Making A Debut (open tag)

[Sloane Taylor]

Sloane woke up that morning with a slight headache. The buzz she got was not from alcohol though, it was actually repercussions from yesterday. It was as though yesterday finally caught up with her and wanted to take revenge on her head. But surprisingly it took her a much shorter time to deduce the situation with Tyler at her feet without his shirt on and Bree on the left side of her queen sized bed with her red hair fanned across her face in one of Sloane's countless silk nighties. After a night of celebration, both had decided to crash at her place. The memorial was that morning. And they were due there in about forty five minutes. Sloane slid out of bed noiselessly and went to shower quickly before slipping into a simple black wrap dress that hugged her body quite nicely and decently.

As she blowdried her hair, she nudged Bree gently, not knowing how to wake her best friend since they had never had a sleepover before. Looking at Tyler, she let him sleep in. Boys didn't need too much time getting ready...do they?

Bree groaned and tried to wave Sloane away, but her friend was remarkably persistant. "Wha?" she mumbled and then remembered the memorial. "Oh!!!" She sat up and almost fell backwards again, dizziness making the room spin. "Gotta look good," she said and climbed out of bed, heading immediately for a guest bathroom, not realizing Bree had already showered. She showered and dried her hair, French braiding so it wouldn't look as unkempt as normal and then applying her make up carefully. Wrapped in a bath sheet she checked with a maid to see if one of the servants had brought the clothes she needed. She was given a garment bag and she headed back to Sloane's room to see if it was safe to dress there.

Sloane was ready and she went to the kitchen to start on her breakfast. Her two brothers sauntered in one by ond before they called on her dressing. "You're going to a memorial in that?"
Sloane shrugged and scooped a bit of cereal into her mouth and waited for her two friends to come down.

Bree shrugged seeing there was no one in the bedroom. She pulled on her black lace underthings and a garter belt to hold up her old fashioned stockings with the seam up the back. She fastened them with the garter tabs before pulling on a black dress that was alternating shiny and velvet wide vertical strips. The neckline was deep and the waist cinched by a wide belt. It went down to mid-thigh, not too risque, but still showing plenty of long, slender leg. Black lace gloves, black and grey spectator pumps and a black hat with a black veil completed the outfit. She was dressed appropriately but she would not blend in.

Tyler showered quickly, knowing they had to get going soon if they wanted to be slightly fashionably late. If he was at home, he would have taken much more time to get ready, but he made do with what he could. He glanced at himself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, well dressed as always. He always loved how he looked in a suit. Running his hand through his hair, he made his way back into Sloane’s room, his jaw dropping open at the sight of Bree. “Wow Bree, you’re gorgeous. You’ll get more than a few looks for sure. Shall we head down?” he invited, offering her his arm before leading her downstairs to find Sloane.

Just as they approached the kitchen, Sloane was almost done with breakfast so she wasn't really concentrating on their entrance but once she was done and she saw Bree's arms in Tyler's, she had to gape. Even the other two Taylor brothers were slack jawed. They had never seen little Bree Marcus dressed so...
"Bree..." one of them said. Sloane didn't register who but she couldn't help but smirk. She tossed her bowl and leaned against the counter. "Well, well...aren't we ready." She said, eyeing Bree from head to toe.
The Taylor brothers couldn't help but continue staring.

Bree was glad to slip her arm into Tyler's. She knew she looked good, but she felt steadier holding onto him, plus she knew it added to the impression. She smiled at Sloane's brother's who had never truly noted her before. "I think I am ready, but I am really nervous. I hope no one has heard about my Father," she said not sure how much attention she was ready for.

After quite a few moments of awkward silence, Sloane cleared her throat and smacked her brothers up the back of their heads. "Quit staring at my girlfriend."
Both grumbled before going back to their breakfasts. Sloane grinned and walked out to the door, knowing the other two were going to follow. She grabbed the keys to Tyler's car and looked for a pair of pumps that went great with her dress and slipped them on at the entrance. Once she was sure not a hair was out of place, she reached for her small clutch that held her phone, her ATM card and some loose cash. Without stopping to wait for the other two, Sloane's pumps clacked over the smooth marbled floors before they went on the cracked uneven stones as she made her way to the garage that housed two convertibles, her beloved Lincoln and Tyler's car.

