#dash: 003

Cher’s eyes wandered outside of their town car, excitement written all over her face as she took in the sights of the city. Cher would always be a Beverly Hills girl but New York would always have a place in her heart. She shook Josh’s arms lightly, trying to get him just as excited as she was. This was not a moment for his too cool for everything hipster moments, they were in New York City. The car pulled up in front of the only hotel to go to this time of year, the Plaza. “Are you ready?” She asked him, a small scream leaving her lips as she stepped out of the car. Cher thanked their driver, wishing him a happy holidays before greeting their bellboy. “Come on.” She grabbed Josh, excitedly as they made their way into the hotel.

MJ had always adored the Museum of Natural History. Ever since she was young, it was one of her favorite places in the city. She would love wandering the halls and different exhibits. One time, she had purposely gotten herself lost during a school trip, just so she could have extra time to wonder the place. Now she was in an expensive dress, on the arm of one of the city's most eligible bachelors and his family, and the museum was once again her own playground. She had excused herself from the Jamesons in hope of finding the only other person she knew at the event. Peter Parker. She spotted the back of her best friend's head, and she had to go for it. She patted his shoulders, scaring him. "Well look at you, how did I just know this is where I'd find you." She pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before moving to his side. "Although, I thought you'd want to talk to the guest of honor. Mr. Otto Octavious or Double O as I have been referring to him all night."

I'm tired. So very, very tired. I don't think I'm cut out for this much sex. I'm just exhausted all the time and I want to sleep forever.

Are you telling me you don't remember that breakfast? Come on Dan, I pretty much deserved an Oscar nomination for the dramatics of that day. I want to make out with you and you being the responsible best friend rebuffed my advances to the point I stormed out of breakfast. [Otto wiped down the front desk at Traxs, shocked that he didn't remember that breakfast. He still remembered it as it it had been yesterday.]