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[sub][color=F96708]Location:[/color] Home → El Jefe's Beach House 
[color=F96708]Interacting with:[/color] Mentions Jerome [@Sovi3t][/sub][/center] 
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[sub][color=#F96708]"Honey, I'm too glam to give a damn."[/color]
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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/LkP5moWKVHU]I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
H-Class ho with the H. Bendel[/url][/sub]
[hr][/center]The flyer on some random chick's Instagram page said that the festivities began at eight o'clock, so that was the time that Chanel was going to arrive. She was never one to show up early, not wanting to have to sit around and wait for her friends to show up, but she also didn't want to arrive too late and miss out on the first few hours of what she hoped would be a bangin' party. In the mean time, the young woman stood in front of the bathroom sink, a blunt in one hand and a makeup brush in the other as she peered into the mirror and carefully put on her face. She didn't do much, sticking to the basic foundation, eyebrows, and lashes routine she normally did on the weekends. If she was going to turn up that night, she was going to [i]turn the fuck up[/i]. In other words, she didn't want to risk her face melting while she dances around and takes a blunt or two to the face. Her outfit was on a hanger, which hung on the back of the bathroom door. She didn't plan on actually getting dressed until about five minutes before it was time to leave.

Instead, after she finished her makeup, she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Despite being well past six o'clock, Chanel's mother had yet to come home; she was more than likely at the bar, like she was every other night after work. Therefore, the house was silent, nothing but the sound of Chanel's feet slapping the tile floor filling the air. Without hesitation, she pulled open one of the kitchen cabinets, otherwise known as the liquor cabinet, and grabbed the nearest bottle of Hennessy Black. In a few minutes, she'd filled a glass with the alcohol, ice, and coca-cola. She'd finished her second glass within five minutes, and decided that was to be her only drink of choice for the night. Henny was smooth, and definitely enough for her to catch a buzz. Chanel had never been a big drinker, anyways, preferring to blaze up instead and hating the taste of most alcoholic beverages more than she hated knock-off purses. 

Driving herself to the party was out of the question; she knew that by the end of the night she'd be too fucked up to even think about getting behind the wheel. So, fast forward an hour later, and Chanel was fully [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/81/27/20/812720b5f78a07075574c93eb22f9e58.jpg]clothed[/url] and sitting in the back seat of an Uber, her purse containing not only a baggie full of cones she'd rolled herself, but also a small flask full of the stuff that she didn't plan on sharing. The drive was silent for the most part, the young woman simply scrolling through her social media accounts to pass the time. She told the nice man to drop her off a few houses away so that he could avoid getting caught up in the sea of fancy cars. [color=F96708]"Thanks a bunch, man,"[/color] she said to him before closing the car door and beginning her walk to the front door of the extravagant beach house. When she reached the door, she simply nodded to both Owen and Sol before stepping inside, a wide grin on her face. The music was loud, and the atmosphere was electrifying.

Chanel walked into the party dancing to whatever song that was playing; she didn't know the name of it, nor who it was by, but it had a real nice groove. As she surveyed the room, she spotted a bunch of familiar faces from school, but none of them belonged to the few people she was searching for. The young woman danced her way through the crowd of people that were talking and dancing about, yelling out [color=F96708]"Yo, What's up?"[/color] to a few people who greeted her along the way. She soon made her way to a corner of the room, and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. [color=F96708]"Where the hell you at?"[/color] she muttered under her breath as she sent a quick text to Jerome before tucking her phone back into her bag and grabbing the flask that lay next to it. She took a quick swig of the dark liquor before returning to the floor, dancing with whoever happened to be nearby.

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