it's always M G M day [OPEN]

[Madison Grant-Moral]

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Sporting her favourite little black dress and newest burgundy pumps, Madison hopped out of her lime coloured Jeep Wrangler and made her way towards the bar doors. She grinned, noticing a group of girls that had been freshmen when she was in her senior year of high school. Poor under-agers. She winked and blew them a kiss. Sucks to suck huh babies? And with that she opened the door into a world strictly reserved for adults like herself.

After flashing her ID and darting to the side of the room quickly, MGM nabbed a booth that was in one of the corners. Apache Valley was a small town, everyone knew everyone. There was no way in hell she was getting caught with any random losers that spotted her. Who's here tonight? She peered around the dimly lit room. At first glance it didn't look like much, but she knew in the crowds of people there had to be someone decent to talk to.

Alabama Slammer, and don't forget the cherry this time. Madison barked at a passing server who nodded and scurried off quickly, trying to avoid MGM's infamous attitude. She pulled out her phone. 32 new text messages. A smile made its way across her face. Well wouldn't all you losers like to know what I'm up to tonight. She replied to a select few messages and deleted the rest. Her drink came and she sipped away, still scanning the room for anyone with potential. Going out in this town sucks. MGM concluded, small town comforts were not ideal for a girl with Cadillac tastes.

[Odette Capulette]

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'Okay Odette, you can do this...' Odette reminded herself as she walked up to the bouncer with long, graceful strides, of which she learned from her ever-so-fabulous mare, Venus. She flashed him her fake I.D. and hurried inside, only to be called back. She grimaced and turned, a very serious expression plastered onto her face, just for the sake of the moment. She strutted to the bouncer and looked at him, crossing her arms. "Yes?" She asked, tapping the toe of her black heels in a steady beat. The bouncer held out his hand- it was her earring. "You dropped this, ma'am." She looked at him for a moment before clearing her throat, snatching the earring, and walking away, expertly maneuvering in her sky high shoes.

Releasing a sigh of relief, she smoothed down her own little black dress. It was a plain black strapless, mini of course, but had lace over the silk single, with lace quarter sleeves. Her nails were painted cherry red, along with her lips. She had went with a smokey eye look tonight, to draw attention to her face, which was framed by long blonde locks, curled to perfection, and pulled-back bangs. Her red leather handbag was clutched in her hand nervously, but she refused to let it go before sitting down. Nervously, her sapphire eyes scanned the room, trying to find somewhere to sit. Seeing an empty booth in front of a chick with auburn hair and her own version of a mini black dress, she darted over and sat down, laying down her bag gently on the table, as if cautious to release it from her grasp. A final sigh and she relaxed, ruby lips smiling. She had done it! Now this was a story for her blog.

[Madison Grant-Moral]

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A perfectly plucked and shaped eyebrow raised as MGM spotted someone who actually knew how to dress. That's a first. She scoffed, glancing around the room filled with last season jeans, worn t-shirts, and ball caps. She sipped her drink, studying the newcomer closely. Under-ager. She could tell, namely by the look of terror on the girl's face when the bouncer called her back over a dropped earring. The way the girl collected herself, strut right up to the bouncer she had fooled, and swiped back her accessory made Madison smile. Reminds me of someone. She remembered back to her own under 19 days.

The girl made her way to the edge of the bar, trying to keep a low profile MGM assumed, and sat on the bench across from her. Madison winked at the table adjacent to them, all of which were staring with fear, knowing how the notorious MGM would normally react to a stranger sitting at her table uninvited. She stared across the table at the petite blonde and half smiled. Nice save there, for a second I thought you were going to totally blow it. She took the final swig of her drink then beckoned the server to bring two more. The Alabama Slammer is the only thing worth drinking here. MGM explained as their drinks arrived and she slid one over to the other girl.

Sitting back, Madison studied the girl more closely. She certainly had more style and class than anyone else in this town. She looks like mini Amanda. She remembered her best friend and a frown made it's way across her face. Amanda had left town for school, leaving MGM all on her own at university and AVA. She snapped out of it. Don't be a whiny bitch MGM. She gathered herself, and half grinned again. I have to say it's nice to see someone else that would know the difference between a Michael Kors and Steve Madden pump. That dress is perfection. She took another sip from her drink. I'm Madison, but everyone just calls me MGM. If you haven't already noticed, I'm a bit of a big deal around here. She waved her hand in the direction of the peering neighboring tables. What else can you expect though I guess, most of these people have never left this town.

