Isabel
God today was a hectic day, I really need a break.
I'm walking to the penthouse I share with my 3 best friends god what I would do if I didnt have them.
What I would do if I didn't have money. Growing up i've always been wealthy parents pretty famous you could say that. But I didn't want to do what they wanted me too so I went out on my own.
That's when I met Maria, Liz and Tess, we have so much in common it's amazing. I love them all so much.
One thing we all have in common is our passion for Money.
I mean look at all these love in fested saps, seriously love doesn't take you places MONEY DOES.
I get out my keys and open the door I see 2 of my best friends.
"Hey Beautifulss."
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Since Maria was on her way into the house I'll make it her 
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Maria
I dig thoughtlessly around in my bag before pulling out my keys ready to unlock the door only to find it unlocked already, hmm must mean someones home. I love our place, I really do it's so welcoming and it just screams us.
I notice that it's Tess and she's on the phone, "Chad?" I ask with a smirk,
we all do our best to keep up with each others latest conquests. Right now I'm working on Mark he's an actor slash writer who's loaded or well loaded enough to be with me for a week. In my room I have this huge folder in my computer filled with info on all the guys I've used, it's the things I've learned about them, things I liked and didn't like about them, pictures, statistics etc. It's really quite organized because I take all of this seriously.
"Chance." She corrects and me but doesn't look to sure.
"Oh," I say and twirl a strand of my hair, "Mark is seriously annoying." I complain because I feel bad that Mark wants to spend all of his time with me and okay I understand that he likes me because frankly who doesn't (aside from my Exes of course) but doesn't he have important money making things to do? He even went as far as to ask me how much money I spent on his card the other day, I mean excuse me.
.Maria
I dig thoughtlessly around in my bag before pulling out my keys ready to unlock the door only to find it unlocked already, hmm must mean someones home. I love our place, I really do it's so welcoming and it just screams us.
I notice that it's Tess and she's on the phone, "Chad?" I ask with a smirk,
we all do our best to keep up with each others latest conquests. Right now I'm working on Mark he's an actor slash writer who's loaded or well loaded enough to be with me for a week. In my room I have this huge folder in my computer filled with info on all the guys I've used, it's the things I've learned about them, things I liked and didn't like about them, pictures, statistics etc. It's really quite organized because I take all of this seriously.
"Chance." She corrects and me but doesn't look to sure.
"Oh," I say and twirl a strand of my hair, "Mark is seriously annoying." I complain because I feel bad that Mark wants to spend all of his time with me and okay I understand that he likes me because frankly who doesn't (aside from my Exes of course) but doesn't he have important money making things to do? He even went as far as to ask me how much money I spent on his card the other day, I mean excuse me.
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Ok. here goes. I hope you all like it. 
<<<Max>>>
"If you look carefully to the left, you can spot some chicks checking you out and pointing at you, or us."
I look to the left as Alex suggested not knowing that I had just entered the bar in time enough to hear his knight in shining armor, shallow gym going nurse flirter comment. Hmm not bad. Well, he may have gotten me on the flirting part.
“And if you look to the right.” I say coming up to sit on Kyle’s right. “You will see a man who has just successfully completed one of the most complicated surgeries that has ever been performed at The University of Roswell Medical Hospital in the history of our fair city…town, whatever the hell this is.” I smile as I straddle the bar stool backwards and fold my arms across the back of it.
“And I’m happy to report that Mrs. Wilson will most likely make a full recovery from her vagotomy, antrectomy and her pyloroplasty. Wow! That’s a lot of otomy.” I chuckle at my own wit.
I look over at Paulino. “Hey Paulie-o how ‘bout a Tequila Sunnnnnriiissse.” I say dragging out the word Sunrise. “Light on the orange juice, heavy on the tequila, and don’t skimp on the grenadine.” I say slapping my hand against the bar.
All three of my friends give me a strange look.
“Max are you drunk?” Alex asks.
