A statuesque woman approached her with long legs and a body as skinny as a stick; definitely a model. She liked girls with meat on their bones, not an imitation of Starvin’ Marvin. “Got a light?” she asked, producing a rolled up blunt from her non-existent cleavage.

A smirk donned her features. The girl in front of her was pretty hot but definitely not worth pursuing. “Sure.” She produced her Zippo and lit the weed-filled cigarette for the woman.

The Model took a long drag and exhaled slowly, blowing the smoke in front of her in a well practiced attempt at making her look sexy. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” She replied as she watched the girl walk off to another area of the room.

To her right she saw a bunch of girls, celebrities and unknowns, sitting around and smoking while talking amongst themselves. It was hard to make out what they were saying over the raucous noise but she managed to hear her mark’s name being tossed around amongst them.

“Nicky,” One very gaunt looking blonde said, “Have you seen him? I wanted to ask him about the MTV Awards.”

“I think he’s upstairs with the bimbo.” Her equally twiggy looking companion said between coughs after a long pull from her joint. “I haven’t seen him in like, a hundred years.”

“That’s so not hot.”

She smiled and made an about-face, walking casually up the stairs, past the junkies, and up another flight of stairs to the second story. When she reached the landing, she was greeted by a hallway of 10 doors lining the left and right sides.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath. Luckily some of them were open as she peered in and moved on when finding them empty until she came to the 7th door on the right. It was closed so she pressed her ear as close as possible without touching the wooden blockade.

A low groan emanated from the room and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes before shoving her hands in her pocket and taking out her black leather gloves. She put them on, pulling on the ends tight and wiggling her fingers around before placing her hand on the doorknob and turning it quietly.

In her head she recalled all the windows downstairs as the door pushed open without a sound.