[Odette Capulette]

Odette sat there and looked around, not even acknowledging the older woman in front of her. She just wanted to find someone she knew and leave the poor girl alone- she probably had a date. But, if she was going to appear as an adult, then of course she'd have to act like one. But when the woman actually spoke to her, her head snapped around, sapphire eyes big with confusion. 'Did she know? Oh, she knows. Oh, well, hopefully she won't rat me out. Now that would be childish.'
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Nice save there, for a second I thought you were going to totally blow it. The Alabama Slammer is the only thing worth drinking here."

The younger girl nodded and grasped her drink tightly. Of course she'd had a wine or two here and there, but a real drink? Odette didn't know what to do, so, she copied the woman, sipping lightly and setting the glass back down flawlessly. She exhaled silently, fighting to urge to make an "ew" face and looked back at the person in front of her. She seemed familiar, but Odette couldn't quite pinpoint where she'd seen her at. Before she knew it, she realized she was chewing on her glossed bottom lip- a nervous habit, and a bad one at that.

"I have to say it's nice to see someone else that would know the difference between a Michael Kors and Steve Madden pump. That dress is perfection."

At this the blonde gave a little laugh. She understood what she was talking about- this town was a fashion disaster. She followed the girl's look and peered around the room herself, seeing rugged jeans with scratched off sequins, scuffed shoes, and frayed jackets. Odette shuddered a little, and returned her gaze to the woman.

"I understand. This town is certainly not known for the fashion. You'd think they were all poor, dressing the way they do." Of course some may have been, but Odette decided to play it dumb and act like she was from the rich part of Apache. But, as this girl had seen through her adult disguise, she could possibly see through that, too.

"I'm Madison, but everyone just calls me MGM. If you haven't already noticed, I'm a bit of a big deal around here."

Bingo! Odette knew she'd known her, but couldn't place her. Madison's name was glittered into everyone's conversations- even her own, though not by her lips. She'd never met the lady, so how would she know? All Odette understood was that Madison was a seriously bad bitch in this little kennel, and not without a sense of dress too. Leaning back and taking another sip of her drink, Odette let her talk on, almost silent the entire time. Her big blue eyes searched the girl, studying her, judging her. She seemed to know what she was talking about, but a little bit on a high horse. Detta cocked her head at Madison and spoke.

"I have noticed, but since I've never met you I've never taken part in the gossip. Nice to meet you, Madison. My name is Odette. Odette Capulette."

Another sip of the drink, and Detta was beginning to enjoy herself. This is what she came out on the town for, after all. Once finished with her drink she summoned a waiter and slapped her empty cup onto his already full platter and requested a wine. She watched as he walked off hurriedly, listening to Madison speaking.

"What else can you expect though I guess, most of these people have never left this town."

Odette huffed and nodded a "yea, totally" face taking over her collected expression for only a moment. "Well, I honestly wouldn't know- I'm not from here. Moved here only a few years ago. I'm still getting used to it." She took her wine from the waiter and sipped, liking this beverage a lot better.

[Madison Grant-Moral]

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Madison smiled, she liked this girl. Anyone that could take her shit and throw it right back at her got a pass in her book. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as they mutually glanced around at the fashion train wreck surrounding them. Levis and beer t-shirts, these people will never learn. She grinned at the younger girl, MGM was pretty certain most people had heard of her. Gossip was a trademark of Apache Valley, even if you were quiet as a mouse people still talked about you. I'm certainly no mouse. She thought to her self, smiling down at her drink and taking the last swig.

The server came over and MGM shook him off. No more, I have to drive. He nodded and scurried off quickly. She returned her gaze to the girl who had introduced herself. Odette Capulette. She'd heard the name before, just in passing, but she never forgot a name. Well Odette, I'm glad to hear you've chosen to ignore the gossip. This town is actually bullshit. She laughed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. According to these idiots, she motioned to the rest of the room, I've slept with everyone's boyfriend, stolen money from my dad, and been pregnant at least 4 times since high school. She laughed and leaned back again. People in this town are just bored and jealous of girls like us. Madison raised her eyebrow again, surprised at her own comment. Girls like us. Normally she was never so generous to put anyone at the same caliber as her, but this girl had style and an attitude that reminded MGM so much of herself.

