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For whatever reason, Olivia had found herself in the company of her BFFL Josie and her not-as-much-of-a-bffl-but-still-cool-with Roz. The two had gotten the crazy idea of crashing the party that was happening tonight after not receiving invitations. The audacity the organizers had. Right now, they were figuring out what needed to be done, how it needed to be done, and when it needed to be done.

Josie sat in front of a mirror putting the finishing touches on her makeup still a bit angry about how they didn't receive invitations. It especially was insult to injury considering the fact she definitely thought of Lawrence and Damian as good friends. [color=blueviolet]“I mean it has to be an oversight right? From a picture of the invitation I got one of the girls on the dance team to send it said everyone but H.O.T. and Candyland.”[/color] Josie turned to face the two girls, [color=blueviolet]“We sure as hell aren't either so why are we not invited?!”[/color] Some of her anger made it out as her voice got a bit louder than she meant for it to be. Taking a deep breath she shook her head, “well we can just show up in a way to make them regret not inviting us.”[/color] Looking to Olivia a smirk grew on her face.

Roz was surprised to see Josie upon her arrival, but it wasn’t terribly surprising considering the friendship she and Olivia had. Roz had been sitting atop the counter, her feet dangling above the ground and her expression one of boredom, confusion, and just a bit of mischief. The three of them looked a bit out of place - well technically Roz made them that way. If someone were to look in on the three of them, Roz would be the odd woman out; even the grunge queen felt that way but she was confident enough in herself not to let that bother her. It was the others she didn’t have confidence in. Presently, Roz was sniffing the collar of her shirt. It smelled faintly of weed and beer and she could account for one of those. Her fault for wearing a shirt that didn’t belong to her. [color=fffacd]”I can tell you in two words why I wasn’t invited.”[/color] Roz stopped sniffing her collar and pointed at herself. [color=fffacd]”Literally unimportant. Fuck knows about you two. Maybe you didn’t shake your tits for the Pauper Princes enough.”[/color]

Olivia shrugged when she was trying to think about why she wasn’t invited. [color=fff79d]”Maybe. I can’t shake something I don’t have.”[/color] Honestly, Olivia thought that Roz was going to be the most likely out of all them to be invited. Roz seemed like the kind of person that knew how to get down and hang with whatever happened at these parties. Matter of fact, she could probably drink every single person at that party under the table. It was really an injustice done to her. She leaned over to wherever Josie was and tapped her on the shoulder. [color=fff79d]”You got any ideas, Jo? Roz here can outdrink fuckin’ everyone, so it’s probably not her.”[/color]

[color=blueviolet] ”Hopefully for the sake of the idiots they just forgot to give us our invitations but if that’s not the case, I still stand by the idea of making them regret not inviting us.”[/color]

[color=fffacd]”I’d say they’ll regret it already,”[/color] Roz mumbled under her breath, checked herself before saying anything further on that particular subject, then returned to the subject at hand while tilting her head back and admiring the ceiling tile. Getting one person into a party was easy, bluffing the guard was old habit and even if the guard had the capacity for rational thought, usually a twenty in the pockets was enough to get by. But this was a slightly different beast. These were rich kids. They wiped their ass with hundreds and blew their noses with fifties. Twenties were about as useful as a magnetic stud finder without a pencil. That presented both a challenge and a unique opportunity. [color=fffacd]”Forget about the why of it all. The why doesn’t matter, it’s the what. I know it’s repulsive, but try to think like those wanna-be gods up on Olympus. This is their big night, and it’s a clear power play by not inviting the Thot Patrol and the Bitch Brigade. Bad blood, bad breakup, bad sex, whatever it is there’s animosity there. But if I was one of those slags,”[/color] Roz once heard the word ‘slags’ on television and liked it enough to adopt it to her own vernacular. It rolled off the tongue. 

[color=fffacd]”I wouldn’t be letting a banning stop me from going. No doesn’t mean no to these people, it means ‘how much to say yes’. None of us are part of those groups and since this is the big night, they probably don’t want any trouble apart from, again, the Thots and the Bitches. We’re in a good position. Now if I could, I’d show up with one of those banned folks as my plus one and watch the fireworks, but that would require being around them for longer than is medically feasible. What we should do is make an entrance, take the attention away from the supposed ‘elite’. I say we throw bigass rocks through the windows, blame it on some underclassman, and use the chaos to sneak in. Breaking something means having to pay for repairs. They hate that. Anyone else got anything?”[/color]

Playing with one of her hair coils, Josie listened to Roz her heading nodding in agreement to most of the things she was saying. Her nodding stopped when it was suggested to throw rocks through the windows, that was not something she could really get on board with. [color=blueviolet]”Maybe we think of something less… damaging to property. I’m pretty sure that the JROTC would not approve of that at all nor would my father. I could do without punishment from both of those groups. Plus I bet a lot of people will be there so it will be pretty much impossible to get away with that.”[/color]

