by GoozX and Tobias Christopher
Dirk Bell? thought Sam Dawson as he walked away. New "bad ass in town," my ass. He wants a room with a view, eh? Let's see how he enjoys the eighth floor. Maybe he can meet some new friends. I'll let Kit or Velo handle this guy later. I mean, who wears a black trench coat and fedora? Freak.
Sam entered the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. As he did, he failed to notice two other people who had now entered the party, Michelle Campbell and Clark Thomas, his once girlfriend and ex-best friend. Michelle looked around but didn't notice Sam.
"I'll be right back," she told Clark, who just nodded his head.
Michelle looked around but couldn't find Sam. She accidentally bumped into Mick Harrison, who was holding his head in pain.
"Sorry!"
"It's fine. Probably my fault, anyhow," Mick said, not sure if the roots or M'xy on the roots was the reason for his sudden headaches. "Hey, you're the chick Sam was hiding from the other day!"
"What?" she asks, her voice soft and hurt.
"The other day, on the road-- Crap, I should not have said that. I mean, I should be over there, yeah."
"Wait, where is Sam?"
"Upstairs, I think."
"What floor?"
"The seventh or eighth or something."
"Okay, thanks."
"No problem."
Michelle opened the door to the stairwell and entered. As the door closed, the elevator doors beeped and opened. Sam stepped out.
Right away, he swung around a beautiful young lady. "Jamie, welcome to my humble home."
"Hey, baby, now the party can really start."
Meanwhile, Li'l Jo was lying in the corner, cleaning himself, while the party was getting into full swing. He didn't see the big deal about human parties, but then he noticed one of the guests brought a beautiful Persian cat along.
L'il Jo finished his grooming and sauntered over to the lovely female, his tail in the air. It was time for him to get his own party started.