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In the brisk New York air the city lights painted the skyline and Daniel Bristol waltzed down the street, stumbling occasionally and swaying with each step. He turned to Jack walking backwards down the nearly empty street. He grinned and look up to the moon, letting out a howl.

"That food was divine, you know how sometimes after a good night out all you want is some good, greasy diner food. Waffles ahhh, waffles."

He smiled at her, "you said you used your press pass? So do you like write about events or clubs?"

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Daniel grinned, “well, I come from good stock.” he responded slyly as he leaned his head back against the window. The warmth of the high and the booze mixing with the wonderful warm feeling the waffles put in his stomach. He looked over at the girl grinning. “Was your...

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Exactly what I like to hear my beautiful ladies. What are you two doing tonight?

Sup, motherfuckers.

You heard correctly!

Only the best things.

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Doubt that it's your pleasure, it's always my pleasure to meet a beautiful woman. A photographer hey? Well you know if you need any subjects, I'm available.

Mmmbop, ba ba duba dop.

Doubt that? Why? My career mostly, too hard to start off as a photographer in New Mexico. 

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Ladies, did I overhear you talking about me earlier?

Better have been good things.

Sup, motherfuckers.

  You and me both. 

Try not to get addicted though.

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Shall we start with the bourbon?

Sufficiently wasted.

Alcohol. Let’s drown our days tonight

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Daniel relaxed in the car, his hand rubbing Isabella's leg as she poured them some champagne. He quickly slammed back the first glass, Laughing when Isabella talked about getting a job. "Ha, yes you working. Can't wait to see that one love." he said with a grin. "My day was typical. Slept till noon, you know, recovering from last night. Worked out, made an appearance at the office as per his highness' request" he rambled on as he poured them both more champagne. "You don't need anything more, you already have plenty of hobbies. Sex, shopping, more sex, getting obliterated with me, sex."

Daniel grinned when Isabella brought out her treats. As he slugged back some more champagne straight from the bottle he reached into his coat pocket grabbing his wallet and pulling out a hundred dollar bill. "Honey, don't be silly you know I roll with hundreds." he said slyly as he rolled it up, leaned forward and snorted the line.

Within a few moments he felt the familiar rush, the adrenaline, the invincibility. Everything was both fast and slow. He leaned back waiting as Isabella took her line. He leaned over, and kissed hard and fast his hands wandering over her incredible body. He pulled back with a smirk on his face, "let's get in there, we need to dance." he swung the door open, stepping out and holding his hand out for her. Daniel felt alive, felt incredible, energy coursed through every inch of his body. He was ready. 

Wild Night || Isabella and Daniel

Isabella didn’t bother shoo-ing away Daniels hand, knowing that if she was out with him he had free reign with her body as he pleased. It helped that he was absolutely gorgeous, and came from a family just as wealthy as she did. “Thankstigre, you always did know how to flatter a girl,” she purred, slipping her own arm around his waist comfortably. When they made it to the car she saluted Daniel’s driver Tom, something she started the first time they had gotten kicked out of a party together. It was sort of a ritual, though she knew Tom took it as a warning that the night was going to be an interesting one.

“How was your day darling, tell me you did something interesting. It’s boring staying up in my apartment all day, but I can only go shopping so often.” She leaned over to the mini-bar that was stocked in his car, grabbing them both two glasses and a bottle of campaign to start the night. “I think I might just get a job or something,” with that thought she laughed, knowing that she’d never actually get a job. “Or a dog, or a hobby.”

The bottle was gone in no time, as was half of the proceeding one before they finally decided they had spent enough time driving around and wanted to get the night started. “Before we go in, want a little candy?” She grabbed the shiny tray that usually held the glasses and laid it across her lap. Quickly and delicately she poured two piles before crushing them and lining them up with her card. “A little something just to get the blood flowing. Do you have a bill? And I will refuse anything under fifty. I will not disgrace my cousin using a twenty or a ten with this shit.”

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That's true, your mother is fucking sexy.

What poison are we indulging in tonight?

Sufficiently wasted.

My sexy mother obviously

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Thank Jesus.

Or who ever gave you that amazing body.

Sufficiently wasted.

Already there

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Sufficiently wasted.

Now, who wants to join me for a pool party on my rooftop?

Clothing optional.

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Daniel crossed his expansive apartment to the bar, opening his fridge and grabbing himself a beer. His hair in its usual tousled style, he was dressed more casually than normal in dark wash denim jeans and a grey v-neck t-shirt. He might as well get started, Kenzie was coming over and he was looking forward to catching up; moreover, getting completely shitfaced. Of course, he hoped they could include some sex in there, something they'd never done before, but a night of reckless abandonment with Kenzie was always lively.

