The Publicity Stunt

Chapter Two

The Publicity Stunt

Chapter Two

"And what would you li- Woah wait, you're Allison Starr! Everything's on the house, what would you like? Alcohol? I won't tell anyone," the bartender said with a wink.

He was pretty cute with shaved black hair and friendly chocolate brown eyes, but he looked about 25 years old, a little too old for my taste.

I let out an easy laugh, "No thanks, just a virgin Shirley Temple please."

He rose an eyebrow and smirked, "Virgin? Sure? Not even a little alcohol? It's your party after all."

I rose my eyebrow in return, "Yes, I'm sure, but thanks for asking. I think I'll be just fine without it."

He rose his hands in surrender, but smiled anyway, "Alright, alright. I'll get that right up for you. And don't worry, it's still on the house"

I sighed as he turned around to make my drink. Talking to people and taking pictures is a lot of work and I felt dehydrated and tired already. I needed some sugary soda in my system to perk me up. I still had a ton of people left to talk to, including taking pictures with them, and it was already 12am. I could be watching Netflix in my hotel if it weren't for this party. Or better yet, I could be asleep in my hotel room.

"Here you go, Miss Starr, 100% alcohol free. Just holler if you need anything else and I'll be right on it." He said, placing my drink in front of me before he saluted at me and turned around to talk to more people who sitting at the bar, most likely waiting for their drinks to be made.

"Hey wait a second man, could you get me a glass scotch please? I'm not drunk enough for this party and to be dealing with these kind of people," a deep, smooth voice said, before taking the seat next to mine as I started to drink my Shirley Temple.

"Of course, Mister Scott." The bartender replied, before walking away briskly.

"Ah, well look who it is. The Starr of the party," Dylan Scott said looking at me, smirking at his own joke.

I laughed and gave him a nice smile, "Hi Dylan, I don't think we've met before."

"We haven't because if we have, trust me, you would've remembered me by now," he flirted, winking at me with his pretty blue eyes.

I rose an eyebrow, giving him an uninterested look, "Really? You don't seem that memorable to me."

He scoffed, "I've very memorable, trust me. All the ladies I've met seem to think and tell me so."

I took a sip of my drink and gave him a sweet smile, "Well maybe I'll remember you, but I doubt it."

Before he could reply something back a photographer practically ran up to us, rather excitedly, "Allison Starr and Dylan Scott?! My oh my, can I get a picture of you two please? This is gonna be big news!"

I was about to decline nicely, but Dylan was already wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close, "Of course you can. Smile pretty for the camera man, Ally."

I put on my fake, Hollywood smile, but before the flash went off Dylan pressed his soft lips to my cheek, making sure the camera got it.

The flash went off and the photographer ran off happily. I turned and glared at Dylan.

"What the heck did you do that for?"

He looked at me surprised, "I just kissed you on the cheek, do you know how many girls will want to be you and how much publicity that photo is gonna get when people see it? You should be thanking me, not yelling and glaring at me. You looked a hell lot better when you didn't have that scowl on your face."