I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and deathbyfire)

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie sighed heavily as she hit the snooze button for her alarm one more time. She was so exhausted since she'd been out way too late partying last night. She knew this wasn't very smart since she had a photo shoot to do today but she could never seem to stop herself. Ever since her mother's death she'd been partying and living more recklessly than she ever had before. She was never a very well behaved teenager but she wasn't this bad when her mother was alive. Now she was living on her own in a studio apartment with no guardians around to control her so she went out almost every night of the week. It was surprising that she could do photo shoots almost every day and still look amazing in them when she stayed out till at least three in the morning every night. She was just one of those girls who looked good almost all the time or maybe she was able to stay awake and be very alert all the time at work because of her little cocaine habit. This was another thing she started after her mother died. It made her feel better temporarily and it enabled her to go out every night and not be extremely tired the next day. She knew it was a cliche for models to do cocaine but she didn't care. She just had to make sure none of the photographers or the people at the modeling agency who represented her ever found out about it. She'd probably be fired immediately if they found out the new seventeen year old It Girl was also a drug addict.

To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.

Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told her that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much. Plus she knew deep down that her mother had known about what her father was doing to her the whole time and never told anyone about it. She would never tell anyone this but she was actually a little mad at her dead mother for this. She thought parents were supposed to protect her children and all her mother ever did was stand by and watch as her husband destroyed her only daughter.

No wonder Callie was so screwed up. She really had been through a lot. She was lucky to have such a solid modeling career. At least now money wasn't as much of an issue as it used to be when she first most her mother. They used to be rich but once her father was sent to jail she lost all of that money he made. That was when she started stripping for a living and doing whatever she could to earn a buck. This wasn't really talked about because it could hurt her career but actually a modeling scout came into the strip club and found her. They instantly knew by the way she moved on stage and looked that she would be perfect for modeling. She was only 5'1" so she was too short to do any runway work but she excelled in photo shoots. Callie was really tiny, just barely weighing ninety pounds so she was definitely perfect for modeling. She had long blonde gorgeous hair that was almost always straight and dark navy blue eyes that guys could stare into for hours. She was also quite the heart breaker. She definitely had a reputation for sleeping around a lot. A lot of people called her the model slut behind her back but for some reason this never hurt her career. It seemed like even more people were fascinated by her -i'll do whatever I want- attitude. She slept around and was proud of it. She wasn't one of those girls who would act fake innocent. Of course mothers of teenagers hated her but all their daughters wanted to be like her. Of course none of those girls knew her back story. They just knew she had no parents. It hadn't been publicly released that she was a survivor of rape by her father since she never told anyone about it and she planned to keep it that way. Everyone knew her father murdered her mother but people just pretended like it never happened.

She finally got out of bed and got into the shower. Luckily there would be hair and makeup people at the photo shoot so she didn't have to worry about getting herself all fixed up. And Callie looked just as good without makeup as she did with it on so she wasn't worried about showing her bare face in public. She let her long blonde hair flow loosely down her back and slipped into a tight red dress that was way too short on her. She'd be changing for the photo shoot but she always loved showing up in her own clothes. Callie only wore expensive, designer clothes but she made sure to buy the sluttiest clothes she could find. After slipping on some five inch black stiletto heels she left her apartment and headed down the street to the studio where the photo shoot would be taking place. She pulled out a cigarette as she walked and lit it, taking drags on it. She didn't even bother to put it out when she walked inside. She was Callie Simpson. She could do whatever she wanted. She just hoped they had some vodka here. She had no idea how she could get through this morning without it.

 

[deathbyfire]

Noah Bradley wasn’t ready for the day to start, as usual. No, it wasn’t that he was tired; it was because he was just bored. He had been a photographer since he was nineteen years old, starting off taking pictures of weddings for friends and stuff like that. Finally, he had gone to school for it and after graduating, had decided that the fashion industry was where it was all at. Money wise, anyway. That was where he had met Victoria, his ex wife.

