Initiation.

The word buzzed continually in her head, a word that fueled her thumping heart and glittering eyes, a word that meant this night was certain to be amazing. Alexandra sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, hands clenching tightly to a warm, half-empty mug of hot chocolate as she eyed the girl across the table. Riley. The newbie with the fiery hair and wide ears. The reason 'initiation' was ringing over and over again in her ears. Alex would be lying if she said she wasn't smitten by the girl when she first saw her, the cute face, radical hair, and quiet nature were all strangely adorable, and a sudden need to befriend this Riley had been tugging at Alex's mind since the group had gotten together for the night. While the idea of a party hadn't been said outright, it was pretty obvious they were going to one, seeing as Riley had yet to join them for one before. A wide grin parted her pale face and she arched her neck to take another long sip of her drink, hoping to calm her giddy nerves. No need to waste energy yet.

Around them, the quiet murmur of diner life played like white noise. The whir of a coffee machine, smell of hot food, and whispers of some shadier clientele all mixed and mingled inside of Alex's head, reminding her slightly of what everything sounded like after a full night of alcohol and blaring club music. Speaking of club music, Alex briefly wondered where they were be heading. Perhaps a coat of makeup would be good for tonight. Another smirk appeared and she giggled to herself, leaning back into the wooden chair until she felt her back creak pleasingly, and then she stood, leaping to her feet like an excited child.

"I'm heading to the bathroom, be right back~." she purred before hopping off. As she walked quickly past the large diner windows and nosy patrons, her hands instinctively went up to pull a black scarf over her mouth, eyes downcast until she was finally in the fluorescent lit room. Inside, she finally let out a breath, and pulled off the scarf to get a good look at her face. Pale. Colorless even. Her frail body was covered by a jacket much to big to be hers, and wiry hands dug into each deep pocket to place countless items on the sink counter. Makeup, brushes, sprays, and many other small items piled high on top of one another until the jacket was finally empty, and then she got to work on herself. A fine-tooth comb was dragged through her thin hair, swishing it out of her eyes and styling it to curve just above her darker eyebrows. Blush was applied in gentle strokes, just enough to bring out her high cheeks, and a pale pink matte lipstick was put on with precise slowness. Eye liner, eye-shadow, smokey blue to show off her eyes, and mascara were applied next with quick wisps, and then she stepped back to examine her work. Yes, look pretty, boys just adore pretty-ole-you.

[i]You've been feeling quite agitated, right?~[/i]

Right.

Alex puckered, then smiled once again, ignoring the obvious splash of lipstick that stuck to her front tooth. She had to be cute, had to get in at least one boy's pants tonight. Her emotions had been somewhat out of whack for a few days now, she had became angrier easier, happier slower, sadder, madder, sadder, madder. Sex helped all of that, though. Somehow.

[i]"BPD..."[/i]

Alex is not crazy. Her parents had been wrong, she was just a bit emotional. While the specifics of BPD were still foreign to her (the idea of asking one of the group to look it up for her had never crossed her mind), Alex did know that many people were often institutionalized for the disorder. Meaning that they were crazy. And Alex is [i]not[/i] crazy. The clatter of plastic suddenly drew her attention away from the mirror, and she glanced down, finding a particularly cheap looking makeup case lying on the linoleum floor. Powder foundation covered the tiles, and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she reached down to pick up the broken makeup, chucking it into the closet garbage can before she began to pack up everything once again. Once the pockets were full, she reapplied the scarf around her mouth and stepped back into the diner.

Declan had seemed to return a few moments before Alex, and as she passed behind the gruff looking man she ruffled his hair, flashing him a closed-mouth smirk. Finally sitting, Alex relaxed once more, but quickly perked up when Corey started talking.

"The party at the scrapyard should be starting right about now. Everybody up for it?"

"Duh!" she cried with obvious gaiety, hands rising high into the air, the minor mental crisis in the bathroom quickly being pushed aside to allow the excitement of partying all night to set in. Alex quickly turned her attention to Riley, eyes twinkling brightly,

"It'll be so much fun, you'll love it!" she explained, grinning widely.