but for now i've D E C I D E D,

[sammy teague]

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.

If there was one thing that Sammy could change about Hoffman it would be it's location. He thought London was great and all, he didn't have a problem with new places. He had lived in more places than most and so he was use to people looking at him funny when he started speaking Russian, or cursed in Spanish. It was just after spending so much time in California he had liked the sun and the cold winters, but London it was just cold all the time and it rained. It was always fun when it rained in California, or before it rained because that was when the best waves were and Sammy always made a point to catch them. London there were plenty of storms but no beaches. Hoffman was great just put it in California, hell even back in Mexico and Sammy would have found it much more enjoyable.

The one thing that the weather didn't affect was partying. He had discovered quite quickly that everyone partied no matter how young or old, no matter rain or shine. It suited Sammy just fine, although he wasn't a burnout like a lot of the students at Hoffman, or pill popper. He liked alcohol sure, but his real addiction was energy drinks. You went into his dorm room and underneath his bed were stacks and stacks of energy drinks, that would probably last him two weeks before he went and spent a hundred pounds on some more. That's exactly where Sammy was right now. He pulled his black polo down as he reached underneath his bed for three energy drinks. Before even standing up he popped open the first one and stuck the other two in the back pockets of his faded jeans. He got this crazy grin on his face with the first sip.

It was already well into the night by the time that Sammy headed out on the streets of London, it was also a good thirty blocks to The End, but Sammy thought taxis were a big waste of time. It took just as long to ride in one as to walk due to all the traffic. He pushed his ipod buds into his ears, the reggae sounds of Bob Marley pulsing through them. He got this goofy smile on his face as he finished off his first drink, and tossed it into a nearby garbage can. Finally after what would seem like forever to other people Sammy arrived at The End, unlike other students his parents weren't filthy rich so he stood in line like the rest of the poor blokes.


open }

[/blockquote]

[Rosaline Morella Su]

ooc; i love love love love bob marley. end ooc

Almost. Almost. Alm-YES!

Of course, the triumphant cry came after a coveted five-page essay, with an extensive bibliography included, came out of the printer, and was sealed in a plastic folder and placed in her bag. After working five consecutive days in a row on an essay probably spawned from the depths of evil, Rosaline had been looking forward to unwinding and relaxing. And after feeling guilty with leaving her friend, Liz, to go to the clubs alone yesterday, she knew just who to go to for a good time – her barely present roommate, Kayla.

It had taken sixteen minutes, Rosaline’s copy of last year’s outline for ‘Antigone’, and a new pair of Christian Louboutin shoes before Kayla gave up on her homework and worked on accompanying Rosaline on a girl’s night out. Of course, because it was Kayla Rosenbaum-Zweifmans, getting ready took more than two hours.

But, they were now currently at least a block away from The End, one of London’s hottest nightclubs for the Hoffman musicians and students. The two girls had identical bottles in their hand, though; Kayla’s was almost empty save for a few more sips. When Rosaline had thought of unwinding and relaxing, it did not include babysitting her drunken roommate. Said roommate giggled seductively as they neared the club, and latched onto a male’s arms. He, of course, did not mind as the curvaceous and tipsy blonde led him near the queue of the club. Rosaline followed closely enough to hear that the bouncer was only letting pairs of two go into the club before the rest of the unfortunate souls waited for their turn in the roped area. But, she knew that those people would most likely never get into the club, due to the rich and famous cluttering Hoffman.

And as Kayla entered the club with her catch of the day, she fumed. Even though Rosaline was a semi-accomplished pianist, and the socialite daughter of the Boudoirs, no bouncer was going to make even that much of an exception for a measly pianist. It was either grab someone fast, or go home. So, staying off the bouncer’s radar, she rushed to the male's side, identifying them to, hopefully, be a fellow student at Hoffman’s and save her the possibility of being raped, drugged, or anything of that criteria.

“Wanna get in now?”

[sammy teague]

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.

It was said that music set the mood for everything that you did in your life. Well at least for the most musically inclined people. Being at Hoffman you were by the most musically inclined people ever. Even the artists, who listened to all sorts of music when they were painting to help them get in the mood. To Sammy it sounded just a bit kinky, getting artists in the mood. Then the actors they tended to get drug into taking a movement class, so you could say that it was a fact that actors could dance no matter what the music. Sammy had fun with it, he liked music, tonight's music to set the mood, to use the artist phrase, had to be something old school. Bob Marley had been good for a while but The Band had to substitute, even if Sammy only ever listened to The Weight, because that was the only song he could stand.

Thank god it was a good London night and the weather wasn't horrible, or raining. He reached into his back pocket, and retrieved the last of his Red Bulls, he knew he should have brought more tonight, his hands were already a bit shaky, but he'd learned after his fifth they just stopped dead, it didn't matter if he was standing next to a serial killer. His hands wouldn't shake if he had enough caffeine in him. The line was moving steadily and he listened to the hilarious conversations going on around him. He had always been a listener he found that clubs and airports were the best place to listen in. Airports because people were departing from each other's lives, maybe for forever, and clubs well everyone was smashed so they tended to say some stupid things. He ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair and pulled down his black polo, He should have brought his jacket with all the pockets.

He flipped off his ipod, growing tired of The Band's country twangy tunes, there was only so much you could take before it just seemed to get old. He shifted from foot to foot wondering what was taking so long now. He finished off his third and final energy drink, this time his hands didn't shake, the night was going better than expected. Before he had time to yell something at the bouncer about why the fuck was it taking so long. In Spanish of course. He was approached by a beautiful oriental girl, he could never tell the difference between Chinese and Japanese so he thought it better not to assume. "Why not," Sammy said pushing himself up off the wall from here he was leaning. He took her hand in his not bothering to wonder if he knew her or not. Most likely she was another Hoffman student who would just leave him as soon as they entered the club.

[/blockquote]