[Odette Capulette]

Odette kept switching her gaze from the tacky dressers out on the floor, to her hands, which were folded on the table, and then to Madison. Had she finally made a friend? She'd been in this town long enough to have at least a few acquaintances, but so far no luck. School, Venus, and her applications to different schools, primarily AVU (the Fashion Dept., of course!) left her with little time to socialize. However, since the loss of her most trusted electronic companion, the poor laptop, she'd found herself much more interested in meeting others, despite her shy appearance. Detta saw Madison roll her eyes and fought back a giggle- she did, however, smile softly.

" Levis and beer t-shirts, these people will never learn."

The blonde mumbled in agreement and smiled back at Madison, aware that she was thinking about her opinion on gossip and, of course, what people were saying about her. Though she understood- the System was the same way. Odette, very shy and polite, had been talked about constantly, even by the adults in her life. She was so happy to get away from it for a while, but Madison was right. It seemed she was right back to where she started. Releasing a silent sigh, the blonde dame listened to Madison again.

" Well Odette, I'm glad to hear you've chosen to ignore the gossip. This town is actually bullshit."

"Yea. I'm used to gossip, but I thought it would be different here. Obviously it's not. But, I'm lucky to be here with my.... dad, and as long as I have Venus, fashion, and college, no one can touch me. I'll crush them if they do." She said with a proud tone, playing with the little umbrella that the waiter has oddly stuck on her single glass if wine. Her striking blue eyes looked up and met Madison's', showing her seriousness. She had worked way too hard to let a bunch of tacky bee brains ruin her now. Flipping her blonde locks over her shoulder she sat up straight, tired of slouching. Without hunching it added at least an inch to her height, which was rather tall anyway.

" According to these idiots, I've slept with everyone's boyfriend, stolen money from my dad, and been pregnant at least 4 times since high school. People in this town are just bored and jealous of girls like us."

Odette rolled her eyes. Of course they would attack the prettiest girl in town and accuse her of such, and she seriously doubted any of it was true. She was tempted to tell her the lies that had been said about her in the System, but that would give it all away, so she kept it to herself and found something else to say.

"I totally understand. Being pretty isn't easy. Usually, you gotta fight tooth and nail just to stay on top- but in a town like this, it looks easy. Like, too easy. We may get bored without some friendly competition." Detta looked straight at Madison, her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in a "what do you think" kind of way.

[Madison Grant-Moral]

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Madison listened closely for once, a rare occurrence in her self-proclaimed princess life. She nodded and laughed in agreement. There was something different about Odette, some aspect to her story she hadn't revealed, but Madison wouldn't press that. Everyone has secrets. I'm sure as hell not about to dish out my life story in some dingy bar in Apache Valley. She rolled her eyes when she mentioned that she'd hoped Apache Valley would be different. Ya you really can't win these days. Leave this place and your history follows you. Come back, and there's about 101 ridiculous reasons why you left in the first place. Madison shrugged her shoulders, the gossip actually bothered her more than she would ever let on.

Letting Odette speak again, a smile spread across MGM's delicate face. This girl is tough as nails. And she has confidence to boot. A laugh escaped her glossy rose lips as she nodded in agreement. Ya this place can get pretty boring, what with no one even playing the same sport as you, let alone being in the same league. She smiled and twirled a piece of hair around her finger. You'll have no issue running your grade here. Boys will be dropping at your feet left, right, and center. She released the loose wave she'd been playing with and returned her gaze to Odette. You remind me a lot of my friend from high school. You don't take any shit. If you have an issue with anyone around here, just say the word. MGM was an only child and a sibling, specifically a little sister, was the one thing daddy's bank account couldn't produce for her. Might be nice to take someone under my wing. She shrugged at the thought.

