[ Poll ] WEDDiNG GARTERS && HUGO BOSS TUXEDOS ;; 3B1G

WOAH HE'S HOT

BEN LUTHOR.		11.8%	[ 4 ]
NATHAN CRAYFORD.		35.3%	[ 12 ]
CHARLIE DAWSON.		8.8%	[ 3 ]
DEXTER OMEN.		17.6%	[ 6 ]
NICK WALSH		11.8%	[ 4 ]
SAMUEL SELLICK.		14.7%	[ 5 ]

Total Votes: 34

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

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you have stolen my heart.
the groom

The Duke was feeling rather chipper with himself. Chatting with Nate over some half-decent scotch had proven therapeutic and relaxing. It was nice to hear from someone who knew what he was feeling - almost exactly, for that matter. Except Nate and Blair had never been engaged, and Blair wasn't pregnant. Though the main factor in their shattered relationship had been Ben Luthor - and maybe a little bit of Bella. When Nick had mentioned her once or twice, he wished he hadn't. Nate got very quiet and took a rather hefty drink before Nick had to ask him if he was okay and they'd start talking about how ******** up Dalton Heights was. Nick could understand why Nate was so angry. Ben Luthor had been his best friend and utterly ruined his and Bella's relationship - however imperfect. They would've gotten married, they might've even had kids. He could see Nate had wanted all that, and with Bella.

But Bella had to just be herself and try to ******** the next guy. Nick could never see the attraction in someone like that.

Then again, he wasn't from Dalton. Though he was thankful for that.

After parting ways around five o'clock, Nick had gone up to his hotel room - he and Blair did not share. The groom could not see the bride, after all. After taking a quick shower, the Duke had dressed casual for the party he was rather looking forward to. Despite the fact he was celebrating his last days of being single, that wasn't the point. Nick could just drink and have fun. He would forget about Blair, forget about that baby inside of her. Forget about Ben, even if the b*****d did show up.

For once, the Duke just wouldn't worry.

He wouldn't care.

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR

xxxxwell, is there something that you like about her?
xxxxxxxyes. I like the way that her b o d y bends in half.
xxxxand is there something that you love about her?
xxxxxxxno. there ain't a woman in this world I w o n ' t let go.

Okay, so even if he slept with the best man's fiance and impregnated the bride, did he still get to go to the bachelor party?

In Ben Luthor's world, yes.

He had stopped the bleeding, and instead of making the wise decision of seeking professional medical attention, he figured he'd get around with it later. Alcohol numbed the pain in his side and face, so he had just cleaned off the stains, applied ice to the swelling around his eyes just enough so he could see properly, and had put on a clean pair of jeans and a white button-up shirt. He had never technically been invited to the bachelor party, had he? It was just kind of assumed he would show up. And you can't recind an invitation you never sent, right? Besides - Ben Luthor, turn down a chance to see strippers and get wasted? It was unheard of. He didn't know where Blair had disappeared to...by the time he came to, she had disappeared. Which was fine by him. No commitment had been their agreement, hadn't it? Besides, it seemed that if there was still a bachelor party, then there must still be a wedding. That was the natural assumption, right? Guess all that about being with him, loving him had just been more of Blair's bullshit. He'd come to expect it.

Ben wandered back out into the rest of his hotel room from the bathroom, still buttoning the top few buttons on his collared shirt when the phone sitting on top of the bureau started buzzing furiously with the news of a new text message. He picked up the phone, reading Bella's message. s**t, Bella. He should've called her or something.


I'll let you know when I know for sure.
you never know with her, you know?
and you know that I'm always interested.
but I'm planning on crashing the bachelor party...
threesome with a drunk stripper later?
kidding...kind of.
not really.
um, anyway, what's the deal with you and nate?
I need to know so I can figure out just how much inappropriate s**t
I can say to the dude without actually being killed.
--ben


He put his phone into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and his hotel room key. He knew that going would be a disaster. Deadly. Fatal. Like seriously, no one was going to raise questions if Ben's body turned up in the dumpster behind some shady strip joint. But he didn't really care. That's what made going seem so exciting. The fact that knowing that he was completely and totally unwanted, whereas if nothing had happened, he would just have to suspect with a strong assurance that he was correct in thinking that he was completely and totally unwanted. It made sense in his head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket again, this time choosing Blair's name.


bachelorette party, eh blair?
well then.
I guess that means you'll only be a bachelorette for a few more days then.
or is this party just celebrating finally getting rid of the English Douche?
sorry, I meant duke.
well, actually, on second thought, I didn't. but I'll pretend otherwise.
keep up appearances, all that good s**t.
guess our 'somewhere far away' only exists in dreamland.
--ben


Ben knew he was probably being an a**. But he was so ******** confused - one minute she said she wanted to be with him, but it seemed that her impending wedding was still happening. And even if he did get the s**t beat out of him for the second time that day, maybe going to that bachelor party would finally clear up some answers for him. Let him know what was really going on between Blair and her Duke and Bella and Nate. Because at the moment, he really had no ******** clue.

