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Margarita Hart

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Las Vegas, the city of lights, and the setting in which the young witch, the renowned socialite Margarita Hart chose to have yet another big night on the town. Usually it would be a problem for a normal seventeen year old to get into clubs and party all night but not for Margarita, she was a celebrity and every single venue let her in, as to promote themselves, the paparazzi followed her everywhere she went, just to get a glimpse of the star, and there was no doubt a club would turn that sort of promotion down. Now that her Appletini was taking its effect, and the artificial confidence of alcohol was setting in, causing Margarita to leave her group of friends to do what she was known for, socialising. But instead, Margarita was dancing on the dance floor, her olive skin soaking up the ferocity of the strobe lighting and in turn capturing the eyes of all the straight men in the club. The raging house music mixed with the howling of the men around her were the perfect result for a great weekend in Vegas. As if any of that attention wasn't enough already, Margarita still wanted more, she wanted every single pair of eyes to be on her, not just those of the males looking to score tonight.

Margarita ran to the bar and shouted drinks for all her friends, she could afford anything and everything she wanted, of course almost all of her friends were using her for fame and fortune. But what should stop Margarita from treating them to a proper night out once and a while? She only had one real friend, he was one of the best friends Margarita could ever have, and he was with her group of party addicts tonight, anything lesser would have been off the cards. Once the drinks were served, the party girl returned to the dance floor, she obviously wanted to hear the sexist hooting that had deafened her ears earlier, it didn't help that Margarita was wearing a little black dress either, she knew that would edge them further and she was going to abuse that power over the opposite sex all she could.
 
Liam witness the ongoing of Margarita, his best friends risky behavior. She sure knew how to bring an a crowd of stranger and he sometimes thought of her to much promiscuous for him to handle. He would call her a little club hopper wh0re, course he never actually meant it that way. She always had a few words for him too, calling him a peddler, hobo, hermit all of them made Liam laugh. He watch as she took over the dance floor, he could call her anything in the book, except a bad arse dancer. Margarita had killer move that put the nineteen year old in shame. Figure she had a little more flavor than his white boy antics. Who could match up to this bomb arse ebony who own the dance floor? No one could, Liam would see them try, yet they end up failing as she wipe the floor clean flawless of many men terrible attempts. Previous nights out with the a-list queen, he himself attempted to dance, he himself fail to keep up.

Liam grab a big bottle of Bacardi, open cap and half way emptied bottle. He was enjoying the fruit flavor Bacardi given and brought to him by Magarita. He was getting bored watching her dance with many idiots that pass the dance floor. He wasn't bloody drunk yet, but he move along towards the ebony queen and dance behind her. "When are you leaving this place? It's like hell hot in here" he ask her. He took a big guzzle of his drink and enjoy the fresh content filling his stomach rapidly. "Where are you staying tonight Miss Hart, I think I need to crash in your place..tonight" he said with a arm wrap almost half way across her neck.
 
There was no way to describe what came over Margarita that night, of course it was the usual party adrenalin the fuelled the socialite to act vicariously in many ways, causing her reputation to grow to a lower standard every time a photo was snapped of her dancing with some loser guy. Sure, the public thought she was just another dumb daddy's girl who never had to work a day in her life, but Liam knew different, he knew who she really was behind the mask she hid herself beneath every day. So in turn, Margarita welcomed Liam's dancefloor interruption. "I know, I'm sweating like crazy out here." she shouted, it was a waste of energy, knowing that being heard above the music wouldn't be an easy feat. It would be a logical choice for the two if they moved into the VIP section, it would be safe and private, and they could talk without the sound of techno music blasting in their ears. But making any form of logical decision wouldn't be possible for the starlet tonight, the alcohol had lowered her inhibitions, all she wanted to do now was have fun, with her best friend Liam. Plus, if he crashed with her the night, they could party even when the club's doors had shut. "Ceasar's Palace. I would love it if you stayed with me." Margarita said, it would make for a pleasant change if she didn't have another four room deluxe suite all to herself, Margarita wouldn't have to worry about feeling lonely tonight.