“No.” I say nodding my head yes at the same time. “You guys just don’t understand how worried I was about this surgery. Mrs. Wilson is Sixty-eight…Seventy-five” I stop and think about it for a second “Seventy-two. She’s Seven…two!” I write the numbers in the air. “Do you realize how dangerous it is for a person that old to go under the knife? It’s like a…um…like a…50% death rate. Or was it 45? Anyway, like I was saying. Mrs. Wilson is Eight-four! Eighty-four! That’s like my age but…four times. I’m telling you a woman that old should not go under the knife. There’s like a 52% death rate.” I frown at the familiarly of my words.
When Paul places my drink in front of me I smile down at it. “So, let’s make a toast. To Mrs. Wilson. A seventy year old woman that survived a surgery that has a 62% death rate.”
I raise my drink in the air not waiting for anyone to join me then drink.
I
<<<Max>>>
"If you look carefully to the left, you can spot some chicks checking you out and pointing at you, or us."
I look to the left as Alex suggested not knowing that I had just entered the bar in time enough to hear his knight in shining armor, shallow gym going nurse flirter comment. Hmm not bad. Well, he may have gotten me on the flirting part.
“And if you look to the right.” I say coming up to sit on Kyle’s right. “You will see a man who has just successfully completed one of the most complicated surgeries that has ever been performed at The University of Roswell Medical Hospital in the history of our fair city…town, whatever the hell this is.” I smile as I straddle the bar stool backwards and fold my arms across the back of it.
“And I’m happy to report that Mrs. Wilson will most likely make a full recovery from her vagotomy, antrectomy and her pyloroplasty. Wow! That’s a lot of otomy.” I chuckle at my own wit.
I look over at Paulino. “Hey Paulie-o how ‘bout a Tequila Sunnnnnriiissse.” I say dragging out the word Sunrise. “Light on the orange juice, heavy on the tequila, and don’t skimp on the grenadine.” I say slapping my hand against the bar.
All three of my friends give me a strange look.
“Max are you drunk?” Alex asks.
“No.” I say nodding my head yes at the same time. “You guys just don’t understand how worried I was about this surgery. Mrs. Wilson is Sixty-eight…Seventy-five” I stop and think about it for a second “Seventy-two. She’s Seven…two!” I write the numbers in the air. “Do you realize how dangerous it is for a person that old to go under the knife? It’s like a…um…like a…50% death rate. Or was it 45? Anyway, like I was saying. Mrs. Wilson is Eight-four! Eighty-four! That’s like my age but…four times. I’m telling you a woman that old should not go under the knife. There’s like a 52% death rate.” I frown at the familiarly of my words.
When Paul places my drink in front of me I smile down at it. “So, let’s make a toast. To Mrs. Wilson. A seventy year old woman that survived a surgery that has a 62% death rate.”
I raise my drink in the air not waiting for anyone to join me then drink.
I
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* Tess*
"Oh... Mark is seriously annoying."
I examine Maria's expression intently. I have heard a few details about this Mark guy and he sounds like a real bore. She needs to be with someone exciting and fun like her. I pick up and display the half finished portriat. I gesture towards it, expecting an opinion. She nods and gives me the "That's sooo good!" face. It's funny how we can read what each other are thinking without ever having to voice it.
"How much does this fool pull in a year?" I inquire.
"Oh... Mark is seriously annoying."
I examine Maria's expression intently. I have heard a few details about this Mark guy and he sounds like a real bore. She needs to be with someone exciting and fun like her. I pick up and display the half finished portriat. I gesture towards it, expecting an opinion. She nods and gives me the "That's sooo good!" face. It's funny how we can read what each other are thinking without ever having to voice it.
"How much does this fool pull in a year?" I inquire.
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HAHAHAHAHA CDQ that post was awwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome
Maria
Tess shows me her half finished portrait which is beautiful. I go over to teh bar and start making myself a drink, after the day I had I think I need it. Mark has called what 20 times? Do I need to take out a restraining order? I mean that's the hazard of being this seductive, about five of my ex boy toys are so obsessed with me that they were like stalking me and so I had to take out restraining orders which still don't work. I swear the people know me by now. But anyway that's not the point you'd think Marky Mark would have important things to do, like make me money but nooo you he acts like he has all day to ring up my cell.
