i'm kind of a big deal__ jared

[Zarah Hurley]

Zarah had no idea who was playing, she wasn't even watching and the noise was just so loud. It wasn't hard to drown in it, however odd that sounded. Somehow because of how loud the music was, Zarah could just ignore it and let it just be noise, not noise in the background. Just noise. And pretty good noise at that. Someone how bought her a drink, she wasn't even sure who had, but she had it in her hand and a group of people around her. But she wasn't talking to any of them, she was just sitting there in her own thoughts. Every now and again someone would talk to her or sit down next to her, but not for long. They'd soon turn and talk to someone else, or stand up again. Why was she suddenly anti-social? It wouldn't last for long, that was one thing that she could count on. As soon as another song came on which was more... er, lively, she'd probably be up with the crowd jumping about.

And there was the cue, a guitar riff and a drummer pounding his kit and Zarah was off her seat handing her beer to the guy who'd been trying to get some conversation out of her. Before she even knew it she was in the centre of the mosh pit, a guy holding onto her so she wouldn't fall over. You would have expected guys in mosh pits to not care about anyone else, but this one apparently did. Zarah didn't even look at him but carried on moshing to this song that had just started. She hadn't even paid attention to the band, or listened to any of their songs but now she was up she couldn't think about anything else. But then again she was a little concerned about this guy's hand on her back and the crowd that was pushing them both together. Was this really caring for her? Or was this feeling up some randomer because he thought he'd get lucky? "Get the fuck off me" Zarah turned to look at the guy, not recognising him.

Finally she was sick of being in the mosh pit because of this guy. Pushing him out of the way, she managed to get past some of the other people around. It was hard to fight through the crowds though. She could remember when she first came to this club, not many people knew about the place. But her Dad had taken her there, because of their love of live music it was one of the things they liked to do together. But now her Dad was out of town and she hadn't wanted to stay in the empty house. That had always been one of things Zarah really hated, an empty, quiet house. So she had gone to one place she knew there would be live music. Now where was that guy with her beer - crap. She felt herself fall to the floor after colliding with someone. God, stupid how she always managed to lose herself in her thoughts and then do something to make a fool out of herself. Dumbass.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared muttered. "I'll die of thirst and then the inevitable demise of Xerox will follow and my death will be on your hands and then the band will not be happy and then everything will collapse and George will turn to alcohol and get some random girl preggers and he'll have to pay child support which he can't afford and he'll end up going into rehab and dying of liver failure and it'll all be because of you not getting me a drink!" Jared said in one long breath. Danny just looked at him - a look that clearly said 'no, go get it yourself you lazy shit'. Jared sighed and got up off the red couch.
"Save my seat," Jared said. He walked across to the metal stairs, removing the VIP ribbon that kept the uninvited losers from coming up and he walked down the stairs. Jared got the bottom, walking toward the bar.

Jared approached the bar when he done a double take - he recognized that girl only too well. He smiled and turned to walk after her.
"Now, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Jared asked. "Surely Miss Hurley doesn't drink," Jared said, an eyebrow raised at her. "Drinking isn't very eco-friendly, y'know," Jared said. "In the amount of time you spend hungover you could have gone out and saved a few worms from being eaten by a bird... how do you feel about that?" Jared teased.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Zarah Hurley]

Zarah had pulled herself to her feet and realised now that she had no idea why she was there. No band was playing that she knew or liked, or paid attention too and no one was there that she knew. Or at least she hadn't bothered walking around to find anyone that she might have known. She dusted down the back of her black jeans and pulled her green top down a little, but not as far as to cover her studded belt. Running a hand through her hair, she noticed that no one had noticed about teh fact she had fallen over. No one was bothered thank god. When people decided to make a big deal out of things, or take the piss out of her, she usually was quick to anger. And besides, she didn't want to storm out after queuing for a while to get in, and who wanted to go home to an emptyness? At least here there was people. There was noise. There was alcohol and plenty of people to buy it for her.