The socialite wrapped her arms around Liam's neck, he appeared to be different tonight, it could have been the music, the alcohol, or the psychopathic strobe lighting. "Dance with me!" the seventeen year old exclaimed, while pulling him into a tight embrace. Margarita had known Liam for a long time now, and dancing with the guy would make a satisfactory change to the losers she was used to boogying with. With a playful smile plastered on Margarita's luscious lips, she started to sway her hips side to side, matching the rhythm of the music which drowned out any sense of self control. Something as simple as a good bass line in a song was enough to prod the seventeen year old into making precisely the wrong decisions on previous nights, but she was dancing with her best friend, she trusted him, and he would look after her for sure. What could possibly go wrong?
 
Liam felt his arms raise across her small shoulder, he dance well step closer to her in a friendly dragging his friend down way. "Aww do I bloody have to? I have like effing two left feet and you know that Marge" he casually tip the lucid glass bottle fill with alcohol and took a big swig out of it. This was nothing, compare to his usual nights. Bacardi just tease the man senses, now if he was to mix the content with rum and coke, than he was getting somewhere. He push the bottle to the next waiter that walk by and stumbling requested to hold this for a sec then ask for another drink to liven him up a little. Liam put his arms around Magarita and pull her, and started to dance, who cares if he suck and had no rhythm. Marge always wanted him to dance, so dance he should do.

"Hope you know I'm only dancing because I need to stay with you tonight" he said joking with her. The woman he was with before two days ago, no longer wanted Liam around the house. She had ask him to leave and with little but the shirt off his back he left without much of a word exchange. She had done wrong, yet it was her place and not his. His sisters don't talk to him and his little brother still out there somewhere. He basically had no family but Marge. "They are laking on dubset music, more dubset music !" he shouted for the entertainer to hear. Techno played, dubset was the best, he party hard with dubset.
 
Margarita Faith couldn't help the laughter that escaped her lips while she observed her best friend's antics, she knew that Liam could party harder and for a lot longer, it was given that the seventeen year old would try to push Liam to his partying limits tonight, it would made for a fun game the next morning when Margarita would wake up with a raging hangover. She danced with Liam, letting the alcohol from earlier edge her on further as she gradually moved closer to him. The fast pacing of the music made the perfect outlet for Margarita to hold her face centimetres away from Liam's. It was in her nature to tease, and she laughed again after she had blew into Liam's face. The starlet took a step back and started dancing with her best friend again, this time in a more platonic fashion.

The music grew louder, making the feeling of being wasted a lot less bearable for the girl. She had partied hard in her lifetime, but never as hard and Liam as able to party, the exhaustion from the week before was starting to make itself welcome, as Margarita stopped dancing altogether. She left the dance floor to return to the bar and order her favourite drink, rum on ice. She drank it all in one gulp, feeling it numb her senses, this was a good night, and Liam had made it even better just by being there. Margarita stood by Liam's side, a dopey grin plastered on her face. "Come with me." Said the starlet, before taking his hand and walking towards the VIP section.
 
"Hey,Hey,Hey now you need to stop being a bloody flirt. It's not nice if you aren't going to share your sugar lumps" Liam spoke without regards of his words. It was all fun and giggles for him when he said stuff like that. There was really no intention with him Margarita, since they were like close friends and all. Except tonight everything seems to be rushing in all the wrong places. Liam had to control his raging hormones or he'll be dealing with it alone. Still the damn girl was a tease, he can't help but have these urges for his best mate.

"Sure, sure" he follow her through the dance floor, making difficult as always since the crowd was a bit out of hand. Someone even tried to dance with the princess, Liam had to push the man out of the way so they could get to v.i.p section fast. "Man this place a riot, I think that guy tried to get a hold of your knickers" Liam started to laugh. Making a danger situation sound like again made for a good laugh. As soon as they got to the private area. Liam fell on the couch and crash head first, with a new bottle of smurnoff in hand he laid relaxing his body. "We should like play a game, invite more heads here Magarita the night filthy young" he suggested, gulping down great amount of his drink, he burp can't help the fizz erupting from his chest.
 
