on, but for the time being, it was her job to make sure that nothing else happened that night. one dance, he had promised. one dance and they would be out of there for good.

no way was she going to let a couple of trashy girls sink their claws into him.

"don't look up," she instructed, bringing her lips dangerously close to his ear. "just keep looking at me, alright?"

the swaying of the music was enough to keep her going, but she could feel the looks of the girls turn into heavy, sour glares. and still she held onto wesley, even as she felt her hips knock up against his, her body almost slightly to the side of his as she tightened one arm around his neck and felt her knees straddling his one leg. oh yes, she was definitely going to regret this.

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[WESLEY JAMES ANDERSON]

Wesley couldn't understand what was going on with him. He wasn't just stumbling because he was drunk. Sure, that was part of it, but the other part was that he was made nervous by dancing so close to this girl. There was something about Megara Holmes that had him enticed. It was thrilling and yet terrifying at the same time. After all, this feeling was so new to him, he didn't know what to do. But he had asked her to dance with him, so therefore it was all his own fault. Then again, he had really wanted to dance with her, and he would always remember this dance. It was the first time he felt like he was making some sort of connection with the person he was dancing with. That and Meg wasn't an ultra skank like most of the people he met in these clubs. Well that was a guarantee really since Meg obviously didn't usually come here. The poor girl had to come to retrieve him. Wes felt guilty about it now. He caused plenty of people trouble but it took a girl like Meg to actually realize it. His mother used to complain about it frequently. It had caused him to wonder if it was all his fault that the family connection had sort of...shattered. Because, after all, his family used to be normal...somewhat. The fact that he had to help his sister make it through the last years of high school and raise her son was proof enough that his parents' support had been lost on the wayside.

But when he thought about it, they had originally made a big effort when Wes was younger. Wes was their pride and joy, and his father had had big dreams for the two of them. His father wanted to play football with him and do all those sorts of father-son activities. But Wes, he had found himself hooked to music and joined the choir and tried out for musicals instead. Needless to say, he was a disappointment in that category. And as for school...oh good god. His mother was disappointed with his academics, and it was all a major disaster. He knew he shouldn't blame himself for his parents' insanity, but it was because of his idiocy that instead of his parents' going to yell at the boy who knocked up their daughter, Wes had to step up and say something, as well as inconspicuously beat up the kid without anyone realizing it was him. Wes blamed himself for his parents' disinterest in their children's lives. He felt that his little sister was too wonderful to be at fault. Wes glanced sadly at Meg for a second, his brown eyes filled with guilt before he shifted to a more Wes-like cheerful expression. "I'm sorry for causing you all this trouble Meg." He apologized brightly, hoping that she hadn't read too deep into that brief lapse of a smile.

It was strange, but he was far more emotional drunk, that was, not angry emotional, but sensitive in general, and way more honest. Which was another reason why people tried to hide him away from the media, other than the fact that he was drinking under age. Still, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at her words. This beautiful girl had NEVER gone to a school dance? He found this to be terrible, because Wes thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and that she would probably look divine in a nice dress. That no one had asked this girl to a dance or anything was unfathomable to Wes. "That's a shame. School dances are fun. But you know, you're dancing just fine." Wes spoke warmly, giving his usual bright smile. She really was doing fine, it was Wes that was the problem. After all, being drunk made it more difficult to have any sense of balance. The fact that she followed his whims was something that made Wes mentally cringe. He felt like a majorly big asshole, and swore to himself to make it up to her when he was sober. That was something he wouldn't forget. Sure there would be a few details that might be fuzzy from this evening, but he was determined to make it up to Meg. No matter what, he was going to do that. It was bad enough that he drank as crazily as he did when he actually had a reason to drink. Well okay, so maybe he hadn't gotten over all the issues yet, but it wasn't as big as it had been, so he couldn't understand his drive to drink.

The strange thing was that the press had never gotten a hold of this issue between Wes, his sister, and his parents. They knew about his little sister having problems with teen pregnancy and all that because they snooped on that, but since most of them never even saw Wes's parents come out of their house, they never learned anything more then that. Since he had been so lost in the past, he almost forgot about what was going on, before realizing that Meg had pulled up extremely close to him. His breath hitched for a moment before he started breathing again, a little faster but still well enough. He had never thought that Meg would pull so close to him that he was pretty sure she must feel his erratic heartbeat. Oh dear god, this girl was going to kill him.

tagged: Meg/Alex <3
status: wip
notes: sorry, so tired right now. but i have the muse, so i'll be able to get it done asap tomorrow.
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[MEGARA MUSETTA HOLMES]

there was too much going on around them for her liking, in a field where she had absolutely no control over what was happening. those girls were still eyeing wes like he was a fresh piece of meat in the market, though she was sure that this wasn't his first time there, and she didn't like that at all. but her father would be calling her cell phone shortly to make sure that she had been able to pull him out of the club without issue. if she wasn't able to answer that call within the quiet walls of the car, she could be guarenteed a smack across the face for the next time he saw her. as if it wasn't bad enough that he had gone in and taken what remained of her day off, she would also endure a physical punishment, whether it was a good strike across the jaw or extra hours of recording. playing the guitar meant that her father had found some use for her, even if it was only to play the background chords for other people's recording tracks.

but still, she knew that he would be less inclined to understand if she had allowed wes to be kidnapped by a bunch of sluts who hovered over in the other corner of the bar, downing their alcohol with looks that could kill. the one blonde, who was easily half of meg's size, looked beyond pissed and ready to rip the girl apart. and she probably would have tried if meg hadn't tightened her arms around wesley's neck and pulled herself closely to him as she did, her lips hovering dangerously near his ear. bad move, she told herself automatically, and meg knew that she would be kicking herself for it later, but it was the only thing she could think of that would prevent wes from falling prey to the evils of the girl world. then again, as she did, she could feel his breathing hitch a little, his heart pounding against his ribs as it echoed through his chest and into her own. that was how close they were, so tightly pressed together that every part of her front was in tight to his with no room to breathe. oh yes, she would definitely regret this later.

his arms, she noticed, did not tighten to hold her though, so perhaps that was a good sign. maybe wes had understood her in his drunken state. but regardless, the song would shortly be over and then they could escape, hopefully without too much of the press finding them before they were able to get outside and into the car. oliver was probably beginning to wonder where she was, and if she knew him as well as she thought she did, he was probably beginning to worry. oliver seemed to care for the girl more then her own father....

"if you don't want to cause me trouble, then you shouldn't do this," she told him, hoping it might make him focus on her face again. "you can't go out drinking and dancing everynight wesley, i can't always come to get you."

in all honesty, it should have been someone else other then her. she was only a girl after all, hardly able to protect herself from the members of the press who wanted to get a piece of her father and pushed her aside so that they could. hence her meeting with wes a short time before. falling in a crack with those damn heels, but it was insisted that heels looked professional, and therefore meg would wear them whether she liked it or not. but rest assured, she spent the money on pedicures to keep her feet in good shape since she had to wear those damn things all the time. only in the comforts of her own home was she permitted to wear something else. and she normally went barefoot at those times.

her cheeks began to flush as the pounding of his heart really become noticeable, but she resisted the urge to pull herself backward and leave some distance between them. after what she had just done to that other girl, she couldn't justify that, nor could she allow herself to walk out of there without wes.

suddenly, meg found herself stammering. "w-what are you d-doing?" she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

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