"Ugh I don't know he's one of those losers who get paid for whatever script or job he does. You know the type, 10 mil here 20 there." I say casually as I gulp down my glass of whiskey and coke before pouring another one. "But whatever he's worth it isn't worth the frustration." I pull a face because I know I won't give up until I've drained him for all he's worth because I don't give up.
Just as I'm about to pour another drink which is mostly whiskey and a splash of coke Isabel enters the penthouse, "Hey beautifuls." She says and I smile.
"IZ!" I exclaim a little out of character for me. "How was your day?"
Maria
Tess shows me her half finished portrait which is beautiful. I go over to teh bar and start making myself a drink, after the day I had I think I need it. Mark has called what 20 times? Do I need to take out a restraining order? I mean that's the hazard of being this seductive, about five of my ex boy toys are so obsessed with me that they were like stalking me and so I had to take out restraining orders which still don't work. I swear the people know me by now. But anyway that's not the point you'd think Marky Mark would have important things to do, like make me money but nooo you he acts like he has all day to ring up my cell.
"Ugh I don't know he's one of those losers who get paid for whatever script or job he does. You know the type, 10 mil here 20 there." I say casually as I gulp down my glass of whiskey and coke before pouring another one. "But whatever he's worth it isn't worth the frustration." I pull a face because I know I won't give up until I've drained him for all he's worth because I don't give up.
Just as I'm about to pour another drink which is mostly whiskey and a splash of coke Isabel enters the penthouse, "Hey beautifuls." She says and I smile.
"IZ!" I exclaim a little out of character for me. "How was your day?"
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*Tess*
"Ugh I don't know he's one of those losers who get paid for whatever script or job he does. You know the type, 10 mil here 20 there.But whatever he's worth it isn't worth the frustration."
I nod in agreement. No guy is worth the pain that Maria has been through.
I stroll over to the bar next to her, and pour myself a glass. Normally I am not much of a drinker, but tonight I'll make an exception.
"One thing I gotta say though from the picture you showed me the other day the guy is HOTT! Just use your "God Given Talents" to get what you want and get out." I advise. "Have a little fun with him. Seduction is one of the finest thrills life has to offer. Besides, we both know your great at it!"
She smiles knowingly as the front door opens again. It's Isabel!
"Hey beautifuls."
"Ugh I don't know he's one of those losers who get paid for whatever script or job he does. You know the type, 10 mil here 20 there.But whatever he's worth it isn't worth the frustration."
I nod in agreement. No guy is worth the pain that Maria has been through.
I stroll over to the bar next to her, and pour myself a glass. Normally I am not much of a drinker, but tonight I'll make an exception.
"One thing I gotta say though from the picture you showed me the other day the guy is HOTT! Just use your "God Given Talents" to get what you want and get out." I advise. "Have a little fun with him. Seduction is one of the finest thrills life has to offer. Besides, we both know your great at it!"
She smiles knowingly as the front door opens again. It's Isabel!
"Hey beautifuls."
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ALEX
“Max are you drunk?” I can't help but ask over Max's …unusual behavior. Normally he's all calm and collected, similar like Michael just without the "I don't give a shit" attitude.
“No. You guys just don’t understand how worried I was about this surgery. Mrs. Wilson is Sixty-eight…Seventy-five Seventy-two. She’s Seven…two! Do you realize how dangerous it is for a person that old to go under the knife? It’s like a…um…like a…50% death rate. Or was it 45? Anyway, like I was saying. Mrs. Wilson is Eight-four! Eighty-four! That’s like my age but…four times. I’m telling you a woman that old should not go under the knife. There’s like a 52% death rate.”
The rest of us exchanges uneasy glances. Kyle mouthes "drunk" to me.
"Did you learn that by heart from one of your text books Max?" Michael asks frowning at Max. "And what's up with the air writing?"
"Drunk" Kyle coughs with a grin.
