These are excerpts from a fan-fiction I'm writing...Elizabeth Webber "Elle" and David Gandy are supporting characters in the story...I found a way to get my dream couple via fan fiction. This first excerpt is when Elle and friends are out and about on a Friday night and... Beware: Elizabeth is nothing like she is portrayed on General Hospital.
Yes, this is a plot-point for their own story .... which is coming soon.
He meanders the space as he's done every night for the past six months...he's prepared for this all his life; midway he stops in his tracks, in the middle of the room his gaze sweeps to the left, the right...ahead, behind.
Yes, everything just so, by design, especially ordered, carefully selected, special editioned, attention to every minute detail from the shape of the expansive bar winding intricately throughout the room, the type of glasses and table tops. Nothing but the best... from the interior designer to the DJ, even though noone will know they're best until after this night.... They're fresh, every song specifically selected, a nice mix to suit the clientele, a little hood music, techno rock, old school disco beats, when tonight winds down a little jazz ... chilling music.
He punches in several digits to access a private area that no one yet knows about, not even his manager his partner. It was constructed before anyone was hired, a living loft space that's accessed by his office office only .. not much of a view, there's no full windows but its privacy is well worth it. The loft that no one knows exists, not yet anyway, and if he can swing it no one ever will; definitely not Truth's personnel the entry can only be assessed in a remote section of his office staff isn't aware of....its possible it'll get out sooner or later but for right now it offers a privacy that's desperately needed. The stairs lead to a generic corridor, the far wall of book shelves slides,
He's back on the floor, one of his carefully chosen waitresses approaches him tenuously,
"Got to keep it moving.".
Here we go....
"Nope not tonight you're taking that pony tail down and going out with us, this time. I'm your mejor amiga, no excuses."
Kantos keeps pressing it, "we've had the best new club intro all year the buzz for tonight has exceeded my expectations ..."
"This. Cynthia Sheridan can take us to paradise ... with venues like her Sutton Place Party, Tribecca films, Fashion week, Hot Lists, the Vogue deal will put us on the....."
Half an hour later they're sitting with Rio, Melanie has drifted off somewhere barely finishing a first round, waiting for another when, she returns whispering, "Don't look now but Mr. Tight ass is right over there and he's coming over here."
Elle rolls her eyes while trying to think of a derogatory remark that'll take him down a peg she confronts him without a hello,
"Well I guess you missed the book I wrote."
Poor Elizabeth after all the machinations, the source of her frustration stands right before her. Elle' picking up coats and purses concedes as best she can, "We won't have fun here, lets' go somewhere else there's a new place across town opening tonight." For someone who doesn't go out much she's well informed.
Rio's eyes questioned "Why?"