Every day Margarita had known Liam was a laugh, he always put a humorous twist on things. No matter how unfunny they were. He was her best friend, he would always cheer her up and they always had each other's backs, although it didn't feel like it that night. The alcohol in in socialite's system caused her to think differently about Liam, much differently. "Liam, He was aiming for your knickers!" Replied the starlet, chuckling loudly at her own humour, they had now arrived at the VIP section, it had an Arabian theme, as expected, Margarita was no stranger to being treated better than everybody else. Luckily, with Liam at her side, she had never let it get to her head. He was her support, she was his, they were both so similar, yet so different. Usually the socialite would do nothing to ruin the perfect friendship they had, but that night she had other ideas.

The seventeen year old sat on an oversized cushion placed across from her best friend. The Arabian theme of the VIP section brought the hint of a smile to the socialite's lips. The scene was rather romantic, an ironic setting for the two best friends to be in. "Liam, what are you doing so far away from me? Get over here." Said the seventeen year old as she patted the pillow next to her, because of the closeness of their relationship, many magazines assumed they had been dating for a prolonged amount of time. Liam was not as well known in the public eye as she was, and Margarita envied him for that.
 
Liam was unaware of setting, literally all he saw was the lounging couch and Magarita sitting across from him in what seems like Arabian furniture. But to him, it was just beanie bags and the lounging chair all set close to each other. He wasn't aware of the light drape flowing down on them, or the colors that match the drapes to the furniture. He was so put out of it, still he roll out of the couch and sat besides lovely Magarita. He took one long hit of his bottle and set it on the table in front of him. He smile stupidly at his best friend, dragging his arms across her shoulder to bring her into a warm embrace. He never once felt uncomfortable around Magarita, she knew him like an open book. No one knew well except her.

"What is it babe?" he ask her. He always call her that when they were this drunk, or when he felt like he had to reveal something serious to her. Except it went a whole lot different and when it was serious time he didn't enlightened her with famous goofy grin and his eyes sort of shadow the dazzle from his face when he wanted to say something serious. His eyes were blue and light, mostly misty when drunk. That's when you can tell the difference, he smile as he lean against her. "Is time to cuddle already?" he would always says as he lean against her, sometimes his head would end up on her lap and he would fall asleep to looking up at her. That's how close they're friendship seems to be.
 
Usually, the seventeen year old would see her best friend Liam as a brother; they would laugh whenever possible and spend so much of their free time having a load of fun, but they also had an emotional side to their friendship. Margarita's friendship with Liam was the complete opposite of the other people she called friends, their friendship wasn't superficial and it would never be less than what they had now. Another dopey alcohol infused grin appeared on the socialites face as he hugged her best friend back. She trusted Liam more than anybody else, Liam was the only person she could open up to without feeling nervous or insecure. They knew how to laugh together but when need be, they could rely on each other for anything. That was one of the many reasons Margarita had been friends with Liam so long.

It was evident that the alcohol in Margarita's system was clouding her judgement. She was seeing Liam in a very different way that night, which was not a good thing for their close friendship. "I think we'll be doing a lot more than cuddling tonight." Said Margarita, before her opaque mind-set got the better of her, causing the seventeen year old to kiss Liam square on the lips. If she hadn't drunk anything that night, she wouldn't have kissed Liam, but her inhibitions were lowered and kissing him and possibly ruining the perfect friendship that she had ever experienced seemed like a great idea to the intoxicated teen.
 
In a sober state of mind, that kiss would've been taken as a surprise. But drunk from to many drinks and his mind thinking nothing but of his friend, the kiss broke the boundaries he had with Magarita. Leveling her right there on the lounging v.i.p area, he kiss her back with passion, lust, and drunk all mix one like a real good bad drink made just for the two them. Liam held back nothing, he did what his hands maybe had wanted to do for a long time, or his heart. Except he wasn't quite much thinking was heart, the passion just blossom aimlessly out of nowhere. He smile as he look at her, breaking away from their heavy session. He didn't quite ask if she was sure about this, but gave her a small opportunity before he was meeting her lips in a dance of their own once more. Only a fool would ask, no way was he going to ruin his chance with her.

