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Riley rubbed her eyes, which ended up making her look worse off than she already was. She had somehow ended up in the same bar, thinking it looked like some nice cozy cafe or something and finding she was very wrong. It didn't matter, though. They still had food and seats, and really, that was all she cared about.

She had gone to bed extremly late, after staying up in the studios, practicing. The dancer hadn't noticed the time and when she picked up her bags, her cell phone read 3am.

The young girl had just come from another audition with Gisney, at 9am sharp, and now all she wanted was caffiene. She collapsed into a small booth near the front and lifted her head long enough to order an ice tea, a Coke and a Chicken Caeser Salad.

The irony of her looking so deshevled in a bar escaped her.

The bags under her eyes were so big, she felt like she could feel them weighing down on her face.

That was complete nonsense, though, and she knew it.

Riley managed to pull herself up in the booth and nodded bleary eyed to the young man who had approached her table. Who knew if he was even real? She might be seeing things from her exuastion.

"Sure, go for it," she said, pulling her ice tea towards her carefully.

Somehow she manuvered it to her lips and took a few thirsty sips. The cold shock from the ice jolted her a little, enough to at least see where she was now.

Andrew took his seat slowly, eyeing the girl closely for any signs that she was either a) going to pass out, or, b) suddenly come to her senses and shoo him off, or c) going to talk to him.

He was about to ask her if she was okay, if she needed anything that he, being more awake than she, could provide, when another girl strode up to the booth. She was holding a frilly drink of some sort; Andrew could never tell, he was more interested in less-compicated drinks... when it was later in the evening. He didn't dare look at his phone to check the time, but he knew it was too early.

Before the girl across the table from him could stumble over who he actually was, he extended his hand and smiled politely. "Andrew Brandt." She was tall, Latina, and stunningly good-looking, that much he could tell from just seeing her in this dim light. He wondered to himself what she looked like in the dazzling sun... wait a tick. Woah, déjà vu. He'd seen these two girls before, even if the one across the booth from him seemed a little more exhausted now than he could remember. But from where had he seen them?

"And I don't believe I've met either of you," he continued, raising his eyebrows. "But you both seem awfully familiar..."

"I was in a photo shoot for Cosmopolitan," but I don't know if that's where you recognize me from," Ana said with a bit of a smile. Is that where he recognized her from? Was he a reader of Cosmo? The thought of Andrew reading such woman's magazine amused her a bit. "I was on Lorenz Milton's blog and in Person magazine for my dress during the Walk of Fame Dinner." She paused for a bit. She never would have thought she would have gained much attention for her dress.

"This is a celebratory drink for making a connect - with Hannah Winter, chief editor of Chic magazine. She advised me to audition for the company." Ana said this with a rather proud smile. But, not to look too arrogant, she took a sip of her drink to hide her pride.

Ana put down her drink and nodded. "Of course I have a mirror, remember who you are talking to after all," she teased. She took her tiny little handbag and opened it, searching through everything inside. Her cellphone, her wallet, her lipstick, her lip gloss, her eyeshadow, her blush, a condom (just in case), eyeliner, lipliner, her keys, a business card and alas - her mirror! It was amazing how much stuff she could fit inside her tiny purse that's the size of her fists. "May I take a seat?" she asked, handing Riley the mirror.

Riley nodded absentmindedly as she took the mirror. "Of course you can sit down, silly, it's always more fun with you around!" She looked down at the pocked mirror and winced. "Gah, do I really look like that right now?"

Out of her own bag she pulled a brush, foundation and some eye makeup out. "I don't know why I haven't boughten one of these little mirrors yet. They're so handy." She took her hair out of it's bun, brushed it out and then pulled it back into a high ponytail and then quickly touched up her foundation under her eyes. Even though she felt just as tired, she could see she at least appeared presentable.

After touching up her eye makeup, she returned the mirror to Ana. "How do I look?" she asked, laughing. "I've just started using makeup recently, so I'm still getting the hang of it."

Riley looked over to Ana. "Oh, this is Ana Cruz," she said, replying to Andrews question. "She's a model!" Riley was always excited to hear about new things from Ana. She was never sure if it was because Ana was such a nice person or because she had been her first friend here at the Walk of Fame.

Andrew kept a friendly smile on his face as the two women talked. Sure, he was listening and all, and took in everything that the two of them basically threw at each other in the terms of how quickly they were talking compared to the people back in Seattle, but he felt as though he was intruding in their conversation.

He had no idea how he was going to survive this one. Sure, he had survived small shows back home without musical accompaniment, after the guitar his uncle had given him for Christmas the year before had "accidentally" been smashed, but speaking with two women-- obviously independent, smart, very pretty women-- seemed like Everest compared to a small hill.

"A model, eh?" Andrew interjected quietly, bringing his soda to his lips and allowing just enough to clear his throat through.

And he nearly spat it all out with Ana's late-night comment.

He set down his drink and swallowed hurriedly, thankful to whatever had allowed him to keep all of the liquid in his mouth, and cleared his throat pointedly. "What's that you say?" Oh god. If this woman, Ana, was implying that he and Riley... he didn't even know her name until a few moments prior... Andrew was hopelessly lost.

Ana laughed at Andrew and Riley's embarrassment. Her laugh was very feminine and soft, not too loud or annoying. "That might be a good idea," she teased to Riley. She remembered the first time she had met Riley, soon after doing her work with Cosmopolitan magazine. At the time, Riley was a bit embarrassed when the magazine came to topic because of the more sexual articles in it. It seems Riley was able to hold on to that innocent nature, it was something Ana rather admired. God knows she lost that sense of innocence years back. She wasn't what one would call a bad girl, but she does whatever it takes and is pretty extroverted with few filters about what she says or does.

"So a late night doing what, if I may ask?" She took another sip from her drink, this one a much larger one, though there was still a lot of the drink left.