With a flick of her wrist she motioned for the driver to park near the club. Grabbing her iPhone she sneered at the driver "Pick me up at midnight SHARP! Our you may kiss your job bye-bye!" She flipped her hair over her shoulder and reaching into her black Chanel handbag, and grabbed her platinum colored Dior lipgloss and applied a thick coat, winking at some guys as she strutted to the front of the line and pushed some girl out of the way. "I'm V.I.P, Tom Barlow is my father!" she smiled sweetly, and the guard gave her a V.I.P pass. Rachel had a perfectly golden, tanned body, she took off her limited edition Dior glasses placed them in her bag. She loved the dress she was wearing, it was classy and perfect the clubbing scene. Rachel sat down on a coach in the corner while the music blasted and people started to dance, Rachel was a talented dancer but she hated the thought of dancing with such "poor people".

[OOC- can be a girl, but I'd prefer a guy]

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