"Yeah, maybe you need a coffee too?" I say, already wondering if he was driving or not just as he raises his drink and drowns it in two seconds.
“Max are you drunk?” I can't help but ask over Max's …unusual behavior. Normally he's all calm and collected, similar like Michael just without the "I don't give a shit" attitude.
“No. You guys just don’t understand how worried I was about this surgery. Mrs. Wilson is Sixty-eight…Seventy-five Seventy-two. She’s Seven…two! Do you realize how dangerous it is for a person that old to go under the knife? It’s like a…um…like a…50% death rate. Or was it 45? Anyway, like I was saying. Mrs. Wilson is Eight-four! Eighty-four! That’s like my age but…four times. I’m telling you a woman that old should not go under the knife. There’s like a 52% death rate.”
The rest of us exchanges uneasy glances. Kyle mouthes "drunk" to me.
"Did you learn that by heart from one of your text books Max?" Michael asks frowning at Max. "And what's up with the air writing?"
"Drunk" Kyle coughs with a grin.
"Yeah, maybe you need a coffee too?" I say, already wondering if he was driving or not just as he raises his drink and drowns it in two seconds.
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Lol! I’m glad you liked it Bre.
<<<Max>>>
After I down my drink I see Kyle mouth the word ‘drunk’.
“No.” I say shaking my head. “I’m not drunk. I was just happy after Mrs. Wilson’s surgery. So me and a few of the other doctors cracked open a little merlot to celebrate my happiness. Come on Paulie, keep em coming.”
Michael raises a brow at me. “A little merlot?”
I stop and think about it for a moment, then laugh. “Okay, it was a lot of merlot. A LOT of merlot. But that doesn’t constitute a drunk Max. I’m fine…fine. Besides, I don’t go back on call until 2:00am. That’s like…hours from now.”
“You got drunk, and you have to go back on call?” Alex asks in disbelief.
“I told you, I’m noy…noy? NOT! I’m not drunk.” I unstraddle my bar stool. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to go find the bathroom. All this alcohol that I’m not drinking is really getting to me.” I start to walk off to go to the bathroom, but before I do I grab the new drink Paul just set out for me. Down it, and head on my way.
<<<Max>>>
After I down my drink I see Kyle mouth the word ‘drunk’.
“No.” I say shaking my head. “I’m not drunk. I was just happy after Mrs. Wilson’s surgery. So me and a few of the other doctors cracked open a little merlot to celebrate my happiness. Come on Paulie, keep em coming.”
Michael raises a brow at me. “A little merlot?”
I stop and think about it for a moment, then laugh. “Okay, it was a lot of merlot. A LOT of merlot. But that doesn’t constitute a drunk Max. I’m fine…fine. Besides, I don’t go back on call until 2:00am. That’s like…hours from now.”
“You got drunk, and you have to go back on call?” Alex asks in disbelief.
“I told you, I’m noy…noy? NOT! I’m not drunk.” I unstraddle my bar stool. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to go find the bathroom. All this alcohol that I’m not drinking is really getting to me.” I start to walk off to go to the bathroom, but before I do I grab the new drink Paul just set out for me. Down it, and head on my way.
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ALEX
We all watch Max make his way to the bathroom. He's a bit unsteady on his feet but someone who doesn't know him would think that one of his legs is injured and that's all.
"I know this will now sound very uncool and unmanly...," I start after a moment, "but should someone -someone who's not me - go with him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or starts spraying the whole bathroom because he isn't able to aim anymore?"
Michael and Kyle look at me as if I have completly lost it and I raise my hands in surrender.
"Just a thought, forget what I said." I turn to Paulie then who's standing near our table. "Hey Paulie, could ya bring me another Collins?" Then I turn back to the guys again, "But you have to agree that he can't go back to work in his current state."
We all watch Max make his way to the bathroom. He's a bit unsteady on his feet but someone who doesn't know him would think that one of his legs is injured and that's all.
"I know this will now sound very uncool and unmanly...," I start after a moment, "but should someone -someone who's not me - go with him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or starts spraying the whole bathroom because he isn't able to aim anymore?"