She was a photographer too and they teamed up on several occasions and that had eventually led to him working up the guts to ask her out and then marriage. And here is where it had ended. With him thirty years old and already divorced. Victoria claimed that she just didn’t love him anymore and that he was stopping her from furthering her career. The bitch was just jealous that he was more talented. Or at least that was what he told himself whenever he thought about it.

The divorce hadn’t been too bad; at least they hadn’t been married long enough for him to pay her alimony. Yes, she had got the house but he was still making enough money so that it didn’t damage him too much. He was now living in a nice two bedroom house in a good neighborhood.

At the moment, he was gathering up what supplies he needed to take to the studio. Callie Simpson, America’s most talked about new model was his latest project. He had never met the girl but oh had he heard stories about the seventeen year old. None of them were too good. She was slutty bitch who thought the world revolved around her pretty head and blah blah blah. Well, what model didn’t? He was sure that she couldn’t be too bad; he had dealt with some pretty difficult models before. A little teenager wasn’t going to scare him.

Noah was dressed as usual for a day at work, casual since he was behind the camera instead of in front of it. Dark wash jeans, converse and a green plaid shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Despite being thirty, he still dressed like he was in his early twenties, didn’t look far from it either. He was tall and in good shape, his body muscular. His hair was as usual, a dark brown mess atop his head.

It wasn’t long before Noah gathered everything he needed and headed outside to his car, placing it in the back seat before getting in and driving to work. The studio wasn’t far, about ten minutes. He left his car with the valet and instructed him to bring the supplies in when he was done. He then walked inside and after nodding to the secretary, made his way up the stairs, his light green eyes taking in the familiar view as he pushed the door open to the room they would be using today.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie put out her cigarette once she got into the room where they would do her hair and makeup. She was a diva but she wasn't so bad that she would expect people to do her makeup while she smoked. That would be a little unreasonable. She closed her eyes and let the people do their work on her. She was a little bit late for the photo shoot and they scolded her for a few minutes but she just rolled their eyes at him. They could act mad but none of these people had the power to fire her. They were just hair stylists and makeup artists. They probably made less money than she did.

Today the makeup artist was doing a very dark look. She had smokey eyes that looked really amazing. Of course they used lots of black eye liner and mascara. She had such big eyes but they looked even more big and incredible with all this eye makeup. Her already flawless skin looked even better with the foundation and blush they put on her. Her skin was pale, like porcelain. Once they finished her makeup they started working on her hair. Callie had the most gorgeous natural curls so really they didn't have to do much to it. They just made sure the curls were very loose. They weren't the kind of curls you would see back in the fifties. These were more like loose, wavy curls you'd see on a girl at the beach. The look worked perfectly on Callie. She was even more sexy than when she walked in the door.

They even had someone to put on her lingerie because they were too afraid she would mess up her makeup if she tried to do it herself. For the photo shoot she would be wearing a purple bra and panties set that had an animal print to it. It was very sexy. The push up bra made her already large breasts look even more incredible than usual. Her toned, tiny ass looked great in the skimpy laced panties. Her stomach was completely flat. Really her body was perfect. No wonder Victoria's Secret had picked Callie as their newest model. She was going to become famous for being their first seventeen year old model. She was very proud of herself for being so accomplished. She knew girls would kill to have this job. So while she was a diva she planned on nailing this photo shoot. She wasn't going to do anything that got her fired. She was a party girl who loved her cocaine but she would never do something stupid at a shoot. She was reckless but she knew she needed her career to keep improving so she wasn't taking any chances.

She walked out of the room once she was all dressed and had on the sexy black five inch heels they had for her. Luckily they made her look more like 5'6" instead of 5'1". She didn't need the extra height to be sexy but it definitely helped her out some. She walked into the room where the shoot would be taking place and began looking around for the photographer. "I'm here now. Hello?" She called out, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked around. But she wasn't really just walking. When Callie walked she more like strutted. It was natural, she didn't even think about it. She couldn't help but be a walking sex goddess. She was trying to be professional side but her slutty side came out even when she walked. Luckily she looked more tempting and alluring than just plain slutty. That always translated well when she had a camera in front of her.

ooc; just picture her as callie instead. i think she's better looking. except callie has more of a model face. so you can imagine the victoria secret's body and hair on the other girl's face. haha hope that's not too complicated! or you can just picture her as whoever you think is more hot.