[Odette Capulette]

Odette took the short time of silence to mull over what she's discovered about Madison. She was obviously the ring leader around Apache, anyone's gossip could have told her that, but now that she was in her presence, it was almost like a slap in the face. Just her looks were signs to back off, but being a Foster kid, she had always pushed her limits with her foster parents and social workers, even the adults that took care of them the few times she'd been at the orphanage. But it was the other kids she'd never wanted to socialize with. Sometimes she went days, weeks, and a time or two a month without speaking to a single soul, besides the adults. But now that she was one, it was time she got out of her shell and made herself a name. And what better person to help then the infamous Madison?

" Ya you really can't win these days. Leave this place and your history follows you. Come back, and there's about 101 ridiculous reasons why you left in the first place."

Detta mumbled an agreement. She defnitely understood what she was talking about. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think of her past. But, she had to stop worrying about what happened and focus on what's to come- college and shows.

"Yea, I totally understand that. Bitches are gonna bitch, no matter where you're at." She rolled her eyes and took out her cellphone, looking at the messages. Most were from Charles- he was worried and wanted her to come home. She bit her lip and weighed out her options. She could say her phone died and she was talking to a new friend and lost track of time, which wouldn't be a total lie... Odette slipped her phone back into her purse and took a long sip of her red wine.

" Ya this place can get pretty boring, what with no one even playing the same sport as you, let alone being in the same league."

Odette scoffed and looked around pointedly. "Um, are you sure that there's even a league around this town?" By the looks of it, the only league was the one that she and Madison had put themselves on. Even the guys, however hot they were, had absolutely no sense of style and looked like confused scarecrow in their patched jeans and frayed plaid shirts. Odette had the urge to buy them all new outfits for them all for Christmas.

" You'll have no issue running your grade here. Boys will be dropping at your feet left, right, and center. You remind me a lot of my friend from high school. You don't take any shit. If you have an issue with anyone around here, just say the word."

"So far, no luck. But this is my first night out- no doubt they'll be flocking soon. You see the way he's looking? And he has a date too. Tsk, tsk, that boy's like a deer in headlights. I bet his date won't be happy when she sees him looking at us. Oh, well, we could all use the drama." Odette said, waving and smiling at the young adult leaning against the bar to see past his date. He was truly the epitome of lame, what with is holey Levi jeans and obviously fake polo shirt. He didn't even match! Detta sighed and leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table. Taking her phone out, she tapped away until she got to "add a contact" and slid the phone across the table to Madison.

"Thanks, I appreciate it- I'll message you, maybe we can go shopping some time? Show them all how it's done."

[Madison Grant-Moral]

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Madison nodded in agreement, regardless of the secrets Odette was keeping to herself, she'd had a similar go at it what with gossip and lies. Wonder what her family is like. A family was something MGM had always wanted and envied. Her parents had her out of necessity, what married couple didn't have children? However neither one was winning any parenting prize, preferring to just toss money, clothes, and cars her way in exchange for her silence and cooperation. A businesswoman from the start, Madison could go months without seeing her mother and weeks with no word from her. Her dad took it hard, turning to the golf course, his buddies, and a 26er of Jack Daniels for comfort. Sometimes he'd stumble home drunk at all hours of the night, wander into her room, and call her Maddie like he used to when she was young. Maybe her family is fucked up too. She had always assumed that's why she'd turned out to be such a bitch.

Not even attempting to cover it up, Madison turned to look at the guy in question. She laughed instantly. Typical Apache boy. Making eye contact with his not so amused date, she winked and blew her a kiss before turning back to face Odette. Pathetic huh? Don't worry, AVU has a much better selection. Only because some of the guys are from out of town.

Reaching out with a perfectly manicured hand, MGM caught the phone as it reached her. She smirked down at it, seeing nothing but shocked stares from the neighboring tables. I know what they're thinking, this is when she gets up, drops the phone into that glass of wine, and leaves. She rolled her eyes. She'd only done that once, and that lying, little bitch deserved it. Not this time. She picked up the phone and typed in MGM and her cell number, then took a quick selfie to set as her contact photo, before sliding the phone back across the table. I have a feeling you and I could shop Apache clean in a few hours. I'll drive us to the city sometime, then we can do some real damage. She checked her own phone, 8 texts and 2 missed calls from Chase, he latest fan boy. Ew. What a turn off.