Now she really needed a drink. Usually she wasn't a massive fan of drinking, smoking and diet coke kept her on track. But for some reason, she had a craving just to drink and then maybe it'd be easier to get to sleep that night. She glanced around, wondering who she could get to buy her a drink seeing as she hadn't found the guy who had her other one. But when she turned around, she saw someone else. A familiar face at last. Why hadnt she expected Jared Wentz to be at The Live House in the first place? Didn't have some sort of job to do with the place? Ah, what a crap memory Zarah had. Although yet she could remember spending her childhood with Jared and his younger brother Deryck. And come to that a lot of other kids of friend's of his Dad. They'd had a whole little crew of band member's kids. Fun right?

"A girl like me? What the fuck do you mean by that eh Wentz?" Zarah replied, raising her eyebrow at him. She'd always got stick from him about having one of those families that were very... well, very all 'animal rights'. Not so much eco-friendly in the whole sense. But she'd known Jared for a long time and he had always teased her. "You know Jared, you're jokes are so old they're getting rusty. You really need some new material. And get yourself a conscience while you're at it." So she had been teased for many years but she'd managed to get the hang of coming up with ways to stand up with herself. "Oh come here you big dick" Zarah rolled her eyes and threw her arms around him in a hug. No matter how much he annoyed her, she still thought of his as one of her closest mates. "And besides, you know for sure that I drink and smoke seeing as you're the one who gave me my first drink and my first f*g so yeah." Zarah pointed out, grinning.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared joked. He reached up and touched Zarah's hair lightly and then crossed his arms again and smiled at her. "And you say I'm rusty? You're a bit like a broken record, aren't you?" Jared asked casually. He watched her for a second, in complete silence, and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around him. Surprised - but it was a nice surprise. They hadn't seen each other for a little while, so Jared supposed it was only to be expected.
"Easy, darling," Jared joked, standing back after the hug and looking at the bar man. "Two vodkas please," Jared said. He got served at the club simply because he worked there organizing the underage nights. It was ridiculous how easy it was to get served even if you didn't work there anyway. He took the vodka and thanked the barman, handing one to Zarah and smiling at her.

"How's everything going then?" Jared asked, drinking some of the vodka. The previous night's activities were forgotten for now, and he indicated toward the VIP section, turning to walk toward the stairs. Jared's parents were naturally close to Zarah's, but becase Jared had moved out a few years ago he didn't see anyone very often unless it was by chance or they were good friends. Jared had become a little detatched from everything, and he wasn't entirely sure what was going on with them anymore. Jared hadn't properly seen nor talked to Zarah's father since Jared's band had toured with Fall Out Boy two years ago. That was sad - Jared didn't even see them around christmas or thanksgiving time.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Zarah Hurley]

"The darkness?" Zarah couldn't help but laugh out loud. Did Jared really think that she was still a helpless little girl, only two years younger than himself? More than likely. She remembered when they were little he was always smug because he was older than she was, always knew more than she did. It had always been the same, but then again everyone had learnt to love it. She ducked when he reached for her hair, but he got it anyway. Then she put her own hand over her hair, frowning at him slightly but smiling. "Well, when you get a conscience let me know and I'll be sure to get off your case." Zarah told him, an amused tone in her voice. Of course, she knew that Jared cared really. Everyone did at some level or another, it was just she showed it more than most people. An old softy as some people said. But she'd rather be a softy than an emotional rock.

