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"No, Tommy, it's fine." Astrid paused as she listened to him continue apologizing. "I know. L.A. isn't that close, we'll get together next time you're in California." Which will be never, she thought to herself in annoyance. Of all the times for Thomas to come to the states it had to be for a two day conference where he couldn't break away long enough to see her. Sighing she tossed her hair and brushed past a pair of girls fixing their make-up in the mirror. "Hey, Tommy, I've got to get back out there. Look me up next time you're out here." Without allowing him a chance to respond she closed her phone and opened the bathroom door.

That was just the way Thomas Goodchild came into and went out of Astrid's life for the past two years. He was not above seducing a teenager and stateside he'd have gone to jail for their physical relationship. She thought she had been something special, sophisticated and mature for her age to attract a man twelve years her senior. What she didn't realize was that while he hadn't exactly played her, he cared about her on some level, it was the thrill of the forbidden nature of their trysts that had kept him coming back. Now that she was half a world away he had someone new, someone closer to his own age. Astrid was naive enough to think he was in love with her. Not that she was faithful to their imagined relationship, she had gone out of her way to seduce the high school's twenty-one year old janitor last spring.

As she exited the bathroom, the thump of bass rolled through her in full. Shoving her phone into the tiny black sateen clutch purse she was carrying, Astrid pressed her way through a group of chattering teens from one of the other high schools to make her way to the 'bar'. Not that she would call it much of one. Astrid had spent two weeks in Berlin over the summer, visiting her mother who was filming a World War II drama there. Now there was a city that new how to make a proper club. The lower drinking age and popularity of house music made it easy to get in and have wild night. But From the Ashes was about the only place for teens to go in Phoenix that provided the same type of environment with a dry-bar mentality. Teenagers were allowed in and even occasionally one might meet some college aged persons, but the little club had good bouncers who kept the creepy old perverts out and the teens safe.

Spotting Michaela up at the bar she made a bee-line for the stool next to her. "Kaela! Darling!" Astrid grinned as she came up beside her and offered the casino heiress a quick cheek kiss of greeting. "Babe, you are so under-dressed, you make me feel gawdy!" Astrid teased.

Of course Astrid was over-dressed, black sateen skinny pants formed a second skin over her legs and she had topped it off with a black tank with violet and turquoise metallic thread woven in. She'd been told tonight was going to be something of a more jazz-club theme so she had dressed accordingly, but she had on a trio of blue and purple glow-stick bracelets on either wrist. Dropping her purse down on the bar-top she waved over the guy serving the 'virgin'-drinks. "Shirley Temple please," she requested and quickly turned on her stool to survey the crowd of dancers. Neon lights and a strobe played over the darkened dance floor, black lights catching bits of white and pastels on people's clothing. It was all very colorful and the comparison to a rave wasn't off though she was pretty sure most of the kids out there had never gone to a real one. Spotting one rather colorful bird in the flock she smiled devilishly. Etienne was moving off the dance floor though toward one of the coveted booths where she could barely make out another his friend Prior.

"Look who's here, Kae," she said just loud enough to be heard over the music. Raising a violet laquered finger she pointed toward the booth. Etienne was still bouncing in his seat as his eyes roved over the crowd. When his eyes passed her way she gave a little wave and blew a kiss his way before turning to accept her drink.