 

[deathbyfire]

“Where is she?” Noah asked one of the people working on the lighting and they shrugged. He sighed, moving a hand up to run through his thick hair. Great, so now he was going to have to wait around for her? “Almost done with make-up” his boss said, poking her head into the room before shutting the door again. “Why does she need so much make-up? She’s a model…isn’t she supposed to naturally look good?” He growled to himself. Patience wasn’t one of his virtues.

He turned around and finished getting his camera set up. He would be working with the one standing up as well as the one around his neck, for more close up shots. Noah then turned again as he heard a new voice and the sound of heels. It was probably her. His eyes met her’s for a moment before sliding over her body. He hadn’t been expecting her to be so…developed. She was seventeen but she looked more like she was in her twenties.

No matter how pretty she was, how good her body looked, he didn’t like the tone in her voice. “Please go over there to the backdrop, we are already 30 minutes behind” Noah told her, his voice much more rough than usual. He nodded his head to the deep purple backdrop with the large blanket thrown over the floor with mounds of pillows on all sides. He knew that he was supposed to remain professional, especially with an underage girl, but he wouldn’t be able to help but enjoy this one. Fashion always meant pretty girls but he hadn’t had one this pretty in a long time, and in lingerie. That made it all the more interesting.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie smirked at Noah when she felt his eyes slide over her body. She knew he was supposed to be professional but she was sure he couldn't help but scan her body. After all she was wearing lingerie. What straight man wouldn't be staring at her right now? Callie didn't mind it. In fact she loved that he was looking at her. This was going to be so much fun. She'd never done a shoot with a photographer who was actually good looking. Most of the people who shot her were guys. Occasionally she would get a few girls. Those were never very fun. She just preferred guys in general. She got along with them more. The girls would always be so jealous of her so she was sure they would try to make her look ugly in her shoots even if they were getting paid to make her look even better than she was. Of course it was nearly impossible to take a bad picture of Callie. She looked good from all angles.

"I'm really sorry. I just woke up late this morning. I swear I won't be late anymore.." She was a diva but when she found a hot guy she was interested in she always stopped acting like one. Plus she could tell he wasn't happy with her for being so late so she didn't want to make things worse by continuing to act like a spoiled princess. Really the whole diva thing was just an act. Sure sometimes the fame went to her head but she thought if she acted like a bitch all the time it would blind people to the empty, sad look in her eyes. She faked those smiles for the cameras and pretended like she was happy when really she was completely miserable. She was an orphan with a coke and sex addiction. How could she really be happy?

"Yes sir." She walked over to the blankets and laid down, making sure she was on the side so the front of her amazing body would be facing the cameras. She was always good at making sexy poses. In fact sometimes people told her she was too slutty and she needed to stop posing like a porn star. "How's this?" She asked him as she stared at the camera with this sexy smirk and a sexy 'come get me' look in her eyes. Her stomach was perfectly flat and her breasts looked amazing like this. It was the perfect pose.

 

[deathbyfire]

Callie smirked at Noah when she felt his eyes slide over her body. She knew he was supposed to be professional but she was sure he couldn't help but scan her body. After all she was wearing lingerie. What straight man wouldn't be staring at her right now? Callie didn't mind it. In fact she loved that he was looking at her. This was going to be so much fun. She'd never done a shoot with a photographer who was actually good looking. Most of the people who shot her were guys. Occasionally she would get a few girls. Those were never very fun. She just preferred guys in general. She got along with them more. The girls would always be so jealous of her so she was sure they would try to make her look ugly in her shoots even if they were getting paid to make her look even better than she was. Of course it was nearly impossible to take a bad picture of Callie. She looked good from all angles.