Standing up Josie walked over to a window and for a moment stared out it before walking back to the girls having another idea, [color=blueviolet]”What if we just beat them at their own games? Draw the attention in a different way? I can’t, but I know you two would have no problem drinking their asses under the table and I’m sure I can draw attention to the dance floor. I can even get one or two of my girls from the dance team to help. We just make it so they aren’t the main focus or the most remembered thing from the party.”[/color] Smiling the brunette looked from one girl to the other, [color=blueviolet]”What do you guys think? Anything else to add?”[/color]

Olivia, when hearing Roz’s idea of breaking through the window, was slightly intrigued. The wrestler knew that she was more than capable of chucking some bigger rocks through. But, remembering Josie’s status with some of the clubs at school meant that idea was dead in the water. Putting her head on her arms, she was trying to think. Josie damn well knew that any of Olivia’s ideas would be involving violence and would be a hard no, Simon Cowell style. 

Then, Josie came up with an idea that almost struck fear into the poor girl’s heart. Almost. After thinking it through and letting it sink into that battered brain of hers, she realized that she didn’t have to do any dancing which was fine. [color=fff79a]”Y’know what? I like Josie’s idea. Roz and I can get drunk, and Josie can get her freak on.”[/color] Nobody knew just how grateful Olivia was that she didn’t have to actually dance. 

Roz knew when to fight and when to relent and this situation was falling firmly into the latter camp. The others had something resembling a reputation that could be ruined with petty, but fun, vandalism and because of her good nature Roz was willing to let said reputations go untarnished. Chances were high something was going to be broken anyway, be it physical or emotional. Roz hopped down from the countertop and rolled her head ‘round her shoulders. Must’ve been the way she slept last night, had her neck all stiff. [color=fffacd]”Well, it’s the safer, more boring option for sure. Could throw balls into cups, cause a scene at the pong table. You want eyes on us, that’s a way to do it. Might even raise our stock.”[/color]

If there was one thing that Roz was certain of, it was that the students were a bunch of lightweights who drank to pass out because that’s what ‘cool’ was. Pacing didn’t matter. Getting something hard and chugging it then repeating it was commonplace. Roz knew enough about liquor and she who ruled the beer bong ruled the party. [color=fffacd]”Try not to slut it up on the dance floor yeah, Jos? You’re better than that.”[/color]

[color=blueviolet]”The only ones slutting up the dance floor will be the ones who thinking grinding is dancing. I at least know what actual dancing is.”[/color] The dancer knew what Roz was getting at, yeah some dances she had performed in the past had what could be considered some sluttier dance moves but they were always done with taste. She made sure of that, especially now as the dance captain, nothing could be taken to far like some captains had let it in the past few years. 

But dancing was an art and no matter how the artist believed it was performed, it all really came down to the eye of the beholder and how they viewed the piece. Some would oversexualize things and that was just part of life. Josie honestly could care less because if it was up to her standards then it didn’t matter if other people liked it or not, misinterpreted it or not. At least she got to enjoy what she loved. 
Focusing back on their plan, some important questions came to mind, [color=blueviolet]”So are we going to do each event at the same time or separately? If separately, when should we time them so we get this perfect?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]”Same time. Creates more confusion. The more confusion we have the more likely our plan will work.”[/color] Olivia was thinking. She had to stand up to make her thoughts more organized. Pacing back and forth, she was seeing if she could figure out something else to do. Turns out there wasn’t anything else Olivia could think of to make the plan better. The plan sounded perfect, but execution was another question. But, knowing Josie and whatever she knew of Roz, the plan was gonna be perfect. 

[color=fff79a]”So… how are we gonna get there?[/color]

[color=fffacd]”Well, I don’t know about you two but I hoofed it here.”[/color] Roz leaned against the same counter she had just been sitting on, her thumbs resting in the belt loop of her pants while her fingers were resting in her pockets. Of the present problems this one seemed the most easily solvable. [color=fffacd]”How much cash ya’ll got? If you don’t wanna walk there then I suggest we call a ride. I can pitch in ten. Maybe twenty.”[/color]

[color=blueviolet]”I got an uber because I’m banned from taking my car to these type of events…”[/color] Josie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. [color=blueviolet]”I can pitch in however much. My dad is paying so I can cover the whole thing if needed. At least he is nice enough for that part of things.”[/color] Shrugging she watched to see how the others would react.

[color=fff79a]”Yeah, let’s take an uber… and hopefully your dad will cover the fare back. Ain’t none of us gonna be able to drive after this.”[/color] Olivia looked toward Josie and winked, hinting at just how much alcohol she was gonna consume at this party.