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[color=a0d8ef]Location:[/color] Her home -> The Party
[color=a0d8ef]Interacting with:[/color] | [color=eda946][b]Ophelia[/b][/color] [@Universorum]|
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Cassandra Clark was not known for her punctuality. She was an easily distracted creature, and this was known by most of her close friends. Tonight, that distraction was her sewing machine, and an [url=http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1364/4307/products/LD122_1024x1024.jpg?v=1488268588]elegant blue dress[/url]. She'd been working on this particular piece for weeks now, and was soooo close to finishing it up. Finally, she sewed the last stitch and stood up, stretching her legs and letting the beautiful work flow to the ground. She grinned. It was perfect.

Her perfect world shattered as she saw the time on the clock. [color=a0d8ef][b]"Fuck!"[/b][/color] Cassie shouted, running to her closet and snatching a short black dress from off the hanger. She stripped and slipped the dress over her head, undoing her hair and letting the light brown tresses fall in waves down her head. She mussed it up with her hands, giving it less of a messy look and more of a "I just had good sex," vibe. She hastily did her make up, glossing her lips and doing light makeup on her eyes, frantically trying to get out of the house on time. It's not like it mattered. Boys would sleep with her if she showed up in sweats. She was seventeen, hot, and available. How much more could a straight guy want. Girls could take more effort, but she wasn't trying to work for sex tonight. She had been working all day and needed a break. A dick break.

Once her makeup was done she called an Uber and slipped into her black heels, grabbing a crimson clutch to add some color to this incredibly morbid attire. The girls were already together, heading to the party with Hailey, Trixie, Selena and Marshall, and some others if she recalled right. She'd told them her mom was being a huge bitch about her going out and that she'd had to agree to a movie night to get the pass. No need to let them know that if she didn't finish that dress she was going to be broke. In truth, her mom was working a double at the hospital, and wouldn't be home until the early morning. If she had been home, Cassie would have never been allowed out. Her mother heavily disapproved of partying. 

As the Uber pulled up Cassie practically leaped in, offering the driver a smile. He grunted in response. She sighed and stared out the window as the Hills began to pass her by. She knew this was a bad idea. Her and the rest of her group had been specifically snubbed. But they were showing up anyways. Figures. One thing she'd always liked about the girls, is that they knew their power, and they threw it around. Cassie's power didn't lie in her family or in herself, like Ophelia, Brynn, Lauren, Marshall or the rest. Hers came from them. She got what she wanted because Ophelia's ghost was constantly staring everyone down, making sure they listened to her. And that was a perk that Cassie didn't mind.

Cassie made sure to steel herself for the party ahead. Leaving behind her home and entering the snake pit that was Beverly Hills always required a moment for Cassie to camouflage herself as the snobby rich girl they all believed her to be. She couldn't get caught in a lie. She'd never survive that getting out. Never.

When she arrived at the party, the driveway and the street in front of it was packed with cars, so many that if there were any neighbors they'd have surely called the cops by now. The music was so loud that she could hear it from inside the Uber, and the smoke from the bonfire poured into the sky. She thanked her driver and stepped out of the car, straightening out her dress and walking up to the front, her heels clacking against the pavement. The front door was unguarded, which Cassie assumed meant that Ophelia and the others had made it in unscathed. [color=a0d8ef][i]Perfect,[/i][/color] Cassandra thought as she strutted into the party, looking around at the drunken teenagers, grinding up against each other like they'd been deprived of sex for centuries.

Immediately Cassie spotted Ophelia at a table filled with a plethora of snacks. Relieved, Cassie made a beeline for her friend, tapping her on the shoulder as she reached the bar. [color=a0d8ef][b]"Hey! Sorry I'm late! Now, let's do shots,"[/b][/color] Cassie said, grinning. She may have been stressed coming into the party, but now that she was here, she was going to have fun. She was young and hot and it was a new year. What more could there be to celebrate?