Pressing the button on the automated car key, she unlocked the car and slid into the front seat only to start the engine. Sloane smiled as she heard the engine purr. Now that she was sober enough, she realised just how lucky she was to be behind Tyler Durnham's car wheels. She knew he had a thing about other people handling his baby. Sloane was lucky she was a skillful driver even under pressure and she didn't make a scratch last night trying to escape from the Marcus household.

Once the other two were nearby, Sloane slipped out of the front seat and occupied the backseat instead.

The drive over to school was filled with unintelligible mind chatter which Sloane didn't seem a part of so she contented herself with looking out the window. Her clutch vibrated and she took her phone out. Voicemail? Huh...

She held the device to her ear and was immediately bombarded by Nolan's gruff voice. A small smile lit her face as he explained about the plan for today. It actually disappointed her that he won't be able to make the memorial but the after part got to her. And she was dressed accordingly too. Not too fancy not too casual. She was somewhat excited to see what was in store for the day. Sloane wasn't sure if that was a good thing. She had never been excited for anything except the big...picture.

Sliding the phone down to her lap, Sloane entered a text to tell him to pick her up at an appointed time so they could make brunch. Slipping her phone back into her clutch, she spent the rest of the drive quiet and with a small smile.

The auditorium was more than half filled when they arrived. "Let's get the show on the road, kiddos." Bree's hands were already through Tyler's arm and Sloane took the other arm and played the grieving classmate as the three of them walked in the auditorium, arm in arm.

[Tyler Durnham]

Tyler was glad Sloane had thought better than to drive his baby, and got into the back seat again. He was about to insist she did, so it saved him the effort. And it was a great pleasure to have Bree by his side as he drove. He didn’t think he would try his usual games with the girl, he felt oddly protective of her given the previous night’s events. But, he enjoyed her company, and she had an undeniably gorgeous figure. He would not refuse her if she made an advance, he was a gentleman after all. But for now, he was content with the type of relationship he enjoyed with Sloane. Even if he didn’t know what kind of a relationship it was. He guessed he could be considered friends with both women. Which amused him. He couldn’t remember ever considering a woman a friend, and not just a current or future conquest.

He couldn’t help but take a slight interest in Sloane as he drove, looking at her in his rear view. She seemed rather interested in her phone, he wondered who the boy, or girl was, that had her attention. Getting to the school, he parked and opened both car doors for the women, taking Bree’s arm in his own again. Nearing the auditorium, he laughed at Sloane’s comment, pleased when she took his free arm. No guy could ever possibly mind having two beautiful women on his arms.

“Lots of attention already. And I don’t think much of it is for the two of us, Sloane.” Tyler laughed, glancing around straight away for Maggy. He had thought a bit about the girl since yesterday, annoying enough, wondering how she was faring. “So ladies, shall we take a seat? Or would you like to mingle?”

[Sloane Taylor]

Just as they were about to move any further, Sloane's clutch vibrated once more and she took her phone out, secretly hoping it was Nolan telling her he was actually coming. That's annoying.

But it was Lochlyn, asking her for Bree's number. "Eat my shorts." She replied quickly with one hand and thought of asking Nolan to get here now. She wasn't supposed to even be here with Tyler and Bree. If she wanted the other two to go through with their plan and actually succeed, she's going to have to get out of the picture.

So she slid out of Tyler's arms and turned to them, placing a kiss on each of Bree's cheeks before patting Tyler's cheeks affectionately. "Actually...I think I'm going to skip this. Too many sad faces does not make a happy Sloane."

"And besides...I apparently have a date." Sloane said as she moved around them to exit the auditorium, her fingers tapping in Nolan's number and pressing the dial button. "We're doing brunch." She gave them both a smile and waved her phone at them. "Have fun. And...try not to do what I wouldn't." Sloane chuckled before pressing a finger to her lips and shaking the same finger. "No...don't take my advice." She laughed again before turning back towards the exit and leaving.

[Bree Marcus]

Bree blushed at Tyler’s compliment, petting his arm in appreciation. She wasn’t sure if the girl he was looking to make jealous was there or not, but she figured with the school grapevine it didn’t really matter. And there was always Gossip Girl if nothing else to spread the word. Leaning her head against his triceps she looked up at him through her long dark lashes. “I don’t know Tyler, you always get plenty of notice wherever you go,” she said in an appropriately appreciative manner.