"I'm really sorry. I just woke up late this morning. I swear I won't be late anymore.." She was a diva but when she found a hot guy she was interested in she always stopped acting like one. Plus she could tell he wasn't happy with her for being so late so she didn't want to make things worse by continuing to act like a spoiled princess. Really the whole diva thing was just an act. Sure sometimes the fame went to her head but she thought if she acted like a bitch all the time it would blind people to the empty, sad look in her eyes. She faked those smiles for the cameras and pretended like she was happy when really she was completely miserable. She was an orphan with a coke and sex addiction. How could she really be happy?

"Yes sir." She walked over to the blankets and laid down, making sure she was on the side so the front of her amazing body would be facing the cameras. She was always good at making sexy poses. In fact sometimes people told her she was too slutty and she needed to stop posing like a porn star. "How's this?" She asked him as she stared at the camera with this sexy smirk and a sexy 'come get me' look in her eyes. Her stomach was perfectly flat and her breasts looked amazing like this. It was the perfect pose.

Noah was silent for a moment after she apologized. Well, he hadn’t been expecting that one. “Glad to hear it” he told her, moving to go behind his camera. He waited for a moment as he posed herself and then looked at her through it. Had he had less control of himself, his mouth would have dropped. What they hell were they doing to seventeen year olds these days?

“Good” he said, snapping two pictures of her pose, moving the camera on the stand just a little to get slightly different angles. He then moved forward, taking the camera that hung around his neck and took closer shots of her, some of just her body, as he knew Victoria’s Secret liked those shots as well. “Alright, now pose time” he said, moving closer still. He leaned down and pressed his hand against her waist gently so that she would move a bit. “Head tilted to the side a little” he said, as he moved his hand up to do it for her, as if she were incapable of doing it herself. “And legs spread just a little more” he said, his hands moving down her creamy thighs. It was hard to not feel her up, but he managed.

He then stepped back to look at his work, smiling slightly. “Perfect” he said quietly, more to himself than anybody else. He brought the camera up and started to snap pictures again, finding this to actually be enjoyable.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie smiled at him because she was glad that he didn't sound that mad anymore. She liked him and didn't want him to have a bad opinion of her. If he told everyone that she was a diva and refused to cooperate with him then people might not want to use her anymore. That couldn't happen. She needed her career to keep going perfectly. She stared at the camera, keeping that sexy look on her face as he used his camera to take pictures of her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was enjoying looking at her body. He was a lot older than her so she imagined he'd rather be with a girl closer to his age. Even though she was only seventeen that didn't mean she wasn't experienced at sex. She was very good at it. Maybe some day he would find that out.

She was glad to hear it was pose time. This was her favorite part. Callie was beautiful but she also happened to be amazing at giving poses that were sexy but also very natural. She never actually looked like she was posing. The magazines loved this about her. She had to take a deep breath when he came up to her and tilted her head to the side and then stuck his hand down between her legs so he could spread her legs more. She was getting so wet right now. She wondered if he could sense her arousal. She was actually hoping that he could.

She was listening carefully so she did hear him call her perfect. That made her feel so good about herself. She kept doing different poses and they were all so sexy. She did a lot where her legs were spread and her mouth was slightly open. She wanted to make him think about what it would be like to fuck her and shove his cock into her mouth. Having her picture taken was fun and everything but she'd much rather have him inside of her.

 

[deathbyfire]

No wonder Victoria’s Secret wanted Callie as their model, everything about her just screamed sex. The hungry look in her eyes, the way she moved her body. He didn’t know how she could fake that. Had he known that the look of hunger in her eyes was for him, he would have been very pleased indeed. Pleased and scared for his life. It was doubtful that he could resist her, even if she could be the end of him since she was jailbait.

“Ok, you are doing really well” he encouraged her as he continued to snap pictures. He then lowered his camera and pressed the display button, going through them. There were tons, this should be enough. “Alright, I’m going to put these on the computer and you guys can decide if you want more, a different look or if this is enough” he called to the Victoria’s Secret people. “You can take a break, Miss Simpson” he said, glancing at Callie before moving over to the computer. He pulled the chip out from his camera and shoved it in, then waited as it loaded. Soon enough, her pictures were on display and he created a slideshow before stepping back. “Just look them over and decide” Noah said before backing away a little.

