Let's Make History (Ramon)

[Ilsa Richmond]

She was 17. She was pretty sure she looked 17, especially with Ramon, who was was definitely over 17 and definitely looked it. Besides, she never even got stopped when trying to get into Spellbound. And let's face it- regardless, if she wanted in, she was getting in.

The reason why it was even on her mind tonight was that they didn't have tickets to see the Wrackspurts playing here. It had been a last minute decision for them to want to come, and how was that her fault if they were sold out? She wasn't terribly concerned though.

While they stood in line, she turned and smiled at Ramon. Not only did she intend for them to see the show, she intended for them to meet the band, whatever that took. She'd done her research, too, and all the guys seemed like nice guys- the types that would definitely take her and Ramon backstage. This was as good as being a done deal, really, and she was excited enough that she was having a hard time standing still.

True to her work, all it took was a little sweet talking to the bouncer ("I had no idea there was a concert tonight. We just want to hang at the bar- I swear we won't move"), and they were in. The smirk on her lips was enough to show that she was proud of herself for it, but she was already on her next mission. "We need to get up front," she announced, eyes on the stagehands who were setting up the instruments and a drum kit.

[Ramon Salvatore]

Being with Ilsa was a lot like riding a roller coaster in the dark. You were moving at a breakneck speed, following wild twists and turns, climbing hills and falling down... sometimes even going upside down. You could either fight the feeling... try to peer through the darkness and see what was coming up next and risk getting sick to your stomach, or you could just close your eyes and enjoy the ride, let the path take you where ever it wanted. Luckily for both Ilsa and Ramon, he was very good at the latter. He liked to tell himself that he was in control, but the truth was, this was Ilsa's show... it almost always was. He was OK with that. He liked to watch her work her magic. It, like her, was really a thing of beauty.

Sitting at the bar with her, sipping on a drink he'd ordered to help them blend in, he glanced toward the stage and the growing wall of people between them and it. There weren't assigned seats, of course, or even any seats at all. This would be easy to work to their advantage. The bouncer who'd let them in was outside, and no one would know they weren't supposed to be there.

"How are you planning to get up there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.