Nightfall:V.I.P.

Wednesday, May 10th 7:45 p.m.
Los Angeles, Santa Monica, Stacy's Apartment

**Fred**: **She's leaning against the wall next to the front door, already dressed up and ready for work. She's waiting for Stacy to get ready the sound of the sink running in the small bathroom a few feet away. Their apartments are very small, amounting to a single room with a small kitchen and bathroom. As she waits on her friend her brown eyes wander around the small apartment, she notices some guy's shirt on the floor at the bottom of Stacy's bed.** You still seeing that mechanic guy?

**Stacy**: **Her voice, a lot louder than Fred's comes from the bathroom.** Doug?

**Fred**: The mechanic. **She takes a deep breath and adjusts her purse on her shoulder.**

**Stacy**: Nah I'm seeing someone else now. **The sink turns off.**

**Fred**: **She shakes her head silently.**

**Stacy**: **Even though she can't even see Fred she responds.** Don't give me that look either! When was the last time you were seeing a man? That wanna-be sports caster from San Diego? You've been single for almost a year now.

**Fred**: **She raises an eye brown in mock confusion and responds with sarcasm.** I've never gone out with *anyone* from San Diego.

**Stacy**: You've broken more hearts then me. Keeping all those boys at a distance over the years. **She walks out of the bathroom putting on one of her earrings.** You've been stringing along Marcus for like, ever.

**Fred**: **She looks even more confused as she looks to Stacy.** What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going to date someone that I work with and live across the hall from. He probably feels the same way.

**Stacy**: How would you know, you're oblivious to every guy that looks your way at the bar, or do you really think you're some kind of all-star waitress. **She walks over and grabs her purse and keys.** He's super hot too.

**Fred**: **She rolls her eyes.** Hurry the hell up, we're running late already.

**Stacy**: I'm just saying you always seem lonely. **She puts on her other earring and heads out the door.**

**Fred**: I don't need an relationship right now. **She turns and opens the door, walking out after her friend.**

**Stacy**: **She locks to the door to her apartment as she speaks.** Who the hell said anything about a relationship? Use it, *abuse it*, then lose it, cause you look like you need it. **She turns and looks at Fred with a raised eyebrow.**

**After making their way out of the apartment the two girls can see Marcus already waiting outside for them. This is nothing new since he usually escorts them to the Flagship, the nightclub they all work at.**

**Marcus**: **He's wearing a black t-shirt with the words "security" on the front in white letters, along with black dress pants. He continues to look forward out into the night time streets of Los Angeles before turning to look at them, walking with them down to the sidewalk.** Stacy, Fred. **He pauses before saying in an almost serious but friendly tone.** What took you so long?

**Fred**: Someone felt the need to lecture me while they were applying their make-up

**Stacy**: I did no such thing, I just gave her some very well-needed advice.

**Fred**: **She looks out at the street as then walk, a few cars driving by.** Fine, I'll keep it in mind.

**Stacy**: **She looks to Marcus.** Anyway, we're supposed to have some VIP posse tonight, right? Had to make sure I looked extra-gorgeous, VIPs tip almost three times as much as our normal customers.

**Marcus**: He smiles slightly. You look beautiful. But the last time you were late with incoming VIP, Calypso nearly made you cry from the fit she was having.

**Stacy**: Yeah, well she insulted my make up too so fuck her. I'd rather be late and beautiful, than frumpy and on time.

**Fred**: Do we know who the VIPs are?

**Marcus**: I don't think they ever tell anyone. **He looks to the side towards one of the dark alley ways they pass, keeping an eye out for the girls as Santa Monica has the occasional bum that gets too close.**

**Stacy**: No matter how hard I try I can never get Peralta to spill the beans. **She shakes her head in frustration.**

**Fred**: Probably because he knows you'd gossip everyone in your phone book.

**Stacy**: It better be someone who's actually important. Seems like all we've been getting lately is rich old men trying to be young.

**The Flagship comes into view as they turn the corner, the walk there is never that long. Once inside they can see the rest of the staff is already busy setting up the club for the VIP guests.**

**Acacio**: **He stops one of the waiters walking by, they're holding a silver platter meant for the VIP room.** What is this doing out here? He catches himself and whispers so that the nearby Calypso won't catch the mistake. This silver is meant for our VIPs, dear. He shoos the waitress away back into the kitchen.

