11:34pm. Dick was walking down a corridor at the Grand. He was alone, since he didn't get the chance to get some girl escorting him to the bathroom. Anyway, sometimes the bathrooms at the Grand are used for some things other than sex. Dick didn't know what until he had the sudden urge to urinate fifteen minutes earlier, and realization had hit him.

So there he went. He was taking his time to go back to the party, since he was bored to death. Him, Dick, the king of party, was considering downing a bottle of JD -for the class of it- and going straight to bet, or maybe couch, so he could play x box.

Why would Dick be bored at a party ? Well, first thing first, he was alone. And the fact that he was alone was linked to why he was frustrated. He was alone because Logan was dancing the sweetest dance ever with Veronica, which no doubt would spent the night at his suite. And he was actually happy for that, but still... it was throwing at his face that 1) his bff was busy, 2) he was single.

An other thing, Beav had a girl. Beav was having sex, right now, and Dick not. Is it me or does the world go backward today ??

At this instant, his certitudes about what his brother might be doing crumbled, as he spotted a brown haired girl, with curls, red strikes and a black dress. Ghostworld ?

He ran to her and indeed, it was Mac. "Hey, aren't you with Beav ?" As she remained silent and just looked up at him, he knew something was wrong. She had teary eyes, and looked angry, but not at him for what it seemed. She was waiting for the elevator, and kicked the wall slightly, tapping her fingers with impatience. A stupid idea came to his mind, and he felt the urge to make sure. He touched her shoulder. "Hey... he... didn't do anything to you, right ?" She met his eyes. "Didn't force you, anything ?"

She smiled at how weird it was to see Dick worried, especially about her. She chuckled sadly. "No risk there !" He didn't really understand, but sighed with relief.

They climbed in the elevator and the ride was quiet. When he spotted her whipping quickly a tear, he felt something build up inside him. Geez, what was wrong with his dumbass of a brother ? Dick wasn't single for a long time, but any girl he 'did' weren't that hurt. They were happy. Like, ho my god, I did it with a billionaire. And always satisfied, he made sure of that. Those girls were stupid and boring, but easy lays. And what ? Beav had an actual girlfriend, that he cared about and yadee yadee yada and had apparently messed it up, again.

"Now, what did this stupid fag do again ?!" Dick spat out. Mac winced with disgust and shook her head. He figured she was going to tell him to got to hell, that it wasn't his business. "Dumped me." "Huh ?!" Dick's brain, already blurred by alcohol missed a piece in the puzzle. Now, my bro was about to get laid. Finally. And... He stared at her. She wasn't a model. But she was pretty. Fit and willing, from what Beav'd said. Plus, tonight she was really sex, if you asked him. Any guy would have said yes to chuck it in her. So, were was the problem ? Did she have chest hair or something ?? This doesn't make any sense.

She grinned at his baffled face. She was still angry, but happy he didn't understand either. She doubted it was for the same reasons, but she had had a doubt about the fact maybe she had it coming and was the last to know. Apparently, Dick was surprised Cassidy had left her, so she felt a little better. Just a little.

Ding. The doors of the elevator slid open and the music flowed inside. Dick peeked at the party. Here, good boy. Logan was kissing Veronica, who didn't seem to mind that much. He saw Mac searching for her keys. She was going to head home after that. Great party.. he thought, sarcastically. He sighed. If himself went back inside, it would be the same thing that earlier.

"Hey..." he tapped her arm and gestured toward the other end of the corridor, to the bar. "Wanna kill some time ? Tell me about what happen. Or not. Same. Talk about geek stuff ?" She glared in surprise and grinned at his conception of what she could be talking about. "I didn't bring money." He shrugged. "Come on, I'm a Casablancas. I'll pay for it."