ooc - phew continuation of last post....

once again Paul began his journey home, he parked his car in the same place as before and he walked exactly the same route back. When he came to "Bela Luna" he stopped, thought for a moment and began walking towards the entrance, he went to enter but an arm reached out and grabbed him.

"I'm sorry sir, this is a private party, you need an invitation to get into here" the hulking bouncer said.

"look, i just need to talk to Caitlin, please just let me in"

"I'm sorry sir, i can't do that"

"OK, can you tell her someone needs to speak to her about John Rains"

"I'll try" the bouncer said, grabbing his walkie talkie, he pressed a button "Ma'am theres a man out here, looks to be early to mid 20s wishing to talk to you about a Mr. John Rains. What should i do with him" a voice came back over the phone "ok, send him in, tell him to come to the back office"

"OK sir, you can go in, Miss Matthews' would like you to go to the Management office, its not hard to find" he said as he allowed Paul to enter. After a very short period of searching Paul entered the back office, it was empty... he opened another door in the office to find a bathroom, complete with bath and shower. Inside he saw a woman, with her back to him, wrapping herself in a towel. She turned around to Paul and jumped "ooh", Paul looked away upon instinct "oh erm sorry about that" he said, she walked out of the bathroom in only a towel "thats ok" she said as she grabbed another dress and went back into the bathroom, closing and locking it... a few minutes later she walked out, in her clean dress.

"Hi, i'm Paul Simons, i work with John Rains"

"I know who you are" she said with a slight smile on her face "so what do you want to talk about"

"Look, its about the incident earlier, im terribly sorry about what happened, i heard that John damaged your dress, i hope its not too bad"

"Unfortunately it is, i dont think it can be repaired, its ripped and stained."

"oh dear, erm... here" Paul said as he pulled out his checkbook "you tell me how much it was and i'll write you a check."

"The price of that dress was about $20000"

"oh... erm, thats a bit far out of my league, what should we do?"

ooc - ok, thats my first thing done.... i apologise if thats not the kind of thing u were looking for, if theres anything u think is WRONG then please tell me and i'll edit it, southern charm, you or someone else can determine Pauls fate.