Parties, Castings, and Other Things (Teen/Adult)

He smiles and checks his phone then rests it back at his side.

"Hey, Scarlett!" One of her friends calls over, Scarlett whips her head around to see who it was. "Oh, I'm wanted." She smiles, getting up and looking to him. "It was nice meeting you." She gives her signature smile.

He nods and smiles in return. "See you later." He says. He was determined to see her again, one way or another.

"Bye." Scarlett smiles, walking to her friends, hugging them all, exchanging laughs and smiles.

He smiles and turns back to his friends.

Scarlett glances around. "Did Ryan make it?" She asks, her friends shrug, though kept their smiles. A bright smile on her lips when she feels familiar arms snake around her waist. "Happy birthday, babe." He whispers in her ear.

He sighs as he sees her boyfriend, running a hand through his hair in slight frustration. it was really to good to be true. "Don't worry, guy, you'll get to her soon enough." Rian says reassuringly, patting Alex's shoulder.

Scarlett smiles brightly, turning in his arms, resting her hands on his chest. "You made it." She grins, Ryan nodding. "I couldn't leave you alone on your birthday." He smiles, Scarlett kissing him softly, her friends 'aw'ing. "I'm gonna get a beer." He says, Scarlett nodding. "Okay." She smiles, Ryan giving her a kiss before walking to the bar. His large muscular torso and arms seen easily through his shirt.

Alex bites his lip as the guy stands next to him. Alex was pretty muscular too, he just had a really skinny build so it didn't really show unless he was in a fight.

"Hey, can I get a beer." Ryan says to the bartender. He was actually Canadian. "Certainly Mr. Renyolds." The bartender says, Ryan smiling a little. Scarlett was standing on her own, her friends having gone off to dance.

He sighs and bites his lip, checking his phone.

Ryan stays at the bar as the bartender gets his beer. Scarlett allows a sigh to escape her full lips, sitting on one of the rectangular leather couches, crossing one leg over the other.

Alex soon gets up to use the bathroom, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks.

Scarlett looks up as a guy walks over to her. "Hey, wanna dance?" He asks, holding out his hand, his accent Australian. Scarlett never would have dreamed of Chris Hemsworth asking her to dance. "Please." She smiles, bored of sitting around. She walks with him to the dance floor.

His manager soon calls and the band is forced to go home to rest up before leaving for tour tomorrow.

Scarlett, at that time, was pacing up and down outside, the paparrazzi having gone. She wrapped her right arm around herself, her left hand holding the phone to her ear. "No.. No.." She says, rubbing her forehead. "No, I said I couldn't make it.. I don't know.. maybe the signal went down.." She reasons, closing her eyes tightly. "Please, mom.. mom, its my birthday too." She sighs. "Tell him I'll make it up to him... I don't know.." She says.

He packs everything up and calls and talks to hos mom for a while, telling her of everything that had happened today.

Scarlett sighs, her mom handing the phone to her brother. "Hunter, I'm sorry, look-... Yeah, sure. Anything you want for our birthday-... a strip club?" Scarlett sighs, closing her eyes. "Fine." She half growls, her twin giving a triumphant laugh down the phone. "Okay, I'll see you when I get back. Okay, bye." She says before hanging up, sighing and rubbing her forehead. She peers inside the building, Ryan drunk out of his mind. Scarlett sighs, his drunken antics weren't going to ruin what was left of her birthday. She looked to the time, 11:15pm. She bites her bottom lip, in exactly 45 minutes, she would be officially 23.

Before Alex goes to bed, he sits down with hos guitar, beginning to play Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, simply because that was how he felt at the moment.

Scarlett calls a cab, going back to her apartment, stepping out of her heels, shimmying out of her dress and hopping into the shower.

He then puts his guitar up, showering before going to bed.

Scarlett slips into bed in nothing but a tank top and panties, as she usually got too warm when eating. She knew Ryan would sleep on the couch. Or the floor.

He lays in his boxers, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Scarlett.

Scarlett tosses and turns, sighing in frustration. She sits up, rubbing her bluey green eyes. Ryan soon stumbles in, smiling broadly when he see's her. "Come here, sexy." He grins. "No." She says, quirking an eyebrow, Ryan frowns like a child. Scarlett gets up, walking him to the coach. "You're so pretty." He tells her, almost emotionally. "You're so drunk." Scarlett says, laying him down, putting a blanket over him, stroking his hair, sitting near him. "Get some sleep." She soothes, watching the ground.

He sighs, soon curling up and going to sleep.