**Calypso**: **The purpled haired manager is speaking to one of the bouncers, asking about the three late staff members.**

**Acacio**: **He whispers to himself.** Keep it together Acacio. It's a big night and if you look stressed out then She thinks something is wrong. **He calms down for a moment before opening an eye and realizing the bartender isn't here. He quickly looks around to make sure she isn't late again.**

**Stacy**: Everyone calm down, calm down. We're here. **She walks towards the bar.** Just had some car trouble, that's all.

**Fred**: **She silently wonders if Stacy even tries to be convincing with her lies as she moves some of her long hair from her eyes.**

**Marcus**: **He's about to head over to the frontdoor when Acacio stops him.**

**Acacio**: Marcus. You look wonderful, is that a new cologne?

**Marcus**: It's not-

**Acacio**: Doesn't matter. **He smiles and lightly pats Marcus's chest, admiring his strong pecs.** I have a very special job for you tonight that only someone as... strong as yourself can deal with.

**Marcus**: I'm watching the VIP door. **He looks towards it. They seem to always ask him to watch it when big names are mentioned.**

**Acacio**: **He gently slaps his chest and backs off.** So smart too. I'll fetch you the list, darling. **He passes Fred and sees she isn't smiling.** Big smile, dear. We want to look happy for Calypso.
**Fred**: **She smiles a suddenly bright and sweet smile as he passes her.**

**Stacy**: I better get behind the bar before Calypso notices I'm not chained behind it. **She quickly finishes making her way into the kitchen area, vanishing passed the door.**

**Fred**: **Her bright cheery smile immediately fades as Acacio walks away to get the list.** He seems even more tightly wound than usual, they must've booked someone important.

**Marcus**: **About five minutes later he can be found standing near the VIP door, looking through the list of big names showing up. As usual he doesn't really know who any of these people are as he doesn't follow the famous as much as the normal person does. He isn't surprised when Stacy approaches him about it.**

**Stacy**: So who do we got? **She's taking her 10 minute break, five minutes into her shift.** Spill the beans big guy. **She tries to lean forward to peak at the list.**

**Marcus**: **He looks around and sees that Calypso is back in her office. He simply just hands Stacy the clipboard.** You tell me.

**Stacy**: **She snatches it quickly and looks down the list, her eyes darting back and forth as she quickly reads.** ...Nadrageel? That name sounds weird enough to be familiar... *Thomas Durrance*?! He's that up and coming artist/model millionaire guy! **She seems to almost visibly swoon.** He's really mysterious. **She looks to Marcus.** I think his parents died when he was a kid, so he's almost like Superman, you know? The brooding guys are just... Ugh... **She holds the list close to her chest.**

**Marcus**: That's Batman, Stacy. **He sighs a little. He doesn't read comics but he's unfortunately seen the movie.** Anyone else we should be worried about?

**Stacy**: This Natalya sounds familiar. **She looks back down at the list.** Nadrageel. I think someone from my hometown had that last name, might've moved there after I left for L.A., I remember my friends talking about some billionaire moving there. **She pauses in realization.** You know about three years back I think I went to a party or something at her mansion... One of her mansions... **She narrows her eyes.** Or maybe it was her son's mansion... I should call up my friend and ask her, she was there too. **She shrugs.** You know I had so much to drink I really don't remember, I just remember it was in a big ass house. **She looks back at the list.** These other people look like businessmen, lawyer-y names. **She holds the list out to Marcus. Don't know them, so they're obviously not important.**

**Calypso**: **Her raspy sultry voice can be heard coming from behind Stacy. She has pale skin and long purple hair that goes down past her shoulders. She's wearing a very elegant black and violet dress today that would make anyone think that she's a famous artist.** Oh I beg to differ. I believe every name on that list is important.

**Stacy**: **She lets out a long quiet sigh as she looks at Marcus, she smiles and turns around.** Calypso! How are you today, *love* that dress.

**Calypso**: She closes her eyes for a moment as she talks. Regrettably as much as I enjoy it I don't pay you to kiss my ass. **She takes the clipboard from Stacy and taps the name at the very top.** I pay you to kiss hers. Miss Natalya Nadrageel. Do anything she asks, no questions. No drink is too expensive for her, understand?

