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    Over me: chapter 3

     

    The cab dropped me off at the Plaza at 7 and I was greeted at the door and led into the pre-awards bar area. I proceeded to order a vodka cocktail and sipped it awkwardly, looking around in vain for someone I recognised. Then a sweaty-looking guy with sparse, spiked hair that I just knew had to be Bob Wilson approached me.

     

    “Hi Dana!” He shook my hand damply. “Bob Wilson.”

     

    “Hey!” I replied, as enthusiastically as I could then quickly extracted myself from him.

     

    “So glad you could make it!  I’ll let you mingle then maybe I can introduce you to a few people? Big fans of yours! Your kind of people, you know!”  He laughed a little too loudly.

     

    I took a larger sip of my drink and nodded, whispering ‘asshole’ under my breath.

     

    “Okay then!” He grinned, backing away. 

     

    I wandered around the slowly filling bar, wondering if I should get another drink now or wait a few more minutes. I grabbed a couple of canapés from a passing waiter and checked my watch trying to calculate when I would be able to leave. Apparently the award I was presenting was about halfway through the evening.  I was just taking a bite of a mini sushi roll when I heard:

    “Dana?”

     

    I spun round and inhaled sharply choking on the piece of roll. Alice was standing in front of me, her face a picture of surprise.

     

    “Jesus Christ!” I coughed, trying to breathe. “What are you doing here?!”

     

    Alice frowned, her forehead crinkling cutely.

     

    “I’m here for Ethan! He’s nominated tonight. What’s your excuse?”

     

    I fiddled with my cocktail glass and tried to look casual.

     

    “Ah, I’m presenting actually.”

     

    Alice rolled her eyes.

     

    “Don’t tell me: Most promising new writer of the year?”

     

    I thought back to the card I have been given. “Yeah, why-“

     

    Alice shook her head. “It just had to be… That’s Ethan’s category.”

     

    I must have looked confused as Alice sighed and continued.

     

    “He’s a sports journalist, Dana. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him.”

     

    I shrugged, trying to regain my equilibrium. I felt myself beginning to blush as the shock of seeing her subsided and I took in how she looked and the scent of her perfume. She was wearing a chic chocolate brown gown that perfectly set off her eyes, and boasted a pretty revealing neckline.

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    1. I felt a little bit bad for Dana in this chapter, but not too too much. lolShe may be right about Ethan. He seems like a bit of a jerk. I wonder what Alice is going to say to Dana. Thanks for the update!

    2. Love it!!This story just keeps getting more and morr interesting as it goes on. You write Dana’s character so well, I always thougth she was one of the more complex characters on the show but you’re doing amazingly. Keep it up :)

    3. I love how everybody was drunk at the awards ceremony. And yeah, Ethan’s an egotistical jerk and a half. The again, Dana’s not blameless. I guess I feel bad for poor Alice. Lara too, a little, since dana’s just basically stringing them both along at this point.

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