"Whatever Jared, you love it. You're practically a womaniser now, but just remember, you only get hugs mate." Zarah joked and smiled. Everyone knew about the reputation that came with the Wentz boys. They seemed constantly lucky with the women, except Zarah had never fallen for that charm and hopefully never would. "Cheers." She muttered as she got handed a vodka from Jared. Just like old times eh? She could remember clearly the fist time she drank and smoked, thanks to Jared. The two of them had been sitting at the bottom of her garden, right at the end where no one could see you. Ever since she had been hooked, not that she had ever blamed Jared that much. That much. "Everything? That's a hard topic to cover in one sentence. But just to satisfy you, everything's going fine." Zarah smiled. Life wasn't bad. "Y'know, I miss you being around. No one's there to ridicule me at all hours. We don't even see you at Christmas or anything. What've you been doing?" She turned the conversation around on to him instead.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said, gasping. "Zarah, I'm hurt... I'm very hurt... right here... you got me right here," Jared said, moving the hand to his chest, holding it over his heart. "A womanizer! I've never heard of such absolute trollop!" Jared joked, walking up the metal stairs, holding the rails carefully. Jared had been drinking a little, so he didn't want to suddenly lose his balance and fall down the stairs - that would be so embarassing. Bearing this thought in mind, Jared made it to the top of the stairs with no problems, and he sat down on the red couch as quickly as humanely possible before something did happen. He looked at Danny and then hugged his vodka closer to him, like the man would steal it from Jared's hands - which he probably would if Jared wasn't careful.

"Ah, I'm glad things are looking okay," Jared said, drinking some more of the vodka. "I've been in hiding, y'see. I accidentally killed our roadie so I decided to go into hiding incase someone figured me out... so, I thought, where better than to co-ordinate my hiding between being an Elvis inpersonator and hiding in The Live House... Thank you, thank you very much," Jared said, putting on his best Elvis impression, which was a bit dismal to say the least. He smiled at Zarah all the same and took another drink from the vodka. "Actually, I haven't been out a lot since we hd our van accident in December," Jared explained. He looked at the rest of his band - Juan, Kyan and George looked back at him for a second and then returned to whatever they were talking about. It was weird not having Tom sitting on the couch with them - Tom was always the life of the party, the boy seemed to be drunk on life rather than any alcoholic drink. Jared looked back at Zarah and smiled sadly, "things have just been changing a bit too fast right now... we're trying to take it slow now."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Zarah Hurley]

A laugh escaped Zarah's lips as she heard his reaction. Of course, he would deny it and then before she knew it he'd probably be off with some other girl. Then who would buy her a drink? Of course she was joking, it was just nice to see her old friend again, even if he hadn't changed all that much. Grown older a bit. "Yeah, like anything I could say would get through to here." Zarah rolled her eyes and knocked on his chest once he removed his hand from his heart. "Or here" She added, now knocking on his head as well. Jared had never listened to her before, what would have changed now? Zarah followed him up the stairs anyhow, a little apprehensive that he might fall back down them straight onto her. Then they'd both fall down the metal staircase and land at the bottom - or in Jared's case, on her. And that wouldn't be all that comfortable for her.

As they reached the top, Zarah looked around her and then took a seat next to him. It was nice to be up here, only he could get her up there anyway. Wasn't it VIP? She downed some of her vodka and widened her eyes and it collided with the back of her throat. Niceee. She had really needed a drink and now she had one, and now she was happIER. As she heard what he had been up to, she laughed again. He'd always been able to make her laugh, or at least smile. "Don't kid yourself Jared, you'd make the shittest Elvis impersonater in town. And anyway, I'm serious...." Zarah began but when he really explained, well half explained, what he'd been doing she nodded. Andy had told her about that crash and she hadn't seen Jared. "My Dad told me about your crash, but I couldn't get in touch with you. You better put your number in there." Zarah said, pulling out her cell phone and passing it to him. "I see..." She nodded, what else could she say?

