"Um, it's called a gin and tonic. Do you want one? It's pretty good. I'll let you have a sip of mine, if you want to try it." Valerie says as she looks at her cell phone to see what time it was. It was getting late, and Valerie wasn't much for staying out late. She loved staying up late, but in the privacy of her own home, on the internet. "Do you want to have a drink, and then you can... take me home?"

Cara Zayn is sat at a table within the bar area with a couple of friends, they all seem to be in high spirits, laughing and drinking with each other. Cara is dressed as expected, a low-cut crop top with the word 'hype' written across it, torn denim jeans and a pair of converse, her tattoos on show and her fringe swept across her forehead. Her female friends similarly dressed if not slightly more edgy in their attire. Cara finishes her drink and leaves the table, heading over towards the bar.

Cara sits at the bar while ordering another round of drinks for her friends, she glances around the bar and notices Chris and his group of friends looking over towards her, she gives a small smirk and a quick wave over at Chris before turning around back to the bar, she recognized him from his pop culture catch up blog and she was used to being watched while out with friends and quite enjoyed the attention. She smiles at the waiter as she receives her drinks and waited a couple of seconds to give Chris the chance to introduce himself.

Cara watched as Chris walked over towards her, "Hi!" she laughed and shook her head, "Nah, we're cool as long as you don't use any bad pick-up lines, I've heard em' all before." she smirks and nods at the seat next to her, "Sit your ass down and introduce yourself." she tells the waiter to take the drinks over to her friends at the table while she sits with Chris, "You wanna drink? What do you go for?" she asks with a devilish smile.

Cara nods her head at his remark about the curse of being pretty. "Oh, it's not a f*cking burden, believe me, being attractive is the f*cking sh*t." she laughs, "I work for a record label, I model, blog, review." she smirks and shakes her head, "Basically I do all kinds of sh*t." she takes a drink of her beer and places it back down.

Cara shrugs her shoulders, "It has it's perks, yeah. But I work f*ckin' hard to get what I want." she takes another drink of her beer and places it back down again, this time with a little more force as Chris shares his opinions on modelling, she bites her bottom lip a little, something she tends to do when her mood changes, she shakes her head in disagreement, managing not to rage fully as she has been known to do in the past, she smirks a little as she decides to respond more calmly than she usually would, "Clearly you don't know sh*t." she stares him out for a couple of moments before smirking again, "Basically, I look for the next great musicians and bands and try to get them to sign for the label. It's a perfect job, basically I get paid to go to gigs and hang out with rockstars."

Cara nods her head and gives a re-assuring smile, "It's fine, just p*sses me off sometimes. You're right, I've heard it all before." she orders a couple of rounds of shots from the waiter and pushes two shot glasses over towards Chris, leaving two for herself. She picks up the first glass and downs the shot, picking up the second immediately and downing that one just as swiftly. She smirks, "Try to keep up." she says with a smile, "Yeah, I'm always meeting famous people. Umm, you know, 'Songs to Love and Die By'? That's the label I work for, so I'm friends with a bunch of people from the label. Alex, Amy, Miami, Maddie, Amelia." she looks at him, "How about you? Meet any famous people?"

Dustyn Blue of Weekend enters the bar all alone and makes his way over to the bartender. Being in this place holds many memories for Dustyn. Some wonderful, some he'd rather forget. This is the place that Lyrica took the Weekend boys to discuss business a day after they were formed - their first proper meeting. This bar is also the place he met Holly Dunbar and we all know how that story went. The gents toilets is also were he took his first ever line of cocaine so it's safe to say that The DB has played host to the most eventful parts of Dustyn's life so far. He's not usually one to go out, especially by himself, but since his boyfriend is on the other side of the world, his kids are staying with Blake and the rest of Weekend are wrapped up in their own lives at the moment, Dustyn is feeling rather lonely. Even if he doesn't speak to anyone tonight, the noise of the place is enough to keep him company. He orders a vodka and coke with his ID at the ready. Being only 18 and very baby-faced is a total pain for him.

ooc: Anyone can join in. Preferably someone I don't RP with much though :P

Dustyn smiles at the bartender and thanks him when he receives his drink. As soon as the beverage touches his lips he hears a voice from close by. Dustyn turns to see Reece. He is a familiar face due to being in the industry and working a lot of the same media circuits but he can't quite remember his name or if he's a singer, model, actor etc. All he knows is that he's definitely seen this guy's face around. "Oh, hi." Dustyn fixes his jacket as his legs dangle from the stool. Being only 5'2 doesn't help when trying to be served in a bar. "Yeah, I suppose you coulds say that. Just looking for some company. I is Dustyn by the way. Or Dusty...or Dust. Whatever floats your boat." He smiles and takes a sip of his vodka & coke.

Tim Strike wanders in after a long night of playing poker, sits at the bar, and orders a Sam Adams. He surveys the scene, looking to see if there's anyone who might know where to find a decent party in this town.