the dog should've bit you - callie

[bryce elijah romano]

A snide laugh bounced across the dull, off-white tiles of the men’s room as Bryce contemplated lighting a cigarette although he was aware that it was against regulations. “This isn’t modeling, pal. You can’t just make yourself throw-up to make everything better,” tearing his gaze away from a puking guitarist in the stall closest to him, he leaned in closer onto the sink and studied his own appearance, “in any case, I pulled a lot of strings to get you this gig tonight and I need you to buck up or we’re both going to have a few problems.” His tone wasn’t harsh as he was trying to console the kid to the best of his abilities, however, his patience was wearing thin. Never the guy to be caught waiting on anyone, Bry had half of the mind to make a few phone calls now, spit a few lies and cover his own ass before leaving his newest talent high and dry – the only thing holding him back was the fact that he could recognize potential when it was before him and this guy shone like a star. “I thought you wanted to be famous,” laughing once more, the raven haired talent scout slid a thumb across his chin and struck his leg out to kick the side of the stall, “you have five minutes to pull yourself together,” he added before slipping out of the door. If he wasn’t getting paid for this, he wouldn’t have cared. He just wanted to keep his name clean with the label and besides, the bathroom was putrid.

Inhaling deeply as he strolled away from the bathroom as quickly as possible, he shared a few words with the backstage manager before heading straight to the bar. An agonizing headache was beginning to set as the realization that tonight he would be screwed downed on him. This would be the last time that he tried to work with anyone under the age of sixteen. Sure, the kid was sixteen, but from now on Bryce would only set his sights on eighteen year olds or up, no matter if the crowds wanted younger artists or not. It was becoming more apparent that younger artists were popular for two reasons. One, the only people that still actually bought records or tracks from itunes were those that didn’t have bills to pay and therefore the younger crowd and two, the longer that a record label could work with someone, the more opportunities they had to cash in on them. But did that matter he could bring in a twenty year old super star to distribute some balance? Shaking the thoughts of business out of his head, Bryce poured back a double shot of Jack Daniels as his newest talent appeared from the bathroom and half-stumbled, half-sauntered backstage. At least the kid had swag. Smiling onto himself, Bryce spun on his heel, feeling the inside of his leather coat to reassure himself that he hadn’t left his cigarettes in that filthy bathroom. He fished a small, red lighter out of the front pocket of his black jeans and spun on is heel. Before tonight’s show began, he’d at last need one cigarette.

sorry that this is so weak. im thinking that this is just an early evening show at a local club. think of like an open mic night/small scale battle of the bands

[callie anne mackenna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi CALLIE ANNE MACKENNA. callie loved being home. she had been in la working for a few months, with everyday taking her somewhere different. she had been exhausted as well as becoming a little frustrated with her job. if it wasn't a photoshoot, it was an interview, a go see or rehearsal's for a runway that her agent had forgotten to tell her about the day before. there was always something going on. it was no stop work in la, and to be honest she was glad to finally be back home in seattle, being able to just chill out and do exactly wanted she wanted. she had been in seattle for a few days now. the first night she got completely wasted meeting up with a few old friends - doing exactly what she knew best and that was to party. this break was turning more into a drinking vacation for her, but callie just saw it as she was making up for lost time. for the past few months it had been constantly about work for her and she just couldn't handle it. don't get her wrong, she loved her career as a model, she loved attention and she loved the highs. but it was times like this when she would come back home and realize how much she actually missed being her regular self not having anyone tell her where she had to be and what she had to wear. yes, she was hungover however her father had been annoying her to attend some local talent search, or at least she thought it was something along those lines. to be honest apart of her wasn't interested only because she would rather be in bed nursing her hangover. when it came to music, callie's world surrounded it with her father being apart of one of the most successful rock bands of all time, she knew her stuff. however right now her bed seemed like the best thing in the world. staring at herself in the mirror, callie pulled her brush out of her bag pulling it through her long blonde wavy hair. she always tried to be as quick as possible when it came to freshening up as the restrooms were always gross at these types of places. trying not to touch anything as she made her way out, callie could only imagine killing her father right now as she hated going to these things on his behalf. her father figured it always looked good on the family and the history of the band if she made a small appearance at these small venues. making her way out to the main room, she wandered straight over to the bar, in her tight skinny jeans, six inch heels, with a forced smile on her face and a strut in her walk. it wasn't long before you noticed a familiar face at the bar. letting that smile, fall into a grin. she approached him "you.."