**Stacy**: You know I think I know her son.

**Fred**: She quickly walks up to the three of them. **She's a little more dressy and doesn't have her purse or anything with her now.** Winston just said a white and gold Rolls-Royce just pulled up outside... **She looks around for Acacio.** Figured everyone would want to know the VIPs are arriving.

**Calypso**: She hands Marcus the clipboard and walks away from them, ready to greet the very very important guests.

**Acacio**: **He steps out of the VIP room, walking past Marcus.** Perfection. Not a speck of dust. **He immediately gasps to himself when he looks outside and sees the Rolls-Royce. He stands up straight near the VIP entrance, making sure his clothes aren't crumpled.**

**Marcus**: **He looks towards the windows to see if he can catch who it is outside.**

**Stacy**: Better get back behind that bar. **She turns and runs off towards the bar.**

**Fred**: **She looks to Marcus and shrugs a little.** You never get star struck like everyone else here. You play it too cool.

**Marcus**: I don't have a reason to. **He looks towards her and smiles a little.** They only pay me to look intimidating.

**Fred**: **She pats him on the shoulder.** Keep that stern outlook. **She sighs and turns to look towards the front doors. A tall woman in a long black dress and curled platinum blonde hair walks in, there's an older woman in a grey business suit walking in behind her. Fred narrows her eyes.** All this commotion for a handful of people... Money really does make you important. **She furrows her brow a bit as she watches Natalya.** I better get to the kitchen, I'm not sure if Calypso wants me waiting on the VIPs or if I'm singing tonight, so I better just stay out of the way. **She looks back to Marcus.**

**Marcus**: **He nods and looks back towards Natalya, seeing Calypso almost bow slightly to her as she enters the Flagship with her other guests.**

**Calypso**: **She rises from her bow and says nothing. She'll only speak to her if she addresses her first. If she wishes to walk past her straight towards the VIP room the way is already clear.**

**Natalya**: **She looks at Calypso for a moment, then narrows her strange eyes as they look about the club. Her expression is strange, almost like she's never been to a place like this before. She watches the other people talking and dancing on the floor.**

**Fred**: **She's walking quietly towards the kitchen, almost like she's sneaking behind everyone.**

**Natalya**: I want a bottle of Rose Champagne brought up, whatever kind you have. I want it warmed. **Fred catches her eye for a moment, but the young waitress is already facing away and heading for the kitchen.** ...And a mixed platter of whatever food you serve here. **She looks to Agatha for a moment, then to Calypso, locking her gaze.** The other guests have not yet arrived. **She seems to be asking if they've arrived or not, but it sounds more like she already knows.**

**Calypso**: **She isn't quite sure if she's asking or not.** You're our first arrival, Miss Nadrageel, and may I say we're all so very honored to have you here tonight.

**Acacio**: **He catches her orders and quickly heads to the kitchen to tell Stacy and Fred so she won't have to wait long.**

**Marcus**: He opens the double doors that lead to the second floor VIP room.

**Natalya**: **She looks away from Calypso and narrows here eyes more, and the light seems to catch them slightly, making them flash a strange lime-color for a moment. She turns and heads towards the VIP area, almost seeming to glide over the floor with her long black dress. She doesn't even look to Marcus as she ascends the steps to the second floor.**

**Agatha**: **She walks up to Marcus carrying a small briefcase. She's looking a little overwhelmed.** I'm sure you already have the list of names that will be showing up tonight, I just need to double check that it's up to date. **She rubs the side of her head as she puts the black briefcase down.**

**Marcus**: Can I get your name, miss?

**Agatha**: She lets out a very quiet sigh and shakes her head to gather herself a little.}} Of course, Agatha O'Hara. I'm the VIP's assistant. **She rubs the side of her head again.**

**Fred**: **She walks wide-eyed behind Agatha, her brown eyes darting back and forth between Marcus and Agatha and as carries a large silver tray of food. She makes a weird face, like she's feigning being nervous as she starts to walk up the steps towards the VIP area.**

**Marcus**: **He notices the strange face Fred is making before quickly looking back towards Agatha to hand her the clipboard with all of tonight's VIP guests.** Here you are, Miss O'Hara.

**Agatha**: **She takes a deep breath and grabs the clipboard.** ...Not all of these people will be showing up tonight, but I'm sure you don't care. **She crosses a few names off of the list.** If anyone with a crossed out name attempts to get in, please deny entrance, if they insist feel free to throw them out. **She shakes her head.** If Chris or Orion Nadrageel make an appearance please inform me before you allow them admittance into the VIP area. **She hands the clipboard back and picks up her suitcase.** As we are discussing business that is of considerable importance, and it does not involve their input... Can I get your name, just so we know who is keeping watch?