He then made his way over to a little table in the corner that was loaded with food and drinks. He grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee, drinking it black. He then grabbed half of a turkey sandwich and took a bite. Getting free food was truly the best.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie was very happy to hear she was doing well. Surprisingly this was her first lingerie shoot and she wanted it to go perfectly. She was a little sad when he finished taking pictures so quickly. She thought this would take hours, not just thirty minutes. She had to spend more time with Noah. Maybe she could suggest going out for a drink tonight. Would that be too forward? He probably wouldn't want to drink with his seventeen year old model but she had to think of something. There was no way she was going to let today be the last day she got to see him.

She walked over to the computer so she could start looking over the pictures. She loved all of them but the Victoria's Secret people were the ones who would decide which ones they liked. Callie moved out of the way so they could look at the pictures. She wanted to go see Noah anyways. She walked over to him and poured herself some coffee. She also liked hers black. "You're a really great photographer. I'm honored that I got the chance to work with you.." She smirked at him as she pulled a flask of vodka out of her purse that was sitting on the ground and poured a little into her coffee. "Shh, don't tell anyone. They'd freak if they knew I was drinking on set. Want some?" She asked him, handing the flask to him. She sat down on the chair next to him and moved a little closer to him. It wasn't obvious that she was trying to be close to him but she could feel his leg touching hers. It was an incredible feeling. She could get used to being this close to him all the time. "Do you really think I did well? I was a little nervous. It was my first lingerie shoot..." It was hard to believe she was sitting next to this man in her tiny bra and panties, acting like she had on regular clothes. Nothing phased Callie.

 

[deathbyfire]

Noah was surprised when Callie walked over and watched her from where he sat as she poured herself coffee. “Thank you, it was good working with you as well, you are able to make posing look natural, which is an important talent for a model” he told her as she poured vodka into her coffee. Typical model. “No thank you” he said, pushing the flask away. He liked to drink but he wasn’t going to go around pouring vodka in his coffee like some kind of closet alcoholic. As she sat next to him, leg touching his, his body stiffened. The close contact was a bit arousing. He couldn’t help it, she was beautiful and well, well look what she was dressed in!

“Yes, I really think you did well. I’m sure they won’t be able to tell this was your first time” he told her and then looked up as they waved him over. He got to his feet and took a large gulp of his coffee before setting the empty cup down on the table. He made his way over to the computer and looked at their selections. “Great, I thought those were the best too. I’ll send them over now so your graphic designer can do the editing and make it ad ready” he said, typing for a moment before smiling at the Victoria’s Secret people. “It was nice working with you, I hope that you will choose our agency again soon” he told them. Honestly, he didn’t care if they did or didn’t but he knew his boss would like to hear him say that.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie couldn't stop smiling as she heard Noah give her more compliments. She knew he was probably just saying that and not really interested in her but she couldn't help but hope he might be a little bit interested in her. She hoped he had fun shooting her in more ways than one. She couldn't see a man as experienced as him getting turned on by her in her slutty lingerie but she hoped it had some what of an affect on him. She was a little disappointed that he turned down her offer of vodka but she knew most people didn't want to drink alcohol in the middle of the day. Callie wasn't an alcoholic, she just wanted something to spice up her coffee right now. There was nothing wrong with that.

"I really hope so." She smiled at him and then began frowning once they called him over. Now she was stuck here all by herself. Did she miss her chance to ask him out? She really hoped not. Callie took a sip of her coffee and then set it down, walking over to Noah and the Victoria's Secret people. "I want to see the pictures if they're so good!" She said with excitement as she squeezed between Noah and the camera. Luckily she had to keep her body very close to his as she looked at the computer. Her ass was definitely resting right against his crotch. If he was hard right now she would be able to tell. She hoped he was. She wanted to turn him on.

