#ecstasystarter

working at ecstasy helped for elena pay for college and now that she was in med school it was helping with that. because of her job she was able to take out minimalistic loans to help her finish her education. and she recently she got a job as an on-site medic since she was in medical school and could help with some of the injuries that happen at the club and hotel, and also tell when someone needs to go to the hospital. she got a call that she was needed at the club. “are you okay? i was called here that someone needed medical help.” she said.

isabella had just finished her shifter for the night. she was still getting use to working at ecstasy. while the clothes she had to wear for being a dancer wasn’t that hard to get us to, some of the people she danced in front of, where people she wished she had more clothes on. she knew that she would get use to it sooner or later, but it was still a bit hard on her. though she was happy to be finished so she could get home and relax. she looked down at her phone to see when her uber was arriving. “you have to be kidding me.” she said softly. it said that her uber had already left, seemed like someone took it. she ran a finger through her hair trying to figure out what to do.

with his watch hitting just after two in the morning , greyson’s checking his phone to return a phone call he seemed to have missed amid arriving to this hotel. a few friends of his had been relatively confused as to why he’d left home so suddenly without a word edgewise , but he needed to just get away & find some change in his typical cycle of waking up , heading out to a photoshoot , doing an interview of two & heading home once he’s finished. sure he has his few hangouts here & there , but he’s kind of fell off from the world so this is an odd attempt but honest try at getting back in touch with the world & other people. as he’s stuck listening to a voicemail he hangs up , tucks his phone into his pocket & turning to grab his bag when picking it up & making way to his room before he’s instantaneously bumping into someone & dropping his bag back to the ground. “ fuck . . . sorry. i should have paid attention . . . ” he mutters when looking up to make face of whom he’s run right into. 

luxury suited her, and as sam’s fingers curled around a chalice of absinthe, perfectly manicured nails tapping the glass, she offered the other an indulgent look. “why are you sober?” she inquired, eyebrows slightly lifting in revelry. “it’s too fucking late to be tied down by anything as dull as sobriety. c’mon, toots, i’ll buy you a drink.”