He kiss her more and more, letting their surroundings blend with background, leaving just the two of them alone. At some points he started to marvel in her beauty, admiring every inch of her well tone temple. Till he took it away from her and claim her body as his own. At one point during this all, he lost his thoughts and couldn't bring himself to remember every kiss. Course this happen with him being drunk and the girl he was sleeping with happen to be his best friend. He didn't recall their history, except that this girl was extremely beautiful and why didn't he know her from before. Everything just twist to a blur of its own, nothing else could be recall till the very next day. Where he was now sleeping besides Magarita, though no longer in the very exclusive v.i.p section. More like in a private suite, very private, and decorated romantically for something special. Liam was sound asleep with arms still wrap around the so call prize he won literally over last night. They just didn't know yet, what they truly won from this episode.
 
Margarita Faith Hart woke up that morning with a pounding headache, the memories of the previous night still a blur in her memory. The last thing the young witch could recall was exchanging a dance with her best friend in a poorly lit night club, this wasn't a foreign experience to the seventeen year old, she had done the same thing many nights before, so at first, Margarita thought nothing of it. She held a hand to her forehead, keeping an optimistic thought it would relieve the throbbing pain of her hangover. The question of why she had woken up void of clothing in Liam's arms was something else, however, the socialite wasn't able to dwell on the situation too long, as she felt her stomach churn, Margarita knew very well she was going to vomit, and quickly at that. She pulled a bed sheet up to her body, using it to cover herself until she would manage to find her own clothes, and got out of bed to rush to the bathroom.

Luckily for Margarita, her hangover wasn't as bad as she previously thought, and when she arrived at the surprisingly pink bathroom, all she found herself doing was splashing her face with cold water. Then why did she feel like she was going to vomit? The situation added to her headache, confusion would never be a good mix with a raging hangover like the one she was experiencing. Margarita stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, why couldn't she remember what happened? This was the first time the seventeen year old couldn't remember the night before, she knew she must have drunk a lot to get her into the state she was in. Maybe Liam would be able to help her out? Margarita left the bathroom and kneeled down next to Liam. She clenched her bed sheet tighter to her body before saying gently "Liam, wake up." While she poked him rather firmly in the shoulder, she needed him to wake up soon, maybe he would have the ability to explain what had happened to leave them in what looked like a honeymoon suite.
 
Liam Madden was sound asleep when the bony besides him decided to run to the bathroom, heavy in his sleep he didn't budge at all. Liam could always sleep past through anything. Loud noise or any kind of movement didn't phase him when he was trying to sleep past a hang over. It was her voice that woke him up in a knot. He open his eyes slightly staring somewhat at Magarita. He groan from the abruptness of sleep, his eyes shutting and opening till he had the will power to keep them awake. "What is Margarita?" he said groggily. Didn't register quite yet what happen.

All he manage to do was flip over on his back side and stare up at the ceiling. He still had attention on her, just not looking at her. The ceiling was hollow and had carvings of old arts, still ivory like the rest of the walls. The carvings were pretty, the room smell flowery scented. A little to much for his taste and a little not like Magarita. This suite for married couples, he heard a voice said. "Hmmm, did you say something?" he went to looking back at her, the puzzle expression work around his morning face. Something went down and I'm not aware of it? "Bloody fawk, did we do...that?" he ask her. When he says that, Margarita being his best friend would know what that meant in terms. "Why are we in this room?"
 
The seventeen year old didn't want to believe what was happening, or could be happening. She and Liam had gotten heavily wasted, there was no doubt, and they had woken up in a honeymoon suite. This all lead to one obvious conclusion, one that Margarita wished wasn't true, but the evidence was all too apparent. "You don't think we got married last night, do you?" asked the teen, it was a question to be asked, no matter how afraid of the answer she was, Margarita still asked without hesitation. One of them had to ask at one point anyway. The anxiety of what she feared becoming true made the socialite feel even more like vomiting, but she knew it wasn't going to happen. Las Vegas had had its share of spur of the moment marriages, so the people at the hotel wouldn't have had a second thought in giving the party girl and her best friend a honeymoon suite. The expensive room would show up on Margarita's credit card bill, leaving her to explain it to her family all on her own.

