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There was once a small group of very close friends in the highschool in Miami, Florida. That was six years ago. Now, after graduating, the group has fallen apart. But, there is hope left, for before the graduation, there were plans made to meet at the bar Opaque, on the date of July 1st, 2006. Now, so long as everyone showed up, there would be a total of six people there, three girls, three guys.

Six years, six secrets.

OOC - My Intro, here she be.

A sleek silver Mercedes McLaren SLR pulled up outside the bar. As the door opened. the sound of thumping rap from it overpowered that of the dance mix inside. From out of the car stepped a tall, lean, handsome man of about twenty two. This was a big difference from the short, stout, almost obese Ryan O'Keefe from highschool. Almost before he had shut the door, the beautiful $200,000 car peeled off, leaving a cloud of smoke behind it. Ryan then walked up to the VIP entrance and flashed his license to the bouncer, who promptly opened the roped gate to allow him in. Once inside, Ryan quickly made his way to the bar, placing a pair of opaque Prada sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and covered his faded, distant blue eyes.

Ryan stood and, bringing a cigarette to his mouth, began walking to the door out. It was on this trek that he accidentally bumped into a young blond man and promptly excused himself, not recognizing who it was. Perhaps it was somewhat convenient that Ryan hadn't changed his look very much in the past six years. If not, he might not have met Alex again.

"Goddamn man," Ryan began, before Alex began to explain himself, "Watch where the f-" It was at this point that Ryan saw the familiarity of this new one. After hearing him speak, the cigarette fell from Ryan's lips through his gaping mouth. Could this really be the Alex he remembered? He then pulled the glasses from his face and looked the young man up and down. He was so much different! Leaner, taller, darker; not at all like what he had recalled from senior year! "Alex?" he said hesitantly, "That can not be you man!" Extending his hand to greet the man, he continued, "How the hell are ya man? You're looking good!"

"You're one to talk," Ryan laughed, "you're taller, thinner, and that hair!" Then, with a cough, he said in a slightly ragged sounding voice, "I'm doin pretty good myself, as you can tell," He said this last bit with a grin, brushing the shoulder of his Armani.

With a sly grin, Ryan popped up his collar and laughed, "You just gotta know the right people and the right words, dude!" Then, tossing a small key to him, he said quietly, "Follow me, since no one else seems to be showing up, we should head out of here."