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[bryce elijah romano]

He placed the cigarette between his lips and nodded hello at a few familiar faces as he attempted to slip through the crowd. Craning his head at a familiar voice, Bryce’s lips curled into his trademark smirk. Before he said anything, he allowed for his chocolate hues to trace her from and lingered his attention for perhaps a moment too long on her waste before they traveled down her legs. “Me?” Cueing a brow, Bry chuckled lightly and a reached a hand toward Callie, “No, you.” At best, she was another temptation, a distraction to keep him from his itching veins and shallow pockets. She was a remnant of a life he’d once lived and now he was spiraling out of it, yet someone, she kept appearing. It was almost as if she were the Ghost of Christmas to come, vainly attempting to convince him that everything would fall back into place if he were patient. His smile faltered as he fell deeper into his thoughts, following the mindset that his twin brother would have travelled. Unlike Aaron, Bryce wasn’t much of a dreamer. He was a realist and was fully aware that Callie was no angel – or so he’d heard. It was fun to believe from time to time though, right? He shook his head inconspicuously and reached for her hand to give her a spin, another chance to admire her perfect figure. “You do realize that you’re a bit over dressed, right? You make the rest of these ladies look like complete trash,” he said, taking the cigarette from his lips.

“Let me buy you a drink?” Still grasping onto her slender fingertips and facing her, Bryce backed slowly towards bar, his question more of an order than a request. With his free hand he slipped his nicotine fix back into the pocket of his black, leather jacket and waved off a person that he’d bumped into. He’d venture further to ask her why she was here but knew the answer – to see him, obviously. Or well, the talent. Before he’d officially accepted his position as the talent scout for Black Ink, he specifically remembered seeing her at majority of the shows that he sat in on, her face always bored and uninterested, making it clear that she didn’t attend by her own choice. Yet, it was something that she had to do, apparently. It wasn’t until they’d becoming slightly acquainted and he realized exactly who she was – aside from a slightly talented model – that everything began to make sense. Perhaps that’s why he decided to play nice with her instead of treating her like every other woman that he’d come across in this low-rate city. He was a big fan of her papa’s word, both on the stage and off.

[callie anne mackenna]

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[/b] she paused, biting her lip softly once more "...besides, you never know who you may run into"[/b] raising a brow, she let out another sweet laugh allowing that flirtatious look to rest upon her face.

"a jack and coke for me, more jack then coke, i like it strong"[/b] she smirked, finally releasing her hand that was still locked with his as she waited for her drink to arrived. she couldn't help but keep her eyes locked onto him. what was he doing here? she wanted to ask, but then again she wasn't really interested. the only thing that was interesting her right now was the fact that he seemed like he was going to make her evening a whole lot better, suddenly her hangover had disappeared and it seemed callie was ready for round two. "it's been a while"[/b] keeping it short and sweet she smiled as their drinks finally arrived, she ran her finger over the rim of the glass before taking a sip. "i shouldn't really be drinking, you know father wouldn't be too proud"[/b] she spoke with added sarcasm. she did know bryce had something to do with the music industry in some way, but really never paid attention to the whole business side of it. made her sound selfish, but that's exactly what she was. the only interest callie had was herself.
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[bryce elijah romano]

Not that he was in rags, but if he would have known that he were going to run into Callie he would have put more than twenty minutes into his appearance this evening. He probably would have chosen something completely difference over his white button-up, skinny black jeans and iconic black, low-cut converse. This was his job and it called for him to fit into the local music scene, not stand out like a sore thumb as this tall, busty beauty did. Oh well, if she was going to attract attention to herself, at least she was doing it in a magnificent light, “Well, clearly you were prepared to run into me tonight,” whether he was dolled up or not, Bryce was aware that he had a face to die for and enough charm to win over the Koreans if he would ever have to.

“It has been,” he agreed, finally noting the length of her absence from his life, “where have you been? I thought you were avoiding me after last year’s incident at the fashion show.” With a light shrug, he ordered their drinks and slipped an arm around her waist as he raised his glass for a toast, “how long are you in town for?” The question was followed by a feigned laugh and he played as if to swat her glass out of his hand, “you know, I’m a fan of your father, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to his rules. I like to play the game my own way.” He tossed back the contents of his drink and proceeded to move his lips towards her ear just to add, “but I’m sure that we can find some way to make him proud

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The lights in the club dimmed and an MC strolled onto the stage directly to their left. Within moments the crowd began to settle around various tables and onto the stools at the bar, a quiet murmur traveling through the audience like a wave. A nerve between his shoulders twitched and he ordered another drink, silently counting the shots that he’d taken before in his head. There was something about watching performers that made him nervous.


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[callie anne mackenna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi CALLIE ANNE MACKENNA. yes, he wasn't wearing the best of outfits, however she wouldn't have expected him to. she was the model it was all apart of her job to look good. from the time she stepped out of her house, there was potential for cameras to be anywhere, especially in seattle where the paparazzi was as crazy as ever with all the bands being around. one bad picture and it could make a whole load of difference to her image, which affected her for future work, so she always had to look her best. not responding to his statement, she gave him a flirtatious look, laughing some. maybe she was a little over dressed for the venue. she began to realize as soon as she walked through the club doors and the sleazy bouncer had slipped callie his number. she did however thrived on the attention she was receiving and carried herself like the high maintenance lady she was. "last year's incident?"

