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The trio had pulled up to the party just as planned. The Uber ride there was one that was silent, which was expected considering the fact that they had things they needed to execute. Olivia was rehearsing what she was gonna do in her head. But, it wasn’t much, considering that all she needed to do was to drink and drink.

Olivia waited for Roz and Josie and gathered them around. [color=fff79a]”Okay, y’all ready for this? This is gonna be one hell of a plan.”[/color]

During the Uber ride Josephine’s mind was nothing but dance, she was trying to figure out the perfect dance for the plan knowing the other two would be perfect in their roles. All she wanted to do was get it right, plus knowing Audrey. She would somehow get a video of it and criticize her on what she could have done better if she doesn’t do her best. Which honestly, she wouldn’t mind in the end. When the Uber arrived and the three got out, Olivia is who brought Josie back to reality when she began speaking.

[color=blueviolet]”Hell yeah. Let’s do it! Show ‘em just who they are messing with.”[/color] Josie grinned at the other two girls. She was ready to show the idiots up for not inviting them, which she still thought was weird but it had happened and now the ones throwing the party would reap what they sowed.

Part of Roz was still upset that they axed the plan to cause property damage. From her perspective, any time the richie riches of the Hills had to dip into their bank account for something other than excess and greed was a victory. If the night went well there was still a chance something would be broken anyway; and so long as Roz was in attendance the chance of something going missing rocketed up to damn near one hundred percent. When it came to dealing with these sorts of people, it was a matter of picking your battles and taking victories where they came. It might’ve been for the best, all told, that she was essentially here just to do what she would’ve been doing normally. Only for metaphorical profit instead of straight boredom. 

[color=fffacd]”Oh, yeah, this is definitely an ‘Elite’ party. It smells like seventy dollar perfume and rohypnol. They try to stop us at the door, let me do the talking. I’ve got a foolproof plan.”[/color] The ‘foolproof’ plan was essentially the same she would’ve used by herself but it was the rare opportunity to seem like she was in control of a situation in front of other people and damn if she wasn’t going to seize it.

Lawrence, being the cool guy that he was, was roaming around and giving all of his buds at the party some love. Damian was off doing god knows what, which made Lawrence a little sad. However, it was nothing a little tequila and grinding could fix. He was wondering what his boy Owen was up to, maybe he wanted a drink or something like that. 

Walking out, he ran into Roz, Josie, and Olivia hanging out outside. What were they doing out there? The party was inside! [color=00e2f6]“Hey guys! Come on in! We’ve been waiting on you!”[/color] He made a gesture to invite the girls in and waited for them to get inside so that they could go straight to the party and not get lost.

Olivia, after witnessing what Lawrence had just done, was a little confused. [color=fff79a]”I thought we weren’t invited?”[/color] She was scratching her head and glancing at Roz and Josie.

[color=00e2f6]“What? No! Of course you guys were invited. Did you not get your invitations?”[/color] Lawrence asked curiously, taking a sip of his drink.

[color=fff79a]”Oh… uh… we never got an invitation.”[/color] Olivia chuckled shyly.

[color=00e2f6]”Well someone didn’t do their fucking job! Just come on in guys. Even if I wasn’t here, you would’ve gotten in anyway.”[/color] 

When Lawrence walked up to the three Josie’s initial reaction was to get ready to chew the boy out, but then he invited them in. Informing the three that they of course were invited. Now that was a bit embarrassing, she was thankful for the skin color god blessed her with because as she felt her cheeks heat up she knew she didn’t have to worry that much about someone noticing unless they took the time to observe her. 

[color=blueviolet]”So the uh… not happening?”[/color] Josie looked from Lawrence to the other girls, giving them questioning looks hoping they understood she was getting at the previous plan. She assumed it was called off now that they knew they actually were invited and it all had been a misunderstanding.

Of one thing Roz was quite certain: this dude was lying straight to their faces. Not about the invitations being in the mail or whatever, or even about them being invited in the first place, but that he expected them to believe that anyone here was ‘waiting for them’. Maybe someone had been waiting for Josie or Olivia, in the same way one waits outside for a crush to walk by and they think it’s cute rather than slightly stalker-ish, but Roz? No one waited for Roz to show up before doing anything. Regardless, in like of new information, there was an appropriate amount of egg on faces, though fortunately they didn’t have time to cook as they would’ve if a scene was made by the door. 
In light of new evidence, Roz couldn’t help but to snicker. This really was some petty ass party. They were letting in someone like ‘Roz Norcross’ who may as well have been named ‘Dirt Bag’ without any qualms. This whole thing was some kind of power play against the Head Bitches What Give Head by way of the Boys Club For Boys. The politics of high school were inherently stupid but this was a whole different level. There was a story here. There always was. Someone inside would talk. 

[color=fffacd]”Fuck it,”[/color] Roz shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the entrance, turning around to look at Olivia and Josie as she now walked backwards towards the door. [color=fffacd]”Don’t change nothin’ for me. I’m still gonna show these bougie fucks how to drink a beer.”[/color] Roz wasn’t going to let a misunderstanding get in the way of the truly important things in life.
A smile made its way to Josie’s face as she watched Roz walk backwards towards the house. Though they weren’t exactly going to be going through with the original plan, she was glad to see Roz still was going to drink anyone who challenged her under the table. Roz was cool that way, always giving no fucks about the social hierarchy and the drama around it all. Josie tried to do that but she always got caught up in some of it as dance captain, it was always a bit inevitable. That’s why Roz was refreshing to have as as at least an acquaintance through Olivia. Someone who would always say ‘fuck the hierarchy’ with her. Plus if Roz was still gonna kind of do the plan, so would Josie, she would have probably ended up showing everyone up on the dance floor anyways with or without the plan. Dance was basically her life.

With Roz heading to the party Josie turned back to Lawrence and Olivia, mainly focusing on the latter. [color=blueviolet]“What about you Liv?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]”Me? Well, I’m gonna drink. That’s what I’m gonna fuckin’ do.”[/color] Olivia nudged Josie, [color=fff79a]”Go do your  thing, girl! I’ll see you on the other side.”[/color]