A short corkscrew tale of how one person entering a contest could change the lives of three friends. One eventful weekend may just pave the road for a journey they never thought possible. The first installment of a four story series.
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With much prodding and rushing, they were all three standing in line at the venue doors by 7:30. There was already an extensive line forming. Panic was rising. What if they couldn't get in early? Security personnel issued them a saving grace, calling for all VIP passes. It was hilarious. All were being told to wait until 8 AM, except for Cathy, Jen and Lidia. In they strolled, first mission accomplished by 7:37.
They had close to half an hour left to explore before other VIP's would be let in and before they had that meeting to attend in the back. An hour and a half before the Con actually started. As they were trying to get a game plan together looking around, they became separated. There were quite a few people around, setting up still, walking around, etc. Lidia was thirsty, she'd heard there was going to be free food and drinks back there, from that twaty rep. She saw the black doors and headed for them, headphones blasting in her ears, gold VIP badge properly displayed with the lanyard around her neck and the badge resting just under her rack.
The security guard by that door physically stopped her. Suddenly swinging his arm out for her to bounce back from like a rubber bumper. She pulled an earbud out, stepping back and asking, "Is there a problem?" He glared at her, "Yeah, you can't go back there."
Lidia laughed while lifting up her badge, "I cunt twat? Gold VIP, dipwad. Means All Access. Better radio somebody." The security guard crossed his beefy arms over his ballooning pectorals. As if he would be intimidating. "Not on my watch, powderpuff." he stepped in front of her, full body, blocking the door. He was too close, his forearm brushed across her boobs, purposefully too damn close. He needed that creeper smirk punched off his face. Fire blazed in Lidia's eyes and she was about to light him up.
That's when an arm slipped around her waist, pulling her a step back, a hip connected to hers, a man's left hand rested on her outer left thigh. Normally she would have spun swinging, but there was something very calming about this touch. It was a tall guy, black hair and a rock body. Then the realization hit her. Damn she was hip to hip with..."Ian Somerhalder. She's with me." He held up his badge with his name on it.
Wide eyed Lidia's head slowly turned to look at him. Ian had a brilliant smile waiting for her. Their eyes locked. That's when they had a moment, totally one of those...moments. Which was broken by the asshat laughing, "And is that name supposed to mean something?" Lidia's head snapped forward and she put her arm around Ian's waist, mimicking what he had done, the casual slide. She felt the shiver it gave him. "Wooow. For real? Maybe if you pulled your head out your steroid shootin' ass long enough to use your eye balls. You'd recognize the heartthrob from Vampire Diaries. Helllloooo! Star status! The reason you're getting paid today!" She shot at the security guard, motioning toward Ian while saying 'hello' and drawing attention to his body more than anything. Jen noticed thorough the window in the door the commotion that was going on. From what she could tell the security dingbat didn't want to let her girl in, then in swooped - holy crap!