 

[deathbyfire]

“Sure, go ahead and-“Noah started to say before Callie pressed up against him. Did this girl even know what effect she could have on a man? He concentrated on breathing as she continued to rest her perfect ass against him, trying his best not to become noticeably aroused. Well, so much for trying. Hopefully she wouldn’t be able to feel it or would just move so he could regain control over his body. “Do you like them?” He asked her, not really caring either way. He just wanted her to answer and then move away from him completely. He took a step back from the computer so that she wasn’t against him anymore and sighed with relief. She was very dangerous.

“So, is that it?” He asked, turning to the people from VS. “If you would like me to do anything else, I can, but if not, I would like to start packing up my stuff” he informed them. He needed to get away from the sexy little seventeen year old before him. With that said, he moved towards his camera and took it off its stand, setting it down on a table as he folded up the stand, rushing so he could get out of there before he became very noticeably turned on.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie noticed how Noah suddenly stopped talking when she pressed against him. This made her very happy. She wasn't all that shocked when suddenly she felt something pressing against her ass. At least she was pretty sure she felt something. It had to be his erection. Maybe she actually could turn on the older photographer. She didn't think he would want a girl as young as she was but maybe she was wrong about him. She really hoped she was because she wanted him so badly. He was a very attractive man. She imagined that all the models he worked with probably had sexual fantasies about him.

"I love them. You're amazing with a camera." She wasn't lying about the pictures or just trying to flatter him. She really thought the pictures were incredible and it was all because of Noah. He was right, they did work well together. They made the perfect team. She frowned as she felt him step away from her. Why did he keep trying to get away from her? She didn't like this at all. She looked really upset when she heard him say he wanted to go pack up his things. This wasn't good, she needed to talk to him now before he left!

She left the computer and headed over to Noah where he was folding the stand. "So, I was wondering what you're doing tonight.." She couldn't believe she was doing this. It would be so embarrassing if he said no. "It's kind of a tradition for me to go out with the photographers I work with. I thought you might like to get a drink or something tonight. I'd love to hear more about your work.." She was lying, it definitely wasn't a tradition for her to go out with her photographers but she'd never had one this hot before. She had to come up with something. That was the best she could do.

 

[deathbyfire]

He was a bit disappointed when she followed him over. Didn’t she take a hint? He didn’t want to be around her. It wasn’t as if he disliked her, he just liked her too much and she was making this so difficult for him. He half listened to her as she spoke and then froze. Replaying what she had said to him over in his mind. Had she just asked him out? Tradition his ass. He sighed and didn’t say anything yet, placing his stand in its case.

“Look, Callie. You seem like a sweet kid but that’s just it. You’re a kid. I’m thirty years old, almost twice your age. It wouldn’t be good for me for us to be seen together” Noah told her. There, he had said it. He didn’t think that he had sounded mean about it either, hopefully she wouldn’t cry or something like that. He hated making women cry. He then gave her a small smile and lifted his camera off the table. “Thanks for the offer though” he told her.

Noah then stepped aside so that he could walk passed her, heading towards the door that the Victoria’s Secret people had just exited, talking excitedly to each other. Hopefully they hadn’t heard their exchange.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie had such a hopeful look on her face as she waited for him to answer. She wanted him to say yes so badly. She knew she could easily find tons of guys who would go out with her tonight but Noah was the one she really wanted. If she couldn't have him tonight she would be so disappointed.

She couldn't help but look completely crushed when he started speaking. She couldn't believe he just called her a kid. This was what she was worried about him saying. Now she felt so stupid for asking him out. He thought she was a kid and wasn't interested in her at all. She just should have left him alone. Now she probably had no chance of ever working with him again. She had a feeling he was going to try to stay away from her. It sounded like he wanted nothing to do with her.

"Fine." She said, anger in her voice as he walked away from her. She wasn't a kid. Maybe a year ago she would have felt like a kid but she really had to grow up in the last year. It wasn't easy being seventeen and having to provide and take care of yourself. She was a complete mess but she knew she wasn't a kid anymore. If Noah didn't want to see her tonight it was his loss. She walked into the dressing room and got changed back into the dress she had on when she came in and left the place. She was still sad about Noah but she was determined to have fun tonight. She didn't need Noah to have fun.