**Marcus**: It's Marcus, I'll be here all night to watch over your room. **He takes the clipboard back and glances through the changes.**

**Agatha**: **She sighs and picks up the briefcase and reaches into her coat pocket, pulling out a tip that's a few hundred dollars, and hands it to him. She looks to Fred as she slowly walks down the stairs.** Thank you Marcus, if we need anything else I'll be down.

**Marcus:** **He takes the money and nods, putting the tip away without counting it to not look disrespectful. He closes the doors behind Agatha to give her a break from the loud music before looking at Fred.** You doing okay?

**Fred**: That VIP lady's a trip. She's got these wild eyes, scary even, felt paralyzed when she looked at me. **She looks out at the dance floor.** Looks like they're generous tippers though, so I better keep my cool like you. Maybe then I can buy myself a Rolls Royce after tonight? **She shrugs and smirks.**

**Marcus**: **He lowers the clipboard and smirks back.** Nervous? Just do what I do. Imagine everyone in their underwear.

**Fred**: You imagine me in my underwear? **She raises an eyebrow at him.**

**Marcus**: **He tries not to smile as he looks straight ahead, pretty much ignoring her question.**

**Fred**: **She hits his shoulder and then walks off towards the kitchen, shaking her head a little.**

***About two hours later...***

**Fred**: **She's walking down from the stage, going around the dance floor, having just finished singing a few songs as the band for the night was taking a break. She makes her way towards the bar and leans on the counter.** Hey Stacy, get me a water with some Lime?

**Stacy**: **She walks over setting a drink on the counter.** One of the VIPs ordered you a Rum and Coke.

**Fred**: **She looks down at the drink strangely.** Huh? Really? **She looks over to the VIP area's balcony, then back to Stacy.** I'm still on the clock, I can't drink.

**Stacy**: Yeah I know, so I made it mostly Coke. **She pushes it towards Fred.** Mostly.

**Fred**: **She frowns slightly, hating it when VIPs buy her drinks.** It's probably some married old man.

**Stacy**: For your information it was *Thomas Durrance*.

**Fred**: Who?

**Stacy**: Damn it Fred, just drink the *damn* Coke! **She puts a tray of drinks and food on the bar in front of Fred.** And then take these up there. Maybe give Thomas a wink. He's the best looking guy with the blonde hair, even *you* can't miss him. **Someone calls out for a drink and she holds up her hand for him to wait a moment.**

**Fred**: **She reluctantly grabs the drink and drinks down about a third of it. Afterwards she puts her hand on her chest and burps silently.** Put some lime in it for me, will you? **She grabs the tray of food and picks it up, carefully making her way towards the VIP area. She looks to Marcus as she's carrying the tray of drinks towards the VIP stairs.** How are guests doing? **She slows down so he can answer.**

**Marcus**: Very tame. If I were to guess the blonde guy set this meeting up, the others seem so out of place. **He opens the door for Fred.**

**Fred**: Thomas Durrance? Stacy said he bought me a Rum and Coke. Does he seem like a creep? **She knows she should be taking the food and drinks up, but she seems hesitant.**

**Marcus**: **He shrugs slightly.** He didn't say much before going upstairs. **He looks back towards Stacy who's serving drinks to a couple at the bar counter.** Stacy said he's a "mysterious" guy with a lot of money. **He looks back at Fred.** Take that as you will.

**Fred**: Yeah, well, Stacy's opinion on men is sketchy. She thinks all of you are knights in shining limousines, ready to drive her off into the Hollywood sunset...

**Marcus**: **He motions for the stairs when he sees Calypso coming down from her office.** You better get going. And Fred, don't be nervous. This guy can't do anything to you while I'm here.