“Okay, Sloane, go and have a good time. If I remember there isn’t much that you wouldn’t do, so I shouldn’t have a problem with that order,” Bree said with a musical laugh, drawing the looks of nearby males, most who she didn’t know. She hugged her friend and then returned to Tyler’s arm as if that was her God-given place in life. “Call me later we have to finish planning for my Birthday Bash Friday Night.” She waved to Sloane as she left, hoping this Nolan was a good guy. “Where do you want to sit, Tyler?” she asked looking at him as if he of course would know the best place to sit.

[Tyler Durnham]

A smile lit Tyler’s face as he turned to look at Bree, who pointed out the obvious, but it was nice nonetheless. Of course he always got attention wherever he went, he was a Durham, rich and with the promise of power close behind, plus his gorgeous looks always helped, as did his charm. He knew his strengths and he played to them after all. Though the woman on his arm would soon be getting her share of looks, if the short time they were here already was anything to go by.

“She has a date? Is she able to just date?” Tyler wondered aloud, amusement creeping through his voice. He seriously doubted it. It would be like him trying to date, sticking to only one girl. Not only did it seem impossible, he loved his women after all, it seemed pointless. What was the reasoning with sticking to only one when he could have whoever he wanted? The boy, or girl, currently involved with Sloane would soon get quite a shock, he decided, if they were seeking anything more than casual.

“Well, let’s try the front. It will give people plenty of chances to admire us.” he laughed softly, resting a hand on Bree’s arm as he escorted her down to the front of the auditorium. Separately they looked incredible, so he knew just how good they would look together. But, from what he knew of her, this wouldn’t make Maggy jealous, get her interested. Really, she should be already so it bothered him that this wasn’t the case. But, his two female friends insisted, so he relented. Surely they would know better than he.

“Birthday Bash Friday Night? Sounds interesting Bree.” he grinned, staring at her intently from bright blue eyes. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

[Bree Marcus]

“Birthday Bash Friday Night? Sounds interesting Bree.” he grinned, staring at her intently from bright blue eyes. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“There is a difference between a date and dating,” Bree said archly yet quietly, her eyes sparkling out a challenge. “Personally I think Sloane is ready to go deeper than a one night stand, it’s been coming for a while. She has more to her than that.” She didn’t forget the role she was playing but Sloane was her best friend and she couldn’t allow her to be insulted.

“The party is going to be a my father’s hotel which we are closing down for everything except the party. It’s going to be called ‘The Gala Pajama Ball and Sleepover’ The guys will be invited to stay to 1:00am and the girls can sleep over. The bar and restaurant staff will be there, so it should be great. Everyone has to wear bed clothes or they won’t be allowed in,” she told him, unable to keep from telling him about the event which she was eagerly anticipating even if she was slightly tiffed at him about Sloane.

[Tyler Durnham]

“Relax Bree, I’m not insulting Sloane.” Tyler spoke softly, calmly, his eyes bright with amusement. He spent most of his time watching women after all, he could tell when one was annoyed at him. Most of the time anyway. “Besides, if she were here, she would be inclined to agree with me anyway. Even if I see some truth to your words. After all, ask her yourself, she’s Sloane Taylor, a heartbreaker after all. She won’t settle down, her views. Besides, to imply that was an insult would be insult me. Nothing wrong with that way of life. I think it’s something you could even enjoy Bree.” he grinned. The woman was changing before his eyes, it seemed. And he liked what he saw.

He smiled at her description, thinking it was definitely something he would attend. He would have to anyway even if he wasn’t interested, for Bree. He was just glad it sounded like it would be an interesting night. “Bree, your hotel now, I do believe.” he reminded her gently. She had taken the news of his death rather well. He wasn’t surprised though, after only the brief glimpse he saw, he felt she should be celebrating.

“Sounds like it will be quite a bash.” Tyler grinned, leading her over to the front row of seats, but he didn’t make an attempt to sit down yet. “Well, it looks like I have some gift shopping to do before Friday then. And, if you don’t mind of course, it is your birthday after all, but may I invite a couple of people? I do know a lot after all, and I think it’s only right you start socialising with the proper people now Bree, seeing that you’re out of your shell. There’s Melodee Riker, you may know her already. And the Hastings from Silver. The female, Riley, I’m sure you’ll get along with fine. You just might have to watch yourself around Jasper. I like the man, reminds myself a bit of me.” he chuckled. “And, now, is there any way I can talk myself into be allowed to stay for the sleepover? I do love sleepovers.”