It been a few months since he'd seen her. They met during a particularly wild scorching summer night in the Hamptons. They'd enjoyed quite a few nights of debauchery since. Kenzie was one of his favorite people to get loaded with. Get high, and hang on, with her the ride was usually wild.

Picking up a remote off the bar he pointed to his entertainment system turning on some background music. It's Time by Imagine Dragons filled the room and Daniel set out his stash as he bobbed his head along with the music.

Just then the door buzzed, as Kenzie voiced boomed through it. Daniel grinned widely. Clapping his hands "Kenzie, I have copious amounts of libations, you better fucking be ready to go hard." he hollered as he crossed the room to the door. Swiftly opening it to reveal the petite brunette, smirk on face, booze in hand. Looking sexy as hell in a tight blue dress. Her lips bright red, immediately causing him to imagine where he wanted those lips to be. Daniel reached for the vodka, "Kenzie, I fucking love you. Let's do this." he said as he turned away walking back across the apartment to the bar expecting Kenzie to follow him.

Vodka Dinner || Daniel & Mackenzie

Lounging in the backseat of her family’s beloved Escalade, Mackenzie peered at herself through the rear view mirror, giving herself one final and contented glance as her driver whizzed passed the busy New York City traffic. Her hair; in soft ringlets, her dress; body hugging, and electric blue, and her lips; a bright red, Mackenzie was ready for a night of reckless behavior with her old friend, Daniel. From his his perfectly tousled, brown hair to his high cheek bones, Mackenzie definitely found him attractive. They had met through mutual friends within their social circle and Mackenzie was immediately drawn to his wild and reckless personality; characteristics she herself had inhabited. He was a guy that knew how to have fun, and considering all the uptight, stuffy company she had to keep during the day, it was nice to have someone around who she could be her true self with.

Her chauffeur pulling up in front of Daniel’s beautiful, Manhattan sky rise, Mackenzie immediately opened the car door and thanked her driver as she exited. The brunette made her way through the lobby, and up the elevator to the floor of his apartment. Standing in front of his door with a bottle of vodka in her hands and a smirk on her face, Mackenzie buzzed the doorbell as she waited for him to answer, “Open the door, bitch!” she yelled with a laugh. 

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Daniel grinned, "well, I come from good stock." he responded slyly as he leaned his head back against the window. The warmth of the high and the booze mixing with the wonderful warm feeling the waffles put in his stomach. He looked over at the girl grinning. "Was your night filled with drunken debauchery as well?" he laughed.

He laughed slightly to long, given that his statement wasn't particularly funny. "I want to walk home. You, beautiful, are going to walk with me. You'll love it." he smiled leaning forward and beginning to stand up. He put some cash on the table, "Fifty, that should cover it." he said, standing up and reaching his hand out to Jack. "Come."

The girl visibly blushed when Daniel said beautiful, even though she knew he probably said it frequently. "You're pretty cute." She said, lazily opening her eyes and watching him. He wasn't an eyesore, and her gaze flicked down off of his face, to his hips, and back up to him. She shifted, leaning forward on her elbows. The booth was comfortable but sticky, but she didn't mind. "I write about fashion and such. Lucky, and others."

Jack wanted another drink, but she knew that if she did, she would most likely keep drinking, to take the edge off of everything. She had recently moved, from Chicago to New York, and didn't know the neighborhoods well. Instead of asking for vodka, or even a beer, she took another bite of waffles, the sugary syrup dissolving the breakfast food in her mouth.

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Oh sweetheart, I definitely doubt that.

What brought you to New York, or are you from here?

Mmmbop, ba ba duba dop.

Well thanks. I’m sure the pleasure is all mine Daniel. 

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Beautiful name fore a beautiful girl. Hello Vi.

I'm Daniel. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Mmmbop, ba ba duba dop.

Thank you, you’re quite handsome yourself. Violet by the way. Most people just call me Vi.

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Daniel tilted his head quizzically. "Hmm not sure. Well nice to meet you anyways beautiful." he said leaning back, rubbing his hands against his jeans. Fuck he loved E, it made everything feel fucking amazing. He finished the last bite of his waffles. He licked his lips, groaning slightly and smiling. 

"Precisely, we all come because we're hungry." he said pausing momentarily, tilting his head once more. "What do you write about on this blog?" he wondered how the girl knew him. Did she write about him? I mean realistically he knew how she knew him. He was a Bristol, and that came with a certain amount of fame and notoriety. 

