[@Yvain]

	[color=6ecff6]"Pfft!  No way!  E-cigs are for pussies!"[/color]  Practically guffawing at her comment, Liz, as if to spite the scrawny brunette with a bird's nest on her head, took another drag off her cigarette.  My was she a forceful one too.  Really, if anyone dared to slap a cig out of Liz's mouth, either they'd be pounded into raw meat or stabbed Jack the Ripper style by her switchblade..which she just carried because it was badass.  [color=6ecff6]"Eh, fuck it.  I'll quit when I'm dead."[/color]  She mouthed off.

	Well, there was one thing Nylah had pegged right, and that was Liz didn't really give a fuck about her, or being her friend.  Her?  Friend's with some stuck up bitch of a celebrity?  Maybe next time she'd go skating on the freeway.  [color=6ecff6]"Yeah, fuck you too."[/color]  She muttered under her breath watching Nylah stroll away.  Jeez...what a weird bitch.

	Back on her skateboard she was then, lazily skating down the sidewalk, until her phone started buzzing.  She stopped for a moment to check it, a message from [url=http://cdn.playbuzz.com/cdn/95a27f0a-9757-4756-8d57-44807fa02480/9f2b64b3-dd64-478e-be6d-bc13ed548978.jpg]Zane[/url], her bass player, popping up on screen.

[color=f26522][i]]> Anarchy in LA bitches!  Sum stupid celebrity gala shit goin' on tonight!  Me and Deac gonna crash it!  You in?[/i][/color]

	Liz thought about it for a moment or so, then...here came that devilish smirk of hers.

[color=6ecff6][i]]> Fuck yeah! \m/  Where's it at?[/i][/color]