[Miss Rocker]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxღlourdesgarcia

Okay, so sitting at the bar really ended up working in Lourdes's favor.

She missed the majority of the cheating that Ben did, and she managed to ignore his texts by leaving her cell phone in her room. She wasn't a stranger to Ben's unfaithful actions -- he'd done it before -- but there was a certain nagging at the back of her head whenever she thought about how he was ******** two girls that he could very well be in love with instead of her, who he was only together with for the sake of publicity. Ben made one vital mistake, however, when hiding his actions. He didn't see the red-headed beauty across from him at the bar with Nick, Nate, and for a partial amount of time himself. She heard the bulk of it in her eaves-dropping, and examining the new handful of single guys... why should she bother staying together with a guy who was only going to do the same thing to her?

Lou stayed up the whole night, tossing and turning. She talked very, very briefly to Ben about his wounds and blood from the previous night, and luckily his new love left before she got back to their room, even if the redhead could smell the brunette skank on Lou's pillow. She kept the covers over her ears, hearing the clicks of his cell phone and waiting for him to finish his activities, making last minute, final decisions. She heard him grab his room key and she heard him make his way out the door.

Lou sat up, wearing a slip over her thong and grabbing a silk robe, bringing it over herself. She checked her hair briefly, seeing that it was a little wild, but not completely unforgivable. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment before looking towards the door and moving her way out. She saw her boyfriend, Ben, all the way down the hall. She rubbed her head for a minute, not enjoying the fact that she was bound to get a headache from all of this.

"BEN!" She called, breaking out into a slow run. Her hair bounced in curls around her and her bare feet padded against the floor, her robe flying behind her. She reached him with ease, her tall, petite frame enabling her to move down the hall with maximum agility. "Ben, I need to talk to you," she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face her. She had a pout on her face and she placed a few strands of hair behind her ears, getting more irritated by just looking at his scars. "How did you get hurt, Ben? There's a ******** elevator, I know you didn't fall down the stairs or get hit by a car or some bullshit like that," she tapped her foot. "I know how you got them, Ben, but I would really love it if you were honest with me and can just tell me instead of me having to remind you," she looked down and crossed her arms, puckering her lips and looking up through her eyelashes.

She felt a few tears form in her eyes. She'd been dating Ben for a few months -- more then a few -- she'd been dating him for a while, and it hurt for her to see him with other girls he wanted more. These weren't just one night stands. She let one tear roll down her cheek. "I know about Bella, but who else, Ben? Who else did you ******** yesterday while I stayed out of your way, because I didn't want to catch you? How many?" her lips trembled and she raised a hand to slap him, and lowered it accordingly. She bit her lip. SHe had to do this.

[[sorry for the slight god-mod PLL. I wasn't sure if he left the room yet so I just went ahead and gave this crap post]]

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

♥ the b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack,
xxxxxxxthe b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
xxxxxxxxxxxand engaged, oh my! ♥

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Though Bella had not heard back from Blair, the girl had chosen to dress anyways. It would have to be exotic and devastating. Even if this was Blair's party, Bella loved to outshine others. It was one of her hobbies. But it would also have to be easy to take off. There was no use wearing some difficult to take off when she wasn't even sure how long she'd have it on. Whether it be some random guy, Ben, or even Nate - Bella was pretty positive she'd be having sex tonight.

Amongst the throng of dresses she'd brought along, few stood out. Some were exotic, but not devastating. Or vice versa. As she tossed the priceless articles of clothes out and about the hotel room, she was finally satisfied with a electric pink Marc Bouwer Glamit! number. It was no doubt Bella's style. Bright, exotic, and imported. Though the front may have no been as low-cut as she may have liked, her physique wouldn't make that much of a challenge. And it was plenty easy to get out of. Ben buzzed back only a short moment later, while she was beginning to zip up the dress.


that's comforting.
i don't like to share, you know
nate and i?
i don't even know
nor do i care
we can talk about your little late night scheme

help me zipper up the dress?
easy to get out of

xoxo


Bella closed the phone and set it on the dresser in front of the mirror where she examined her reflection. She hardly even needed make-up. Bella just dazzled naturally. She was God's gift to the world - or so she thought.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

guys i have a party to go to.
i'll post as soon as i get back.