Margarita stood up, tears welling in her eyes as she looked down at Liam, she turned away from her best friend and ran a her hand through her hair, making sure to hold up her sheet with the other. She had become all too conscious about her choice of attire, only now realising that the two of them had slept in the same bed, and woken up without clothing. How was she going to tell people about it? There was no way possible for her to explain the situation to somebody else, even she didn't completely understand what was going on herself. Maybe it was all in her head, and what was happening was all a weird coincidence, oh how the teen wanted that to be true. "I don't know what to do Liam, this is scaring me." She said, before she started to quietly sob into her sheet, she had always been able to share her feelings with Liam, and she wasn't going to stop now, all because of the awkward place they had woken up in.
 
Liam laid motionless, he let Magarita do all the talking. All this was to much for him to understand, till she made it clear for the both of them. Holy sh!t. This was not his first marriage, in fact he separated not to long ago from his astray ex who ended up being a s!ut. She broke the news of pregnancy, follow by 'it's no yours ordeal'. That ended his one year marriage to a lie. Now this. He felt bad, weird, extremely bad though cause it upset Magarita so much. Tears swell as he look at her, "Awww babe, please don't cry. We can fix this?" said the wizard. "I mean I think we can".

Liam reach for his shorts from underneath the bed, he snatch it from the floor and quickly put it on underneath the sheets. He slip out of the queen size bed and trail behind Magarita. "Don't cry, we can fix this whole mess really" wasn't prepared for this at all, he awkwardly patted her back. "Where's my barbie smile?" he poke at her nose. Bloody hell this a complete mess. He tried his hardest not to spaz out. For her sake, he did well keeping undertone.
 
The seventeen year old continued to sob into her sheet, she didn't even acknowledge Liam when he patted her back, this would have usually comforted Margarita, but now wasn't a time that would normally get her down, she had got married to her best friend by the name of Liam Madden. There was no easy way to reverse this, sure, they could get a divorce, maybe even an annulment, but they would still have to face the consequences of what they had done the night before, Margarita still couldn't remember what happened, but he did know they had effectively ruined their friendship. It would never be the same again, no matter how hard they did try; there would always be that memory in their heads, the one of that morning. "Don't you understand Liam? There's no way we can fix this, everything's ruined." Said the socialite, as she turned around to face Liam, tears streaking down her face, it was too late to do anything about it now.

A situation to this extent was one she would have to live with forever, Margarita Hart would always be able to find something about this in a newspaper, or a magazine, surely somebody would have snapped a picture of the two. That would be one of the ways they could find out what had happened exactly. Unfortunately, the young witch was too enveloped in the mess of being married to her best friend to think of anything else. Margarita scrunched up her face after Liam poked her nose, he was cute, and she liked how he could make her laugh, she always had. "Um, I'm going to go and get dressed, I'll see you in a minute or two." Margarita Stated, with no emotion in her voice as she moved some of her black hair behind her ear and looked at the ground around her for any sign of clothing. In a few short moments, Margarita found her black dress and rushed into the bathroom yet again.
 
Well Liam didn't get it. He didn't get why she was making a big deal from them fooling around. He didn't get the fact that they just put their friendship in a fragile state. Or the consequence of their action might lead to disaster. He was to puzzle and mentally confuse. He just stood there, maybe if he wore a dunce hat he'll make it loud and clear for her that he did not understand why she was crying. "Okay...?" she rush away, grabbing her garment. Liam refuse to go after, instead he grab his pants, printed tee and push on his tennis shoes.

"Magarita, I'm just gonna go. I'll talk to you later" he said through the close bathroom door. He said this after pacing what seem like hours about the hotel room. in the end he left the room when his mind was set. Clearly he had loads to think about, plus to consider the fact he was fawking married again !! God must hate me, he sighed. No, Magarita hates me. i'm just a total fawk, oh well. He went onto wandering the calm day street of Vegas, with no funds, no way to go, but appaarte to his sister's house in Salem. He bought a drink and stayed in some lobby, before he was kick out and had no decision to make there. He left thinking of her.
 
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