While Mia had finished getting off tour, her and her sister decided to finish their album while having a much needed trip. They usually sparked most of their creativity and inspiration. When Ryan wanted to hang out with her, she didn't mind. She had on a tank top with some high waist shorts and black sneakers. She was on her phone when she walked in and put it in her pocket, seeing Ryan. She walked over to him and smiled a little. "Hey."

Mia wasn't expecting the kiss on the cheek but she wasn't complaining either. She just smiled and shook her head. "You're very confusing...Mr. Williams." She laughed a little and sat beside him. "But I'm fine. Just finished Warped and now working on our album. You?" She called the bartender over and ordered herself a drink while they caught up with each other. Mia was unclear how she felt about Ryan and she was certainly unclear how he felt. It was just a blur to her.

"You just are. It's like what people tell me all the time, like I can't even begin to figure out what you're thinking." Mia grabbed her drink when it came and thanked the bartender. "It's coming. Slowly but surely. I think we have more recorded songs than actual songs on the album, it's kinda..everywhere right now." She laughs at his comment about trying to finish the album. "Yeah, I see. But I guess everyone is just dying to get their hands on it." When he started staring at her, Mia raised her eyebrow, thinking he was acting a bit weird for some reason and then she heard him ask if she was seeing anyone. "No, are you?" She sipped some of her drink, still staring at him.

"I love a good mystery." Mia smiles at him. "Same here. Mild perfectionist. Some days I'm just like 'Fuck it, let's just do this' and then stuff happens." She downs the rest of her drink and then nodded, loving the thought of not even knowing what they were about to do. It's how Mia preferred life, not knowing. she figured if she didn't know then she wouldn't always plan everything out and it would be less fun. "Sounds like a crazy idea, deal." She also ordered herself another drink. "Just make sure you can walk out of this place first," she said, referring to him seemingly trying to get drunk now. "I'm strong but I don't think I can carry you."

"I think secretly all artists are like that, even if they bullshit and say they don't care. I mean if you didn't care, don't release music then. Nobody wants a record that's half-assed. People push back things all the time and when it's released, nobody's complaining because it's usually amazing." She shook her head. "It's not silly to want to be remembered." Mia playfully pats him on his back. "Aw, poor Ryan. Well, drink up." She holds her glass to him and then drinks it. "We could rob a bank. I saw it on a film once. Looked pretty fun but I don't know how willing you are to get caught."

"Sounds like at least I'll be remembered by someone pretty fondly already." She winks at him and laughs. "Thanks. I mean, it's like we're practically starting over or something but whatever gets the inspiration flowing is welcomed. I feel like we have to fight harder because there's very few women artists that aren't just Pop girls with overly sexual images who don't have much to them. I never want to be remembered as that. I want to be remembered as one half of that annoying band who just wouldn't go away." She smirks a little. "Really? Reckless love is legit the best. I'm up for anything, rather it be just talking or planning a heist, I'm for it."

Destinee Girard and Carmen Grant had entered the party together, arms locked. Destinee wasn't much for parties, but Carmen was, and Destinee had a hard time saying no to anybody, so she agreed to go to the warehouse party on one condition: They wouldn't leave each other. But, of course, somehow throughout the course of the evening, the two friends had separated from each other.

Carmen found herself in the middle of the action, dancing wildly with everybody around her, her long red hair getting tossed around as she does. After she lost Destinee, she had started talking to a guy a little bit younger than herself who had taken an interest in her, and then found herself in a corner of the warehouse, ingesting a pill that she didn't even bothered to ask what it was. But now, as she watches the strobe lights only show every other movement that she makes, she doesn't even care. She just keeps moving faster and faster until she makes herself dizzy.

Destinee, on the other hand, had decided that the quickest way for her friend to find her would be to stay in one place the entire time, so she huddled near where most of the drinks were being served, and didn't move, occasionally taking small sips from a beer - even though she wasn't much of a beer fan. She scanned the crowd for Carmen - or really for anybody that she knew - as she did, hoping that she would find a reason to leave as soon as possible. She became so awkward in large crowds, especially when she was alone in them.

Kurt tried to navigate his way around the drunken party-goers, he'd had a few drinks himself but not too many, too early. Still, the beer in his hand told him he had a ways to go before the night was over.

Ansley was at home, after finishing school for the day and finishing her shift at work. She planned on making it a movie night where she'd watch some old school, black and white films which were her favorite, and eat some leftover Chinese food.

As she searched for a movie, she heard a knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone so it came as a surprise that someone was there. Nevertheless, Ansley walked to the door, looking through her peephole and saw a very familiar face, one that caused her to smile like a geeky kid who had just opened their first Christmas gift. She pushed her hair behind her ear and made sure she looked alright, rushing to open the door. "Kellin! What are you doing here?" She smiled even wider now that he was just inches from her.