[Bree Marcus]

The fire in Bree’s eyes banked to a low smolder, willing to accept he wasn’t deliberately insulting her best friend. She supposed to Tyler that would be a compliment since he preferred free and easy women. She wondered how long she would last in his social circle. She definitely wasn’t going to be free and easy. She might not have anything to lose, but what she had was worth a lot. “All right, truce then. But it’s all right to enjoy Sloane’s ways, but do not imply she is anything less than a lady where anyone can hear it. She’s my best friend and that’s all that’s important.

Bree blinked in surprise. It really hadn’t occurred to her that she was now a very rich young lady. Her father had been a high echelon executive at a major movie studio and he had always been very wise with investments. Purchasing low and refurbishing businesses until he could sell them high and he would then invest his profits in his next project and a portfolio of stocks that almost guaranteed that Bree would never have to worry about marrying wealthy. She now owned hotels around the world, apartments, small businesses, and a publishing firm. She recovered quickly, “Oh of course, my hotel, well one of them,” she said, flipping her hair back self-consciously. It seemed to her confidence should be easier to acquire.

“Of course you may invite some friends, I know you wouldn’t bring anyone unsuitable, at least if you want to survive the evening,” she said, suddenly thinking of some unsuitable that he might bring. But as she had no desire for ladies of the night at her seventeenth birthday party, she thought it best to warn him. “As for the sleepover…. If you are clever enough to evade the security staff when they gather up the boys at 1pm to leave then you can stay. But I don’t want the parents to think I allowed you to stay.”

[Tyler Durnham]

“Oh, I would never wish to imply Sloane is anything but a lady.” Tyler smirked just slightly, before a more genuine grin graced his face. “Don’t worry Bree, she’ll get no such insults from me.” Even if neither of them would willingly admit it, they were friends, he and Sloane. She was his first female friend, as in, not a conquest. Not that he hadn’t attempted to make her one, but the girl had managed to resist his advances so far. Even if she caved, he couldn’t see their enjoyable ‘relationship’ changing in the slightest. The terms seemed to please them both. And now Bree was to be his second female companion, it seemed. He wasn’t all bad, he wouldn’t attempt to seduce the girl. Not for a little while after all. He had decency, and if that wasn’t enough to stop him, Sloane would more than happily cut off his balls if he attempted any wrong doing when it came to Bree.

He laughed at what he conceived to be a warning from the redhead. “Don’t worry Bree, as if I would associate with anyone unsuitable. I have my own reputation to think about after all. And you know how it goes, reputation is everything.” He brushed off a speck of dust from his suit, completely oblivious to the admiring glances both he and his fair companion were receiving. He was well used to them now, he only paid attention when he wanted to. The women would always be waiting for him anyway.

Being the only male in a hotel sleepover, in the company of what was certain to be the most beautiful women Gould and Silver had to offer. That was a temptation Tyler couldn’t resist. He would find a way to evade security. And if he couldn’t, a wad of bills would be sure to divert their attention. An opportunity like that didn’t come every day, after all. “I’ll be sure to be clever enough. I’ll see if I can talk one of the lovely attendees into letting me hide in her bedding. And don't worry, the parents will be none the wiser.”

It was only now he let himself scan the room, his smile widening a little as he took in the admiring stares. “It looks like I’m not the only one appreciating you Bree. You’ve got the makings of quite a few admirers on your hands.”

[Bree Marcus]

“Yes but the reputation a young lady is supposed to have and the reputation a young man are suppose to have are far different and women of ill repute would enhance yours while lowering mine to a dangerous extent,” Bree said with a raised eyebrow. Beneath the social exterior she was rather amused at the thought, but would never give Tyler any encouragement in that direction.

“I don’t want to know ahead of time; it is best you leave me out of your machinations,” Bree replied regarding his idea of hiding in someone’s bedding. She would turn a blind eye perhaps, but she wasn’t going to aid him in anyway.

She discretely looked around at his comment, but was fairly sure the looks were for him. “To your right about 2 rows back mid row. I think your Maggy is looking disgruntled and it is directed in our direction,” she whispered before giving a melodious laugh and laying her hand upon his shoulder in a particularly intimate manner and leaning closer to him. “I will have to see if May or Sloane can insure her presence at my party Friday. I think she will be ready to bite soon.”