... jaded ...

after letting go of kuzco, megan felt a lot more free and the burdens of a relationship without feelings for each other washed away with the tears she shed, oh, for about 5 minutes.

after reflecting on her life the last couple of years, she realises that experiences has not been kind to her, but the lessons learnt were more valuable than anything else.

would she prefer to had led her life differently? no. this was exactly how megan would have led it. this was exactly how megan would have turned out to be.

without these experiences and lessons, she would never be the jaded person that she is today. nothing surprises her anymore about the things people would come up with and the things that they would actually do, leaving her with an unfazed expression.

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denzel had his back up on the wall, one hand holding his hennessy on the rocks and a cigar, and another hand around megan's waist.

"babe, u don't know how crazy i can get.. i'm crazier than anyone that u have ever met."

"really, how crazy can you get? have u ever seen me go crazy?" with a raised eyebrow.

"oooh, so how crazy can you get?"

denzel was charmingly good looking and a desirable ladies man frequently women-handled at the bar.

but not going anywhere with the conversation, and megan hates it when denzel is half drunk. the conversations starts making less sense and his words gets incoherent. megan unlatches herself from his grip and heads back to the dance floor with her friends.

it was gorgeous sophia, cutie rozie, cheery cheri, suave brian and sexy xander burning the floor. megan sashays over and is caught by xander into a spin and drop.

*click*

*flash*

the socialite photographers finally caught their picture of the night.