A Night Out (Bianca,and people with her)

[Shawn Hollywood]

Shawn exits the hotel he was in and heads down to the parking garage. Near the entrance/exit, Shawn finds his red Mercedes Benz.

Ugh, this thing needs a new paint job..or maybe I need a new car.

He sighs and unlocks the driver's side door to his car, and then steps inside. Shawn starts the car and exits the garage as the tires squeal. After about 30 minutes of bad traffic and almost getting lost, Shawn makes it to the Regency Hotel. Shawn peels out as he pulls into the parking garage and then swerves into an empty space..taking up spots in four of them. He steps out of the car, with an annoyed look on his face.

Seattle fuckin' sucks.. I'm getting a cab next time..

He enters the Hotel, with his mood now. Shawn walks up to the receptionist desk and asks where Bianca's room may be.

Bianca Dianco's room?

Dang man...you must have balls of steel wanting to see her.

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Heh heh! You gettin' some? Eh? Ehhhh!?

....

Damn your lucky though man. She's freakin' hot..Well a lot of hot women stay here..Why do you think I decided to work here? Eh? Ehhh??

Shut the HELL up!

Room 23 sir..

Jerk off....

Shawn proceeds to the elevator after a strange encounter with the bell boy. He presses the "call" button on the wall, and the elevator opens. In he steps and up he goes..two floors.. The elevator comes to a stop and Shawn steps out. Room 23 happened to be right in front of the elevator. He knocks...

[Shawn Hollywood]

He knocks again, this time heavier.

Open your damn door!

[bi]

Little did he know, She was standing right on the other side of the door. Any chance she could get to make a man squirm she reveled in. Even in the slightest of ways. She slowly uncouples the lock and opens the door. Wearing a stunning black spagetti strapped dress, she places her hand ever so slightly on her hip. Giving Shawn another up and down as she did there first meeting, She speaks.

Well, it's a mild improvement at best. But I guess I'll at least give you and E for effort.

Reaching over, she grabs her purse (Gucci of course) and a small jacket the went perfectly with her dress. She steps outside of the door and closes it behind her. Turning back around slowly after locking it, She stares Shawn directly in the eyes...

I trust you've picked somewhere at least halfway decent for this, correct?

[Shawn Hollywood]

After seeing Bianca in her dress, Shawn's mood jumped from annoyed to excited.

Damn!E for effort. Wonderful. My grades keep getting better and better, huh sexy?

Sadly, he didn't know where the hell they were going to eat.

Applebees! Hah!....Real..fucking...hilarious..Well, there's this place called The Pink Door, I could make a joke out of that..so could anyone else. Lots of guys like eating at the Pink Door. I checked it out before I came, and it's a pretty nice place. It's fancy, so don't get all uptight about it being a shitty place that doesn't require 1000 damn dollars to get in.

[bi]

With a flip of her hair, Bianca replies...

Any place I dine at becomes a Thousand Dollar establishment. You'd do well to remember that.

The evening hasn't even started yet and already I get the feeling this may be regretable. Still, half assed his attempts are, it IS at least endearing. May as well see where this ends. Hopefully not with my foot up his crouch.[/size][/color]

She gives him her trademark grin.

Are we going to stand here, or are we going to your "Pink Door"?

She couldn't help but to chuckle...

[Shawn Hollywood]

That's gross....

He chuckles a bit, rolling his eyes. He had to step up his game. The duo step in the elevator, and go back down to the first floor, and exit, where they encounter a valet.

Go get me my car damn it!

And you are sir?

As Bianca turns her head away, Shawn slips the keys to the valet.

Red Benz. Go do your job jackass.

After a few minutes the valet arrives with Shawn's car. But...on the door appears a scratch...Shawn's eyes are drawn to it, and then a look of fury appears on his face.

You scratched MY CAR!

Sir..I..

What the hell is wrong with you?! My God your an asshat! A mother fucking nutsack! This bitch cost more than you make in a year!

The woman or your car?

And with that, Shawn loses it, and tackles the valet. The poor guy lays defenseless as Shawn whacks him in the face with a punch. Soon a crowd begins to gather. They roll across the side walk swinging punches at one another, Shawn obviously getting the most hits in.

You little...son of a bitch!

And out of the blue a cop car arrives, and two officers jump out of the car. They grab Hollywood by the shoulders and pull him away from the valet.

Sir...sir! Calm down! Calm yourself!

Shit! Get off me you dicks!

A few passer by's help up the valet and the police shove Shawn against the cruiser, slapping a pair of cuffs on his hands,a long with ruffing him up a bit. The cop reads Shawn his rights, and the other goes over to question the valet.

Sir, what were your intentions?

The little fucker scratched my fucker car! Do you know how much that fucking thing costs?! Huh!? And besides that, the mother fucker was running his mouth!

The other cop walks over and explains the valet's story to the other cop. Shawn sighs.

Well buddy it seems you be spending some time prison for assault. Your gonna get in the car and watch your mouth.

What the fuck!? You've gotta be fucking kidding me!? He scratched my god damn car and called my date a bitch! Would you let me get away with calling your fat ass wife a bitch!? Well!?

The cops shove Shawn in the cruiser, slam the doors, and drive away...

[bi]

Admist all the chaos, Bianca basically is left standing with a rather dumbfounded look on her face. The guy had "some" Potential, but needless to say his chance vanished as fast as the squad car he got shoved in did. She simply shrugs and pulls her cell phone out from her purse.

Yes, what's the closest Police precinct in proximity to The Regency Hotel? The 18th Precinct? Thank you.