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared grinned. "I'm a better Elvis than Elvis himself!" Jared joked. He fell silent when Zarah said she'd heard about the accident and he smiled sadly - Jared, Kyan and Juan had gotten away with mere bruises, George had broken his arm and Tom... Tom wasn't as lucky as the rest of them. Jared smiled at Zarah and took the cell phone, nodding to her.
"Yeah, my cell got totalled in the crash," Jared explained, and he typed his phone number in quickly, naming himself 'Zarah's Bootycall', before he handed the cell phone back to her with a smile. He took another drink from the glass and watched the liquid swirl around at the bottom.
"How's your dad then?" Jared asked. "I haven't seen him for a bit," Jared said, understating exactly how long it had been since he last saw Andy. Jared and Andy got along well, as long as Jared avoided talking about certain subjects. He could easily tease Zarah about her involvement with animal rights - and it was far from the fact that Jared didn't believe in it all, because that would be so far off the mark it was unbelievable. However, teasing Andy was a lot more dangerous and scary than teasing his daughter. Zarah saw a little more eye to eye with Jared than Andy did - it was a friendship based solely on the fact Jared and Andy both played drums, and Jared was Pete's firstborn son. The firstborn didn't always get the most attention but the firstborn was often seen to be the most successful, which, at this point in time, was true, but Deryck would undoubtably catch up to him in time.

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[Zarah Hurley]

Zarah just laughed, instead of trying to argue with him. He'd never back down and as stubborn as she was, he was worse. "Well if you say so Jarrrr, if you say so." She grinned and downed more of her vodka. Wasn't much left in her glass now and she was getting more tipsy every time she had more. But she still wanted some more. More alcohol would be nice, she'd have to get some more soon. She took her phone back from Jared and shook her head as she saw what he'd saved his number as but didn't bother changing it. If ever Andy look through her phone, it'd be a laugh to try and explain that it was Jared. She nodded as Jared asked how her Dad was. "He's out of town at the moment. But he's doing good y'know. He's always good really." Zarah said, shrugging her shoulders and looking towards the direction of the band. She couldn't see them properly but the music she could hear sounded good. Good band playing. And that's why she was there wasn't it? "How's Pete?" She asked. She'd alwayss liked Pete, she'd only kept it touch with him a little.

Tucking her cell into her pocket, she got up, before downing the last of her vodka. Maybe it was rude to walk away from the guy she'd just been talking too? But she just wanted to look at the band that was playing for a few seconds. Maybe the vodka had gone to her head suddenly? But she wandered back to Jared and grabbed his hand. "Come on Jared, commmee down and dance or something. I've come here and I want to be down there with the band. But it's nice to see you again... please come down?" Zarah pleaded with Jared, smiling at him and pulling his hand to make sure he'd come with her. It wasn't like anyone really danced at gigs that much, but it'd be funny. They used to go to a couple of gigs, when she could get in with him. She knew that he was a laugh and besides she wanted another drink. She really, really wanted another drink.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said with a smile. He didn't mention his parents getting a divorce - why would he feel the need to? Zarah didn't need to hear about that, not right now when they were actually supposed to be out and having fun like normal teenagers. Except, they weren't normal teenagers, were they? They were like every other teenager except from the families they came from. Jared had grown up thinking of Zarah as a cousin, because that was how things worked when you spent so much time together. A cousin slash sister who he could constantly tease. Sometimes he forgot all though, sometimes he let it all go and had a flirt with her or something, a momentary forgetful moment that she was Andy Hurley's daughter and not someone else. Andy's daughter. In other words, so totally off-limits it was unbelievable.

"I can't dance," Jared smirked. It was true - he wasn't the world's best dancer, to put it nicely. "I don't even like the band, they just draw in a good drunken crowd," Jared said with a smirk. He rolled his eyes though - universally meaning that Zarah had, of course, won. Jared didn't like arguing with any woman, because they'd manage to beat you no matter what. "I'm fucking coming, alright?" he said with a smirk. He handed his half empty vodka glass to George, who passed it onto Kyan who finished it all in one gulp. Jared was already standing up though, very slowly incase he fell. "I'm not the best dancer when sober, let alone when I've been drinking, Zar," Jared told her with a smile. "I'm going to embarass you soooo much," he warned her with a sly smirk.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]