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR

xxxxwell, is there something that you like about her?
xxxxxxxyes. I like the way that her b o d y bends in half.
xxxxand is there something that you love about her?
xxxxxxxno. there ain't a woman in this world I w o n ' t let go.

Normally, Ben would welcome the sight of Lou running towards him in slow motion wearing little more then a silk robe that managed to hug every curve beautifully with open arms. But right now, seeing the redhead with a notorious anger problem come down the hall towards him made a shot of fear go up and down his spine. He had already gotten beat-up by Nate. All he needed now was to have Lou beat on him. His phone started buzzing in his pocket, so while waiting for the arrival of a certain pissed-off girlfriend of his, he pulled out his phone to glance over Bella's message.


ohhh, so, so tempting.
but it seems that my mistakes and coincidentally, my girlfriend, have caught up with me.
if I survive a lourdes garcia screaming match,
I'd be more then happy to help you
wish me luck?
--ben


Bella had to know about him and Lourdes, but just as he didn't give a s**t about Nate when he came to her room, she probably didn't give a s**t that he had a theoretical girlfriend. Neither did Blair, it seemed. Ben glanced at the elevator he was waiting for, knowing there was no way he could get on it now and completely ignore her. Then again, she had ignored his texts. He barely knew where she had been. He could feel Lou's hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at her pretty little pout. But the softness of her lips was countered by the harsh expression in her eyes as she scrutinized him, or more likely, his battle wounds. How did he get hurt? Well...that was a long story that probably began with the first time he ever slept with Blair behind Nate's back. But he would tell her the short story. He wasn't going to lie anymore, besides, she seemed to already know. "Nate," he responded curtly, knowing that wasn't going to be good enough for the redhead. "I didn't sleep with her," he assured her. Yeah, like that would be comforting. "I may have been thinking about it, but I didn't sleep with her," he repeated, as if that would make his actions okay, redeem himself somehow.

Her next question made him think. Hmm...who else did he ********? Well, technically no one. How many people did he ******** over? Four or five, at the very least. "No one, Lou," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, staring into her dark eyes. "I didn't ******** anyone. I kissed Blair and Bella, and yes, technically Blair and I slept together, but we were actually asleep, not...you know..." he confessed. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, his eyes flicking to her hand where she was raising in preparation to slap him. Well...he probably would deserve that. But instead, she lowered her arm. "Come here," he murmured, pulling her against his chest, smoothing down her red hair. "I never meant to hurt you, baby," he said, his mouth dangerously close to her ear.


ooc: sorry this is bad, I just wanted to post. the next will be better, I promise.

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

♥ the b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack,
xxxxxxxthe b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
xxxxxxxxxxxand engaged, oh my! ♥

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Flouncing around in her dress, getting a bit impatient from Blair's lack of responding about her little party, Bella anxiously examined her chipped coral pink nails. They were definitely in need of some repairing. It brought Bella back to high school again - when Bella and Blair would skip class and go get mani-pedis, gossiping over the latest arrival or what they might buy on their next Barneys binge. Life had been so good then. It had been so effortless. Bella had not had a care in the world - she was loved, hated, and envied at the same time. She was at the top of the world, she was the Queen. Blair? Her most loyal advisor. The girl in her mind, was always one step short of royalty.

But looking at Blair now, the girl was that scandalous cousin. She was a Princess. But Bella? Bella would forever be Queen. She had affairs with whomever she wanted - and oh, there were consequences. She had the most wanted job in the fashion business - a spot at Vogue, and her modeling career had never failed. Bella was still loved, hated, and envied.

The only thing she lacked was a best friend and a boyfriend. But those weren't really too hard to find, right?

Wrong. Bella could probably never have a best friend - even if Blair and her rekindled; and Bella couldn't hold onto a boy for very long. Even with a diamond ring on her finger.

Bella's phone buzzed again. She let out a chuckle as she typed away:


lourdes?
psh. u can do better, ben.
you have me wrapped around your little finger.
hurry it up.
i need time to get ready again [

xoxo


So the question arose.

Would Bella be truly alone forever?

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Blair rubbed her eyes, moving her hand from her eyes she let out a yawn before turning over to see if Ben Luthor was still by her side. Disappointed by the sight of the empty bed, Blair groaned at the sound of her stomach letting out a loud rumble. She'd puked up so many times that she'd forgotten to eat anything. Swinging legs of the bed, Blair pulled herself up from the huge bed slipping her size seven and a half feet into her heels. She couldn't help but smiled at herself due to the last event that had happened. She placed her hand on her stomach, taking a deep breath. She had to get something to eat, not only was she starving but her baby was probably feeling just as bad.

