[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180111/42d9cccf1604b49e9dce5fb244b1b67f.png[/img] [hr][img]https://s6.favim.com/orig/150630/girl-hair-holland-roden-lydia-martin-Favim.com-2874466.gif[/img][hr][/center] [indent]Savannah sat pensively at her vanity in a silky blue robe, putting the finishing touches on her makeup and judging her reflection in the mirror. Time was ticking, and she was technically supposed to be on her way by now, but she couldn't bring herself to stand up and walk out the door. Her [url=https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/p320x320/25008953_1952707115055069_4607506688830865408_n.jpg]outfit[/url] was picked and laid neatly on her white duvet; the sequined café colored romper, the pair of nude strappy heels, and the tassel earrings awaited Sav, but still, she remained frozen in her chair. Tonight was her debut in a sense. The [i]entire[/i] BHHS student body would be at the party, and it was her job to try and make the best impression that she could. She already had gotten along well with most of the people at school, but in the back of her mind, she worried it was all too good to be true. All she longed for was for people to accept and like her, and she always feared that the opposite was the case. Her brain felt clouded with thoughts as she coated her lips in red liquid lipstick. A small knock on her door pulled her briefly out of her thoughts. [color=crimson][b]"Come in!"[/b][/color] she yelled, hoping whoever was on the other side of the wood could hear her. In walked her father's fiancé, Deana, carrying two glasses of champagne and a smile brighter than the north star. She and Sav had bonded a lot since her moving in. They went on shopping dates (with her father's credit card of course), had movie nights, and got their nails done together every three weeks. It was nice for Sav to have a motherly figure out here in California. [color=CD5C5C][b]"I thought we could toast to the new year before you left for your big party, but don't tell your dad. You know how he feels about you drinking alcohol in the house."[/b][/color] Sav's soon to be step-mom handed her a flute and sat down on the edge of her bed. [color=CD5C5C][b]"What do you want to toast to?"[/b][/color] [color=crimson][b]"How about..."[/b][/color] Sav thought for a second. With all of the amazing things happening in her life right now- her modeling career, her new life in Beverly Hills, great new friends- the girl didn't know what else she could want. What was it that she so desired in the new year? [color=crimson][b]"Let's toast to health, happiness, and to hoping that I somehow pass Calculus."[/b][/color] Clinking glasses with a laugh the two sipped their champagne. [color=crimson][b]"Thanks, Dee, that was really thoughtful."[/b][/color] Finishing her drink, she set it down on her vanity. [color=crimson][b]"I won't be back too late after midnight, I know dad wanted me to-"[/b][/color] [color=CD5C5C][b]"Oh, forget what he said. Stay out as long as you want and have fun with your friends. High school is some of the best years of your life and you shouldn't be missing out on any of it."[/b][/color] Taking Sav's empty champagne flute in her hand, Deana started walking towards the door. Before disappearing into the hallway, she turned back to Sav, shocked to see her still sitting there.[color=CD5C5C][b] "Now, get your ass out of that chair and finish getting ready. [i]You[/i] have a party to get to."[/b][/color] Sighing, Savvy finally arose for her cushioned chair and moved towards her bed, slipping on her outfit and her shoes. She knew tonight was going to be incredible, but she needed to not get so in her head about it. Sav needed to let her hair down and have a good time, both figuratively and literally, as she pulled her bright red mane out of its ponytail, letting her soft curls cascade over her shoulders. Deciding she needed to loosen up a bit more, Sav reached under her bed to her alcohol stash, pulling out a bottle of vodka, a double shot glass, and a small thing of cranberry juice. Taking a deep breath as she measured the shot exactly, she tossed it back, letting the liquid burn down her throat, followed by the sweetness of the cranberry. That was the first of many shots she'd be taking that night. Noticing the time, she grabbed her phone and her keys, running out the door and not looking back. [/indent] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180111/c873683c8b41b55fb08982c80e9c9829.png[/img][/center] [indent]Savannah took an Uber to the party, not wanting to task anyone, [i]especially her dad[/i], with driving her. As they rounded the corner, the beach house came into view, and a small gasp escaped the redhead's lips. Even though she had been in Beverly Hills for months, she would never get used the size of the homes that lined the streets; they made the houses in Hico look like shacks and sheds in comparison.[color=crimson][b]"You can just pull over here, thanks."[/b][/color] Sav pointed to the curb outside of the house and gave her thanks to the driver before stepping out of the car. Well, this was it. Savannah took a deep breath before walking up the driveway and towards the entrance, where she could hear the music pounding before she had even stepped foot in the house. Walking up and opening the door, she was stunned as the interior of the house was more ornate and extravagant than the outside. Looking around, students flooded every inch of the house. Some had turned around to acknowledge her entrance and others just continued to dance and have fun with their friends. [i]Friends[/i]. The mere thought reminded her, where was Martha? Pulling out her phone and texting her, Savannah wondered when she'd arrive. Until then, the redhead grabbed a drink and roamed around the party, until she found a group of people she somewhat knew and attempted to woo them with her southern charm. Speaking in her slight southern drawl, she tried to start a conversation, [color=crimson][b]"Hey Y'all, how's it going?"[/b][/color] [/indent][hr][center][sub]Mention: [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/sub][/center]