Against her better judgement, Bianca decided to go find out what Shawn's fate would be. In cuffs she'd at least have a good clean shot at kicking him in the jewels. She hails for a cab and within minutes arrives at the 18th. As she enters, the usual result happens...that being all eyes, male and female lock in on the british beauty. She walks to the front desk and inquires about Hollywood.

A man was brought here a few minutes ago. About 6'4", long hair, peach fuzz facial hair...probably screaming like a 5 years old???

Oh, THAT guy. They just put him in holding a few minutes ago. Almost had to stun the jackass. You here for him?

Regretably...

Within minutes Bianca is taken to the holding release office. Shawn's bail was set to $1000. Fortunately money was never an issue to Bianca. She pays his bail, and stands in wait of his release...

[Shawn Hollywood]

Shawn was laying on the floor in his cell. The bastards just shoved him right in. Almost suddenly a guard comes to the cell door.

Well, looks like your free....Your a lucky man, you know that?

Yep, I've heard it all before..

The guard helps Shawn up and they exit the cell. He takes Shawn into a room with Bianca, and a guy with a release form waiting. Shawn gives Bianca an uneasy grin. The guard takes the cuffs off Hollywood, and Shawn takes a seat.

Alright, read this form over and sign here. Your record doesn't look so smooth chum. You better keep yourself out of trouble. Your not going to get bailed out by a nice girl like this every time you get in trouble.

He slides Shawn the paper. He glances over it, signs it sloppily, and gets up out of the chair. The man with the release form gives him a glare. Bianca and him exit the room.

Bail already? I could of survived!

*Feel free to do anything you want to him.*

[bi]

Bianca waits until they're safely outside of the precinct, and procedes to smack Shawn over the back of his head with her purse. In a rare show of angst, the usually cool and collected Bianca shows her fangs.

BUGGER ya' BLEEDIN' MUG!!! Are you bleedin' MENTAL!!! For cripes what are ya' some kinda' action man? Mista' macho rambo or somethin'? Crikey, this bloody night is all to POT now isn't it? For the love of Christ I don't even know why I didn't just leave your pikey arse in there ta' rot with the Jones. *UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH*

Just as it looked like Shawn had stopped flinching, she hits him three more times...

[Shawn Hollywood]

God damn you hit hard! How many concussions do you think I have? Damn it..Maybe if you'd take your attitude out of your purse, I might of only had one concussion!

He gives the back of his head a slight rub. She almost knocked him the hell out.

Besides,that bastard scratched my car! That damn thing costs more than he could make in his whole freakin' life time! And he called you a bitch. Only I can call you a bitch! Damn it, I need a hit.. So what are we doing now?

[bi]

Bianca puts her hand over her face and shakes her head. With a deep sigh she answers.

The hell if I even know. At this point ANYTHING would be an improvement. So long as there's loud music and drinks that AREN'T watered down...

Bianca rolls her eyes. As if the night could possibly get any worse. Reluctantly she hails for another cab. The pair pile in and it drives off down the street. Bianca stares aimlessly out of the window. Even the slightest look at Shawn would probably force her to hit him.


Again...

[Shawn Hollywood]

The cab rolls on down the road, making frequent stops. It proved to be a relatively uncomfortable ride. As they ride on, Shawn's eyes start to buzz around the cab, and they lay sight on Bianca's chest. A smirk appears on his face. His eyes slide back and forth, window, chest, window, chest, window, and Shawn sees something he likes.

STOP! Here! The Baltic Room! I got wasted here last night!

Shawn throws some cash at the driver and hops out of the Taxi.

And I am sure the drinks meet your standards oh so wonderful Queen. It's only the finest..

He rolls his eyes as he walks to the other side of the cab and extends his hand to Bianca.

[bi]

It was probably the most gentlemanly thing he'd done in years. She takes his hand and he helps her out of the cab. The area was less then to her lofty expectations, but by this point she really didn't care. She just needed something to help her forget the "kick off" of the evening. The pair enter and Bianca heads STRAIGHT for the bar...

Guinesse Stout please. Not glass, just gimme tha' bloody bottle.

Bartender: One Guinesse comin' right up.

Before Shawn even sat down beside her, the bottle was already open and she'd already taken that long awaited first sip.

[Shawn Hollywood]

Damn! Chug that sumbitch!

Shawn grins as he watches Bianca slay the bottle of Guiness.

Just line me up some shots of Jack..I'm gonna need 'em.

We're you here yesterday?

Ahem...uh..no.

The bar tender shrugs and pulls out some shot glasses. Five to be exact He proceeds to pour the Jack Daniels into each glass. The waiter finishes and stores the Jack back under the table.

Eh, just leave the bottle.

The waiter does so, and Shawn slams down a shot. He puts the glass to the side, and then slams down another, then another. After the third glass, Shawn slides over the other two. He looks around cautiously. No one else was at the bar. Everyone was watching the entertainment. And the waiter was gone to the bathroom. Shawn reaches in his jeans pocket and pulls out a tiny bag. Did he care if Bianca was there? No. He begins to pour some of the contents onto the table. It seemed she wasn't looking at the time though...

[bi]

But in fact she did catch a glimpse of what he was up to. She gasped at his brazen display.

For cryin' out loud, are you trying to get us BOTH locked up now? In a public area no less. You ARE mental, aren't you? It's a wunda' why you've not jumped off a bridge yet. NOW I remember why I vowed neva' to date a yankee. Bloody 'ell.