Running the key card through the lock, Blair pushed the room door open, stepping into the messy room. She couldn't care much about the room right now, not when she had so much on her mind. Walking over to the mini fridge in the room, she opened the door scanning through the fridge for something suitable to eat. Pulling out a cup of peach yogurt, she shrugged. It was good enough for now. Pulling off the cover she scooped a large amount of yogurt into the spoon stuffing it into her mouth. The feeling of food finally hitting her stomach made her feel amazing, even better then she was already feeling. She fell back down onto the bed placing her arms underneath her head, the yogurt placed on her stomach. A wide grin spread out on her face, as she eat another spoonful of yogurt. She turned her head when her cellphone went off. Ben? Maybe, hopefully. Picking it up of the bed, she saw the two names on the screen. Number one was Ben, delighted. The second one? Bella. What did she want now. Her eyes quickly read Ben's expression changing from excited to a slight frown.

bachelorette party.
actually no i forgot all about that.
haha.
real funny ben.
actually no i left to get something to eat.
i've puked atleast a dozen times.
and well the baby and i were starving.
but our somewhere far away, we'll make it into reality.
just give me a few minutes, to talk to Nick.

xoxo
- blair

bella.
honestly i couldn't care less if you go or not.
it went great actually.
how about you and nate?
did you forget to tell me about that?

xoxo
- blair

Blair, put away her phone, finishing the yogurt in another two spoons before opening up her closet for something suitable to wear. At last deciding on one out of the billion choices she had, Blair disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Appearing a half hour later she was fully dressed, her hair dried and down in their usual curly way. The slight amount of makeup she always put on. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she smiled satisfied at the reflection. This would probably be one the last time she would get to where a dress like this. In another month her stomach would be huge and she'd be stuck wearing maternity things but she would still like beautiful. Hopefully. Placing her hand softly on her stomach once again, Blair turned her body staring down at her slender body. She wasn't angry what so ever that she'd be a mother in a few months. She was rather looking forward to it. It would be exciting to raise up a kid, a child that would love her all through her life, she'd love to tell bed time stories and then eventually tell them about sex (even though Ben would be much better at that). She wanted to be the best mother possible. She looked down at her stomach once again with a smile on her. "Its okay, mommy's gonna get you something to eat." Wait did she just talk to her stomach. Was she being soft.

Could this baby bring a change to Ms. Andrews? Perhaps.

Exiting the room to hit her first stop, the kitchen, Blair walked happily down the hallway. Was it her or was she really glowing?

[LiPSTiCK horror]

SOFIARACHELLEDUKE
" if you ain't got no money take your broke a** home "

’ How come every time you come around my London bridge wanna go down? ’

06 : 12 AM. CLUB ELECTRIC GOLD. Mayfair; LONDON.

Waking up on the floor of her London office in the back of Club Electric Gold was not Sofia Duke’s idea of a ‘good morning’. There were numerous factors that contributed to this morning being one of the worst that she had been experienced in a while.

1. The floor was cold. Stupidly cold and not to mention hard.
2. She was lying next to her male publicist who had one arm draped over her torso (and he snored.)
3. Sofia was fully clothed and so was her publicist. It was such a shame.
4. She had a killer head ache.
5. It was indeed far too early.

Clambering onto her hands, Sofia managed to push herself shakily up from the floor. She shuddered slightly as she heard her attractive publicist (that was probably why she hired him) snoring quietly from the floor. The b***h had very little memories from the night before other that it had been busy and frantic. She remembered running from room to room of the brightly coloured club to greet bands, DJs and celebrities who were anxious to see the notorious club owner. Last night they’d seen appearances from Daisy Lowe, Agyness Deyn, Pete Doherty and Orlando Bloom – not to mention performances from Basshunter and Katy Perry. The last thing she remembered was stumbling around and drinking test tube shot after test tube shot with her publicist anxiously telling her that she should go and lie down or something before she collapsed. It had just been another night but without the usual morning-after which involved waking up with a hot guy (other than her publicist.) Sofia wasn’t in London to see the scenery or make headlines in the morning Metro newspaper but to witness her old ‘best-friend-forever’s wedding to a guy who she’d never scene other than in gossip columns or on the internet. It was odd to think that the old school crowd from Dalton were now out living their ultra-amazing lives with kids and spouses while Sofia was more reckless than ever despite being the millionaire head of Duke Corporations. She’d worked so goddamn hard and fought so hard that she’d had so little time to keep her feet on the ground. Sofia had always wanted to be a Mom and now that she couldn’t after her miscarriage she had gone off the rails with even more force. Standing up, Sofia bent down to pick up her gold bangles that were all over the floor. She was still dressed in a pale beige dress and stupidly high heels.

