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Post by CYNTHIA MARLA MOREAU on Sept 21, 2011 10:21:50 GMT -5
  tagged: everybody! wearing: click! words: 275!
Cynthia opened her bathroom window, leaned out and lit a cigarette. If she had inhaled the actual air instead of just smoke, she would've sensed fall approaching, but this wasn't a moment to enjoy herself.
In approximately half an hour, the two-story penthouse apartment she lived in with her parents would be crowded; just as it was on many other Friday nights. Her mom and dad had their ideas of what went on in their home when they were out of town - they'd been teenagers, too - but as long as Cynthia was responsible enough to clear the place of evidence before they came back, they just acted as if nothing. The occasional stain of wine on a couch pillow and a left behind small bud on the terrace were ignored until the daughter with embarrassment noticed it and quickly, sneakily got rid of it. Anyway, point is that Cynthia's parties are more a tradition than occasion, and more a public happening than private house party. All the guests didn't even know the hostess, and she didn't mind; the more the merrier.
Cigarette pressed against the windowsill and tossed away. Cynthia puckered her lips in front of the mirror and gave her lipstick a final touch-up. She ruffled her hair and made her way to her parents' bedroom door, and locked it. She walked downstairs to the living room and plugged her iPod into the dock; now generic party music was playing from the speakers around the apartment. Cynthia went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of Absolut and 7up while swaying her hips to some crappy Ke$ha. Let the party begin.
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Post by SELENA RAY RIGHT on Sept 21, 2011 16:07:19 GMT -5
outfit.
selena was already fucked up when she decided to go to another party. tripping on a bit of acid and high as fuck, the small fifteen year old girl made her way down the sidewalk, knowing her friend derrek would probably show up later. opening a bottle of vodka she adjusted her dress. she wore a black dress, black tights and high heels. she went a formal thing and got trashed after.
Going to Cynthia. A girl she liked and would almost would consider to be her friend, knocking and then just opening the door, Selena smiled Hey, Baby." She told her, smiling.
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