a/n: This was originally supposed to be a little companion one-shot for my other BTR one-shot 'The Sound Of Scissors & Sleep', but that idea sort of got away from me the more I wrote it, although it could still be tied back to it in some ways. I just thought it was only fair to write a cutesy Jagan fic after making a Kenlos one (and I also got kinda inspired thanks to my friend Mads who loves James and Logan, so this is dedicated to her :D), so here we are. I didn't get a chance to edit this fic as much as I usually do though, so apologies for any mistakes and I hope the story's not too messy ( T ^ T )
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It's a well-known fact in the modern corporate world that Arthur Griffin, fourth most powerful CEO of America and head honcho of RCM-CBT GlobalNet Sanyoid Corporation, absolutely loved his grand parties. He had a tendency to schedule at least one or twice every week, usually making rounds for each of his company's numerous divisions. This time around, it was the Music Division's turn, and Rocque Records was slated to hold the event for a Big Time Rush benefit bash.
A benefit for what, exactly?
James Diamond was willing to bet for Griffin's expensive kajillionaire ego, more than anything else. But he wasn't really complaining. At least it gave him a fair excuse to dress up, look good, and maybe even get his flirt game on.
He was, however, rather miffed at how early it was. Seriously, who the heck holds a party at five-thirty in the morning? That's like the end-party hours, not the start of one!
So there he and his three best friends were, all fashionably attired as they stifled their yawns and played nice for the cameras, trying their best to keep their lethargy at bay with the underlying threat of Gustavo Rocque's iron fist. Once the press got bored of snapping photos that dazed their bleary eyes and asking prying questions that they could barely answer coherently and passed around like a mini-game of telephone, the band was finally allowed to freely roam the event and interact with the rest of the crowd.
It was clear from the get-go that each of them would be having different ways of going about the benefit bash. Carlos instantly made a beeline for the catering table and started viciously attacking the entrees. Kendall, on the other hand, gave subtle wary glances left and right, before whipping out a walkie-talkie from his back pocket and not-so-subtly doing a forward roll to duck behind a nearby line of bushes; no doubt beginning to put another one of his infamous Knight-plans in motion.
Meanwhile, James wasn't planning on doing anything crazy—at least, not for the moment. He simply stepped back to scope out the possible lucky targets for his Diamond flirt-fest. Kelly had invited some of the hottest up-and-coming popstars upon Griffin's behest, so there were a lot of really pretty girls to strike up a conversation with. If James played his cards right, he'd probably get livened right up and have snagged an awesome date by the end of this snoozefest party.
Let's see...a cute redhead looking kinda bored next to the kentia palm, maybe I could get her more interested...pretty in pink over there's talking to Gustavo, ooh, she's really gorgeous...but maybe I'll try my chances with foxy-eyed spring rolls girl first and catch up with her later, when the big time papa dog's fully out of the way and won't snap my super-toned calves off for being such a friendly charmer—ugh, like I can help it—and...hey, who invited a zombie to this party?
