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It was going to be a night to remember.
Looking at her, there could be little doubt of Nicole Arzetto's intentions -- in that low-cut, tiny black dress and four inch strappy heels, it was clear that she was ready for a night on the town, which would most likely end in her usual shenanigans and land a picture of her, half-naked and looking totally busted, on the next issue of every tabloid. The thing is, Nicole didn't care. She was young, and she was a movie star, so why shouldn't she have fun? If people had nothing better to do than follow her every move and stalk her with camera phones waiting for her "next big emotional breakdown", well, that was unfortunate, but it wasn't her problem.
Tonight, she had hit up the premiere of her new movie (which was sure to be an instant hit; she'd had a string of blockbusters the past two years, and this film happened to include several full-frontal scenes and more than enough graphic material for any teenage boy's spank bank), walked the red carpet, done a few interviews, attended a press junket and photo call with her co-stars, all the usual formalities. Glamorous and exciting as it all was, Nicole was excited to ditch the scene for a night out with her best friends. The minute the gang walked into the restaurant, they commanded everyone's attention, mostly due to the movie vixen among them. Nicole had acquired near sex symbol status in such a short amount of time, that almost everybody knew who she was. It was both a blessing and a curse, and something she'd learned to live with. She found that, once the initial buzz of her arrival wore off, everything settled down, and things were relatively normal.
Well, as normal as they could get, where Nicole was concerned. She liked to party. Hard. The minute she walked through those doors, the second she slid into the booth and started checking out the drink menu, the party had officially started. This restaurant, and it's inhabitants, weren't going to know what hit them. There may even be some dancing-on-tables in her imminent future; Nicole wasn't sure. She never planned these things, and it all sort of depended on just how drunk they all got. One thing was for sure: she was going to have fun.
"Hey, can we get some service over here? I'm thirsty!" the twenty-two year old yelled, much to the chagrin of some of the older, more distinguished customers at the rather swanky restaurant.
"Nicole, shhh! Be quiet!" one of her friends told her, though she was giggling all the while.
"I'll be quiet when I get my Cosmo! ... And some nachos!" Nicole exclaimed, and everybody dissolved into laughter again. She barely even noticed the frenzy of paparazzi just visible outside the windows, nor the curious, excited, or somewhat disgusted looks she was receiving from the other customers.
Looking at her, there could be little doubt of Nicole Arzetto's intentions -- in that low-cut, tiny black dress and four inch strappy heels, it was clear that she was ready for a night on the town, which would most likely end in her usual shenanigans and land a picture of her, half-naked and looking totally busted, on the next issue of every tabloid. The thing is, Nicole didn't care. She was young, and she was a movie star, so why shouldn't she have fun? If people had nothing better to do than follow her every move and stalk her with camera phones waiting for her "next big emotional breakdown", well, that was unfortunate, but it wasn't her problem.
Tonight, she had hit up the premiere of her new movie (which was sure to be an instant hit; she'd had a string of blockbusters the past two years, and this film happened to include several full-frontal scenes and more than enough graphic material for any teenage boy's spank bank), walked the red carpet, done a few interviews, attended a press junket and photo call with her co-stars, all the usual formalities. Glamorous and exciting as it all was, Nicole was excited to ditch the scene for a night out with her best friends. The minute the gang walked into the restaurant, they commanded everyone's attention, mostly due to the movie vixen among them. Nicole had acquired near sex symbol status in such a short amount of time, that almost everybody knew who she was. It was both a blessing and a curse, and something she'd learned to live with. She found that, once the initial buzz of her arrival wore off, everything settled down, and things were relatively normal.
Well, as normal as they could get, where Nicole was concerned. She liked to party. Hard. The minute she walked through those doors, the second she slid into the booth and started checking out the drink menu, the party had officially started. This restaurant, and it's inhabitants, weren't going to know what hit them. There may even be some dancing-on-tables in her imminent future; Nicole wasn't sure. She never planned these things, and it all sort of depended on just how drunk they all got. One thing was for sure: she was going to have fun.
"Hey, can we get some service over here? I'm thirsty!" the twenty-two year old yelled, much to the chagrin of some of the older, more distinguished customers at the rather swanky restaurant.
"Nicole, shhh! Be quiet!" one of her friends told her, though she was giggling all the while.
"I'll be quiet when I get my Cosmo! ... And some nachos!" Nicole exclaimed, and everybody dissolved into laughter again. She barely even noticed the frenzy of paparazzi just visible outside the windows, nor the curious, excited, or somewhat disgusted looks she was receiving from the other customers.