Sarah watched as Jon continued to walk away from her without much problems in Paris's high heels. ''The wish worked all too well' Sarah laughed to her self, she knew it would since this stone was so powerful. As the pictures she had chosen were being printed out for when she either caught up to Jon or he came after the 4 hours were up, Sarah wondered to where Jon might have went. The malls were most likely closed by this hour, besides some of the more ''crappy'' malls in this town, but Sarah knew better than to expect Jon with the personality of Paris Hilton would even think of going to a place like that.
''I wish I knew where Jon was headed.'' She whispered to the rock as a bright light started to come out of the rock.
''So...He's headed to a club.'' Sarah told her self as the glow fainted. The pictures were just about done printing, so she only had to wait just one more minute or so than she could head out and show him more photos...or just watch him make a huge fool of himself.
Jon was stuffed a bit in the crowds on the main streets. He was wondering why people weren't scattering, espically the young men, when they saw him walking around. Any man would kill to spend one with him, but the guys he passed....just kept giving him real weird looks when he winked to them.
When he got to the bar, the first thing he did was grab a drink. The drink tasted a bit...strange as it went down his throat, but Jon ignored it. He ordered a few more drinks from the Tender, and just sat at the bar for a bit, trying to find his first ''boy-toy''.
And there he was. He was on the dance floor, going from girl to girl. He had a killer stomach, and such an amazing face. Jon just wanted to see what his partner in his pants looked like.
Once he had gotten off the floor, Jon approached him, trying to look real sexy as he got closer to him.
''I saw you on the dance floor, stud.'' Jon purred, as his finger moved up the guy's chest.
The guy looked a bit freaked out. Here he was, just trying to have a good time and get some action, and this cross-dresser was hitting on him.
''I'm not gay, you faggot.'' The guy said without much care.
Jon was completly shocked. A guy had never said something like that to him, let alone with that attitude he heard in his voice. This guy musta been real drunk, but boy was Jon steaming.
''Why you....'' Jon began, but was cut off by himself when his hand just acted on it's own and slammed the guy across his cheek.
The guy couldn't believe it. How dare this..this freak smack him just because he didn't wanna have sex with another guy. The guy shoved Jon with much force, and Jon fell to the floor hard.
Some people were staring as the guy commencied a series of hard kicks to the side of Jon. Jon was in a lot of pain. What kind of man would hit a girl like he is doing? The guy picked up Jon by his shirt and started to slam his fist into Jon's face and stomach for another few minutes.
Finally, he stopped, but Jon felt another strong hand upon him. No, it wasn't the guy's, but it was a bouncer's.
Jon was thrown out right in the Bar's back, and yet Jon still couldn't believe how these...urchins were treating a star like him. He knew what he would do, he would sue this bar of everything it had. That would be far. He would than find out the guy that beat him and have him jailed for years, just for the hell of it. Oh how Jon couldn't wait to do all that.
Walking back to the main street, Jon looked around for a bit. These people didn't have the best fashion sense, so he didn't see to many people that appealed to him. But than...he someone he had just seen probably a couple hours ago.
It was that girl. Jon didn't know her name, and really didn't care. So Jon just wanted to ignore her, and he continued walking along the street. But the girl...she started to follow Jon.
