[color=cadetblue]R I T A  R O S S [/color]
[hr][sub]Night Of The Dance[/sub]

Rita had been blowing off her parents for the rest of the week, ignoring their calls and going pretty much awol from them. She couldn't stand them this week, not with all the shit going on with school. Not after she 'accidentally' tore the door of her father's BMW in a fit of anger, even if luckily, her dad never found out that she was the one who had done it, he only found the wrecked door on his lawn in the morning. She was angry, and she needed to punch someone - or something.

She had done her makeup in order to look 'scary'. Black around her eyes, like she had been crying out her makeup, and made her skin even paler than it was normally. She worse a skintight white dress that ended by her thighs - way too short to be fit for the high school's liking, she was sure, but that was kind of the point, after all. She also bought ten inch heels, but she decided last minute to skip those, instead putting on her regular combat boots. Her hair was made to look messy, instead of the straight look she usually kept, making sure she looked as messy and ghostly-as she possibly could. As she had been leaving Georges apartment, she thought of a couple of finishing touches, with red lipstick she drew a big fake smile on her cheeks, as well as putting on a lunar-necklace around her neck, so she could at least pretend to care about the theme of the dance.

Once she arrived at the dance floor, she let out a loud sigh. [i]The Weeknd? That's the kind of shit they want us dry-humping each other to?[/i] She grabbed a red cup, and cursed the fact that there was no way there was booze at this place.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse, and a stroke of genius hit her. She poured half the glass with the punch, and marched onto the dance floor, where she grabbed Sebastian by the arm. [color=cadetblue]"Cutting in, you don't want to deal with this fuckboy, anyway."[/color] She dragged Seb to the side of the room, and pushed him to the wall. [color=cadetblue]"I will go crazy if I have to stay sober the entire night. Where's the god damn booze, Scott?" [/color] She hissed