[/b] she raised a brow over at him, questioning whether he was talking about the time that they had hooked up. they had a few drinks, spent the night together and well it was a very enjoyable night from what callie could remember. "not long enough, well as soon as my agent calls, i'm back in la"[/b] she shrugged, not knowing the answer and not really wanting to think about it right now. she laughed lightly hearing him respond about her father. the confidence he had at times annoyed her, almost made her want to throw up but right now it was definitely a turn on. she smiled, biting her lip as she listened to him whisper. "hm, i'm sure we could"[/b] taking a sip of her drink, her attention soon fell upon the stage. she popped herself up on a stool at the bar, eyes watching bryce as he ordered another drink nervously. his body language instantly changed, like his life was resting on the performance they were watching tonight. "slow down tiger, i don't want to be carrying you out of here tonight"[/b] she joked, resting her eyes back to the stage as the first performer made their way on.
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[bryce elijah romano]

When she questioned him he quickly scaled his memory back to the moment that they’d decided to begin sleeping together and to be honest, that hadn’t been what was on his mind. The incident spurring within his mind was the day afterwards, when he’d been sent to prison due to some drug charges – a time he wasn’t attempting to relive although he wasn’t trying hard to avoid it. A fickle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth in remembrance of that surprising night. Had anyone said he would have taken Mackenna’s daughter home with him, he would have called them an optimist and been better prepared. Bryce laughed within himself and shook off his nerves. It was best to play it cool when he knew someone was watching him thus he quickly tried to cover up his lapse by ordering her another drink. The performances would go by smoothly and he would have another contract to offer up in the morning – that’s how it always worked. Why would there be any difference today? After all, 98 percent of the time when people worried, it was for absolutely nothing. Bryce pouted and allowed for his hands to slide over her back pockets, checking for her phone, “Well, I think that we should turn that off then, hm? And isn’t it about time that you got an agent that works for you instead of you working for him?” He took a seat on the stool directly across from her, the alcohol buzzing through his system, “whatever it takes for us to leave together, Callie. I’m always game.” An acoustic set began in the background, but he paid no mind to it. His attention was tangled within the sweet vanilla scent of the woman before him.

[callie anne mackenna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi CALLIE ANNE MACKENNA. hearing that her question went unanswered only made callie more curious as to what went on at last year's fashion show. she figured it was yet again one of those moments that she never paid any interest to as it had nothing to be with herself or her life, although she believed she would get it out of him sooner or later with her charm. surprisingly she was enjoying the night more than usual now that she had familar company. soon noticing another drink swing her way, she wasn't about to say no but instead downed her half full glass of jack and coke in one before beginning to sip on the newly full glass. smirking, she let her eyes fall onto bryce as she felt a hand slide into her back pocket, soon revealing her phone. taking yet another sip of her drink, she allowed a smirk to draw across her face as she pushed her wavy blonde hair away from her soft skin. "well i can see someone doesn't want me to leave anytime soon"

[/b] she smiled over at him, running her finger over the rim of the glass. "if only business was that simple..."[/b] laughing slightly, she glazed over at him as he sat opposite her. "...father has paid him to look over me out there, you know just to make sure no one is playing his little girl. he actually thinks he's being clever, but i knew from the day this guy became my agent that my father had something to do with it"[/b] she spoke with a delicate tone. she was a daddy's little girl at heart and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she loved having her father look over everything for her since it made her job so much easier. she basically didn't have to do anything apart from look good. it was pretty shallow of her, but again callie didn't care. "my father thinks he has everything under control, but he has no idea what his little girl gets up to when she's all alone"[/b] making direct eye contact with him, she bit her lip. "leave together?"[/b] questioning, she paused, taking a sip of her drink. "are you sure you can handle an evening with me? you know i can be pretty fiesty at times"[/b] she smirked, eyes falling to the stage, not really taking any notice as the thought of leaving with him seemed more interesting at this present moment. if she had a choice, she would leave with him now.
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[bryce elijah romano]

“You’re the only quality woman in this entire city,” he didn’t mind who heard him say that either. Anyone else that he touched was just a space filler for when Callie was out of town and now that she was back, well, obviously he would want to keep her around for a while. “Can you blame me for wanting to keep you here?” Bryce winked as a charismatic smile charmed it’s way up to his eyes and contorted all of his features. “Besides,” he added with a laugh and a whisper, “I guess you can say that I missed you, but don’t let that go to your head.” Honestly, it was big enough. Callie had this arrogant presence about her which he found completely enthralling. Her confidence attracted everything in the room that had was alive, himself included. Usually he hated when he found someone irresistible, just because they cast a controlling spell on him. Callie, however, he enjoyed. “And I supposed you’re thankful for having a father that is always willing to pull strings, don’t make it sound like you’re not, without him you’d have to actually get your hands dirty,” as if that would happen any time soon. She was spoiled, that was certain, but perhaps in good right. If it had been him he wouldn’t have admitted to such details, but to each their own. He preferred to play the role of mystery, further enticing those around him and drawing them in. “I don’t think I stuttered, sweetheart, I’m going to take you home with me and we’re going to see what you can handle.” He was willing to catch a burn or two, after all that’s what happened when you played with fire, correct?