He turned in the booth, leaning his back against the window and stretching his legs out across the booth. He sat staring at the ceiling, enjoy his heavy buzz and the warmth of the high.

She laughed again, a light, airy sound. "My blog is called Threads. I'm best known as JS, if you read it."

Jack took a tentative bite of her waffles. They were dry, but still good, and she was starving. "I guess so." She gave a small smile, pushing hair out of her face. "I'm here because...I'm hungry. I was blogging, then had a few drinks, and I'm still buzzed & starved." Jack leaned back, closing her eyes slightly, inhaling the scent of waffles, syrup, and lingering cigarette smoke. It smelled somewhat familiar, like her old apartment in Chicago, the one she grew up in.

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Daniel grinned as Sophie ran her fingers through her hair allowing himself to place his hand on her leg. He listened as she spoke about modeling, though he was really focused on how hot she was. He was really thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her perfect little body.

He came back to earth when he realized she was asking him a question. He grinned, nodding, "I mean yeah, nothing is really out of reach. There's all the expectations, but I mean clearly I'm not worried about that. It allows me to take beautiful women like you on fabulous dates." He smiled trailing his hand along her smooth leg, "and sweetheart, you were clearly meant to be a model you're stunning." Daniel leaned forward, wrapping his hand behind her head and pulling her in for a kiss. He kissed her softly, but there was lust behind the kissed

As, they pulled up to the curb in front of the Standard. Daniel released Sophie grinning and opening the door he stepped out and bent over, reaching for her hand to pull her out. He placed his hand in the small of her back once more guiding her into the hotel, and into the elevator. Grinning at her as the doors closed, for their few minute ride to the top. He tightened the grip around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the doors shut. "I can't get over how beautiful you are." he said as he looked into her eyes, brushing her hair from her face.

Daniel & Sophie - Drinks

Sophie couldn’t help but smile at the male’s compliment. Sure, being a model and all the girl was practically hounded by them ninety percent of the time, but when it came from a boy who looked like that, they happened to have a little more value attached to them. Well aware that boys eyes were lingering on her body, Sophie smirked. “Thank you, I try pretty hard.” She joked, a small laugh escaping her lips as Daniel hand found hers before spinning the around. “I’m glad you like it,” She spoke, looking at the outfit she had hand picked herself. She was well aware that the boy knew his flattery would lead him into Sophie’s pants ― or in this case shorts, but the girl couldn’t have cared less.

Watching as the boy’s eyes wandered every inch of her body, she gave him a sultry smile. It was inevitable that in a matter of hours the pair would be naked and doing a lot more enjoying drinks at bar. Not that Sophie was complaining, sex was good, sex with a heir she assumed was even better.  It wasn’t that the girl was a gold digger, not at all. She’d been modelling since she had popped out of her mother’s womb and by now she’d collected enough riches, however Sophie’s eyes were on the prize with Daniel, which in this case were the connections she’d make. “Lets.” She said, as she followed the boys lead out of the lobby.  Following Daniel into his car, Sophie shot a smile at the driver, her fingers running through her hair. “I lived in Los Angeles my entire life, I was practically born into it.” She said giving her hand a little wave. “And of course, the first time I saw Naomi Campbell wearing those to-die-for Loubiton’s, I figured modeling would be the only way to get me a pair.” She added, her hand brushing against her thigh as she leaned back into the seat, her posture still remaining straight. “How about you? Being a Bristol must have its endless perks?” Sophie asked, her brow raising as she awaited an answer.

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Well it's easy when the girl is so gorgeous.

Mmmbop, ba ba duba dop.

Men in New York sure know how to compliment a girl.

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Daniel raised an eyebrow in return. "Sorry, not ringing any bells. What's your blog?" he asked, taking another large bite of waffles. They tasted amazing, he wasn't sure if they were or if the E was making them taste better. He was definitely horny. E always did that. Maybe he'd have to call up Isabella.

He was slightly impressed when the girl slid into the booth across from him, "Making yourself at home?" he asked grinning. The girl had spunk, Daniel always liked that. He took a large gulp of water, man he was thirsty too.

"Well, beautiful stranger. I am here because I am, and because it just plain sounded good. Why are youu here?"

Jack Stark wasn’t doing much—no, scratch that. She was scoping the streets, the bars, the clubs, just for something to blog about. It wasn’t dark, persay, but simply…poorly lit, and she was about to hail a taxi and drive back to her hotel, when she realized that she was...