Sofia groaned as she felt the full effects of her hang over as well as a need for fried eggs and poptarts. Aggressively she kicked her sleeping publicists before exiting the Club: Electric Gold office. She just about managed to stumble down a white walled corridor and through the emergency exit at the end of it. Out in the open are she took a deep breath in, sighed and then vomited in a flower pot next to the door. [********] She said as she smelt the vomit in her dark blonde hair. Promptly she heard the horn of a white limousine that she managed to stumble into the back of. Inside she found a blackberry phone on the seat next to her that started vibrating as it notified her of her Twenty Four voice mails that included the classic: “Where the hell are you?”, “Do you know what time it is?” and “Would you like the cushions in the Origami Room in Chicago to be Bubblegum pink... or Candyfloss?” The movement of the car made her feel sick again, so she unrolled the window and realised that she had some goddamn wedding event to get to. Great – she was definitely going to need to take a shower or something. The smell of alcohol and vomit was not exactly the highest aphrodisiac. The driver of the limo rolled down the electric partition that was supposed to give the passenger some privacy and spoke as politely as possible. ”Where will we be heading this morning, Miss Sofia?” Sofia stared coldly at him and turned her attention back to the streets that whizzed past the car window. She still didn’t understand why cars over there drove on the wrong side of the road. ”The Savoy hotel...” She said blandly while sorting through some pieces of vomit that were lodged in her golden hair. ”But Miss, you will be late for Miss Blair’s rehearsal.” Sofia stared for a moment and muttered: [******** you...” The Driver cocked his head and smiled for a moment before saying quietly.
”It seems like Miss Sofia is in a bad mood.”


07 : 52 PM. SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE SAVOY HOTEL AND THE BACHELLORETTE PARTY. Westminster; LONDON.

Washing vomit out of her hair took longer than Sofia expected it too. So much time had been wasted taking a two hour long shower, trying to dodge paparazzi, shouting down the phone at her publicist, eating strawberries dipped in chocolate which was the only thing that she could stomach and picking up accessories from the Gucci London store. Now she stood on the red carpet outside of the Savoy hotel that led to where her limousine was waiting. Sofia was nervous about seeing her ‘friends’ from Dalton heights after so many long years. Her dark blonde hair was loose and she wore a Jasper Conrad Couture dress with yellow gold Gucci earings. In her hand she held a patent Gucci purse which contained her essential blackberry and other things that were not worth mentioning. Stepping into limousine that was waiting for her dutifully, Sofia blinked so she could let her eyes adjust to the darkness within it. She was nervous and sure that she needed to pee again or something. To calm her nerves she cracked open a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge in the back in the limo and took a swig straight out of the bottle. It wasn’t exactly lady like but since when had Sofia been a lady? Calmly she whipped out her phone and decided to text Dexter as he was really the only person in the Dalton group whose number she still had apart from Blair’s.

dexxx;
i hope ur heading 2 tonight’s events.
it’s been a while bby.
hope to see you there,
ive started the champers early.
xx sofia.

By the time this text was finished the limo had reached its destination. This day had been filled with stumbling in and out of limos with large quantities of stupid work business; she needed to get with some guy before she exploded. Once out of the limo it was an easy run to where the bachelor or bachelorette parties were taking place. Dodging the paparazzi was a different matter given how Blair and the Duke’s wedding was practically the wedding of the year. God, she needed a drink. If there was anything that was needed to get Sofia in a more of a party mood it was some alcohol. Getting to the bar was just as easy as getting out of the limo and she leant over the bar top while she ordered a drink. ”I’d like an Apple Martini on the rocks.”
She froze for a moment as Sofia heard two familiar American voices coming directly from her left. Wheeling around she clapped eyes on two people who she hadn’t seen in years. Wait.. Is that you? Lourdes? BEN?” She asked, still holding her martini in one hand. As she saw Ben her heart skipped a crazy beats and the alcohol that she had already drunk made her feel like giggling. Fluttering her eyelashes at Ben, she leaned in the kiss Lourdes on both cheeks before landing two on Ben.
”Long time no see, Benjamin.”

ooc: proofing needed