**Fred**: I'm not nervous, I'll just imagine him in his underwear. **She raises an eyebrow at Marcus and then heads up the stairs. After a few seconds she's in the VIP area, it's strangely quiet.**

**Natalya is standing, looking down at a young man with blonde hair that's leaning back on the couch casually. Fred immediately assumes he is Thomas. As she looks him over, standing there in silence for a moment, she wonders how accurately Marcus imagines people in their underwear if he hasn't actually seen them in their underwear before. Despite it already being very dark in the club, Thomas is wearing silver reflective sunglasses. He's looking up at Natalya as she speaks, not seeming to care about what she's saying.**

**Natalya**: You asked me here ensuring that you has something of worth, but now you refuse to cooperate.

**Thomas**: **He leans back farther, almost into the darkness.** It's not a matter of trust. You obviously have the resources, but if I gave it up now... **He looks to Fred for a moment and then back to Natalya.** ...I would lose any leverage I have over the situation.

**Natalya**: Then you've wasted our time. **She speaks coldly as she glares down at him.**

**Thomas**: You assumed I would just give up information, just like that? ...Why?

**Natalya**: **She lets out a long hissing sigh.** Agatha we make our leave, we've no more reason to stay in this... Den of *noise*. **Agatha looks relieved.**

**Fred**: **She sets the drinks down, not having been purposefully listening in, she doesn't want to get in trouble if the VIPs think she is. As she turns to leave Natalya suddenly moves passed her with a strange swiftness, Agatha trailing behind her. Though Natalya is stone-faced, the older woman looks fed up with the young man they met with. They quickly make their way out of he VIP lounge and down the stairs. Three or four businessmen in the far corner follow them out. After a brief pause she moves to leave.**

**Thomas**: Did you enjoy the drink?

**Fred**: **She stops moving, then slowly turns to look at Thomas, he's taken his sunglasses off.** No offense, but I'm not supposed to drink when I'm on the clock.

**Thomas**: I assumed that, but thought you might enjoy the gesture, though that's not the reaction I saw when the bartender told you.

**Fred**: A lot of the VIPs buy me a drink after I sing... It... Get's old.

**Thomas**: Well at least you're honest... So when will you be off the clock? I'll buy you something then.

**Fred**: I work until closing... **She shrugs a little.**

**Thomas**: **He stands up and walks towards her. He's much taller than her, and something about him almost entrances her suddenly.** ...I'm sure I can convince your boss to give you the rest of the night off.

**Fred**: **She keeps her eyes on him. Marcus's advice isn't working out.** ...I... Really doubt it.

**Thomas**: **He moves her hair from her face as she looks up at him.** ...If you don't want to go out... Just say the words...

**Fred**: ...I... Didn't say that...? **Her voice sounds a little unsure.**

**Thomas**: So you'll grant me a night on the town with the most beautiful girl here?

**Fred**: **She looks at him with a trance-like confusion.** ...I don't think Stacy would say no.

**Thomas**: **He smiles.** You're different than most girls... Smarter... But lonely. I could hear it in your voice while you sang. It's a beautiful loneliness... I've never heard anything like it before... I want to know it, if you let me...

**Fred**: **She blinks a few times in confusion again then looks away.** ...Alright...

**Thomas**: **He turns Fred's face to look back at his and wipes something away from her cheek with his thumb.** I'll have a talk with you boss then.

**With many of the VIP guests leaving early, many of the staff members have a sigh of relief as the tense atmosphere of having a billionaire in the nightclub fades away. Calypso stays near the bar for the rest of the night, having a drink every hour as she tries to figure out what they did wrong. Acacio cleans up VIP lounge himself, feeling like most of his efforts were in vain as he truly tries his best to make his guests happy.**

**For the rest of the staff, many of them enjoy the normal rest of the night. Happy over the tips they made from serving the rich guests. Everything comes to a close at about 4am as everyone finishes cleaning up the club and gets ready to head home.**

**Marcus**: **After the VIPs left earlier he went back to watching the front door for the rest of the night. He decides to go back inside to look for Stacy and Fred to walk them back home, heading over to the bar counter first.**

**Stacy**: **She's wiping down the bar with a wet towel, trying to peel off nacho cheese that seems to have petrified. After a moment she pulls the towel away and then throws it into a tray under the bar. She lets out a tired sigh.** Alright, bar is clean, that means I'm going home.

**Marcus**: **He looks around the nearly empty nightclub, many of the other staff members have already gone home.** Fred still in the kitchen?

**Stacy**: I didn't see her... Actually I haven't seen her most of the night now that I think about it. **She looks over at the far corner of the bar, Fred's mostly Coke with Rum is still sitting under the counter, waiting for her. The lime on it has dried out a little.**

**Marcus**: **He looks a little confused. What do you mean you haven't seen her?** She walks around the club more than any of us.