Michael and Kyle look at me as if I have completly lost it and I raise my hands in surrender.
"Just a thought, forget what I said." I turn to Paulie then who's standing near our table. "Hey Paulie, could ya bring me another Collins?" Then I turn back to the guys again, "But you have to agree that he can't go back to work in his current state."
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LIZ
I’m late. I’m always late. Dammit why am I such a procrastinator? Okay, calm down Liz, just calm… Down. I can’t!
“Taxi!” I scream at the next yellow cab I see, waving my arms about like a mad woman I literally almost jump onto the hood of the vehicle. “9th and Q please.” I gasp towards the driver and dig into my purse for some lip gloss.
Okay so calm down, dear god I could use a drink, talk about a stressful afternoon! First of all today’s meeting with the board members of BooksUSA went horribly wrong when the president of the company our department stores buy books from announced he would be selling his business to the highest bidder. So after I had about five heart attacks and an aneurysm I kindly rose my hand and asked what the starting price was.
And do you know what he said??? 2 Million Dollars! I was like okay I’m rich but I’m not THAT rich. Not even in my most wildest dreams could I come up with that amount of money within 6 hours before the bidding started. So now I was rushing to a last minute appointment with a new book company and I was currently running 14 minutes late. Shit!
“Could we possibly go any faster?” I asked the driver who pressed the gas harder and sped the car forwards. This would have been a good thing if I had been strapped down with a seatbelt. As it was, I flew forwards into the glass that separated me from choking the man behind the wheel and banged my forehead. “Mother fu-“
“We’re here. That’ll be $30.34 sweet cheeks.” He smirked.
I handed him 25 and said to shut his mouth or I’d report his unsafe driving techniques. Rubbing my throbbing forehead I quickly made my way up the steps to the next big thing. Reading-Rainbow didn’t look as nice as BooksUSA but I was desperate and ready to sign the first contract thrown my way.
45 excruciating minutes later I was in yet another cab heading towards my apartment because I had no idea where everyone was. Tired and –I won’t lie- in a bad mood I dialed Maria’s cell phone and waited to hear her perky voice.
I need girl time and I needed some now!
I’m late. I’m always late. Dammit why am I such a procrastinator? Okay, calm down Liz, just calm… Down. I can’t!
“Taxi!” I scream at the next yellow cab I see, waving my arms about like a mad woman I literally almost jump onto the hood of the vehicle. “9th and Q please.” I gasp towards the driver and dig into my purse for some lip gloss.
Okay so calm down, dear god I could use a drink, talk about a stressful afternoon! First of all today’s meeting with the board members of BooksUSA went horribly wrong when the president of the company our department stores buy books from announced he would be selling his business to the highest bidder. So after I had about five heart attacks and an aneurysm I kindly rose my hand and asked what the starting price was.
And do you know what he said??? 2 Million Dollars! I was like okay I’m rich but I’m not THAT rich. Not even in my most wildest dreams could I come up with that amount of money within 6 hours before the bidding started. So now I was rushing to a last minute appointment with a new book company and I was currently running 14 minutes late. Shit!
“Could we possibly go any faster?” I asked the driver who pressed the gas harder and sped the car forwards. This would have been a good thing if I had been strapped down with a seatbelt. As it was, I flew forwards into the glass that separated me from choking the man behind the wheel and banged my forehead. “Mother fu-“
“We’re here. That’ll be $30.34 sweet cheeks.” He smirked.
I handed him 25 and said to shut his mouth or I’d report his unsafe driving techniques. Rubbing my throbbing forehead I quickly made my way up the steps to the next big thing. Reading-Rainbow didn’t look as nice as BooksUSA but I was desperate and ready to sign the first contract thrown my way.
45 excruciating minutes later I was in yet another cab heading towards my apartment because I had no idea where everyone was. Tired and –I won’t lie- in a bad mood I dialed Maria’s cell phone and waited to hear her perky voice.
I need girl time and I needed some now!
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