**Stacy**: Umm... I dunno she went up to the VIP lounge. Haven't seen her since then. That was around ten or eleven I think...

**Marcus**: He looks over towards the phone on the wall. Try calling her cellphone.

**Calypso**: She's not going to answer. **She's standing nearby suddenly, they didn't hear her footsteps as she took off her high heels. Despite having all those drinks tonight she doesn't look drunk, just slightly tired.**

**Stacy**: Oh god, don't tell me she's *dead*. **She puts her hands on her hips.**

**Calypso**: **She looks very annoyed at Stacy's response for some reason. She's not dead. She sits down on one of the bar stooIs, and snaps her fingers, signaling Stacy to get her the usual drink before she keeps talking.**

**Stacy**: **She sighs, even though she's technically off the clock she turns and grabs a bottle off the wall.** Well what happened to her then? **She starts preparing the drink.**

**Calypso**: I gave her the rest of the night off.

**Marcus**: What? **He looks confused again.** Was she sick?

**Calypso**: **She crosses her legs and is silent for a little again as Stacy prepares her drink.** Oh no, nothing like that. It was a request from one of our VIP guests.

**Stacy**: No *way*. **She puts the drink down in front of her boss and her eyes light up.** Did she actually leave with Thomas Durrance?!

**Calypso**: **She raises her fingers to her lips and makes a "my lips are sealed" gesture.**

**Stacy**: **She smiles at Marcus.** Oh, hoho. She actually took my advice for once! **She pours herself a drink in a shot glass.** I'll drink to that! **She downs the drink immediately.**

**Calypso**: **She immediately takes another drink when Stacy does, just another reason for her to drink her sorrows away.**

**Marcus**: **He looks down, a little unsure of why Fred had to sneak out of the club with that guy.** I'm... gonna start walking home. **He looks towards Stacy to see if she's coming too.**

**Stacy**: **She nods, grabbing her purse.** Yeah I'm beat. **She looks at her boss for a moment.** Hey don't sweat it, they bought a *ton* of expensive drinks for how long they were here. **She turns and quickly hurries after Marcus not actually wanting to get stuck talking with her boss.**

**Marcus**: **He leaves the front door open for Stacy while she catches up to him. The two of them start walking down the sidewalk together. It's a cold night and the streets are more empty than usual, both people and cars.**

**Stacy**: **After she catches up to Marcus she starts speaking.** I'm sure she's fine, Fred doesn't just go out with anyone.

**Marcus**: I didn't take Fred for the "mysterious millionaire" type. **He shrugs a bit as they start crossing the road to the next sidewalk. He knows he sounds a bit stupid since people usually like money anyways.**

**Stacy**: Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice Marcus Linnel? **She looks back and forth as they cross the street, with few cars on the streets it really doesn't matter to even bother looking though.**

**Marcus**: I just have a hard time trusting those types of guys. **He looks annoyed as he remembers telling Fred to imagine everyone in their underwear. He closes his eyes and sighs.** ...I'm so stupid.

**Stacy**: Fred's smart, I'm sure she'll be fine... **As they near their apartment she pulls out her keys.** She *needed* a night off with some new company.

**Down the alleyway near their front door, they hear some light snoring. There's a bum sleeping nearby behind some empty cardboard boxes. They can only see his legs but it's apparent it's a homeless guy.**

**Marcus**: **He just stays quiet, not wanting the guy to wake up and freak out, while Stacy gets the door open. This isn't anything new to them but it's still unpleasant.**

**Stacy**: **She opens the door to the apartment building and goes inside. She whispers.** Why are there so many damn homeless people in this town these days? **She goes inside the apartment building and starts walking up the stairs to their hall.** Where do they even come from- **She stops, seeing Fred laying in the middle of the hallway, passed out in front of her apartment. Her hair is covering her face.** Fred?! **She runs down the short hall to reach her friend, pulling the hair from Fred's face. She looks pale.**

**Fred**: **She mumbles something unintelligible, but looks really out of it, like she's incredibly drunk or she's been drugged.**

**Marcus**: **He standing over both of them, seeing Fred's clearly drugged pale face.** Fred... **Despite all the bad outcomes of what happened playing through his head his friend's safety comes first.** She's pale... I'm calling 911.