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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=f3a8f7][b]Panda[/b][/color] and [color=fef929][b]Charity[/b][/color]
Location: Spencer Residence - The Party
Time: Before the Party - During Party
Interacting with: [color=992053]Isaac Spencer[/color] and [color=aba305]Paula Spencer[/color]
Mentions: [color=15603a]Trixie[/color] ([@Lovely Complex]), [color=997fdb]Marshall[/color] ([@Silent Observer]) and [color=lightpink]Camille[/color] ([@Bee])[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]


Pamela Spencer stood in front of her mirror, finally feeling ready, and satisfied with her appearance. Her hair was fluffed up and straightened. Her makeup and lipstick were finally satisfactorily just emo enough without going too goth. She was wearing combat boots, stylistically ripped black fishnets, a frayed denim skirt, and a white t-shirt adorned with an adorable skeletal cartoon puppy, over which she was wearing a studded black cloth jacket, with another cartoon animal, this time a panda (of course) sewn onto the back.

She emerged from her room, smiling but preparing herself to be torn down by her parents. She wasn't disappointed. Her mum, long since defeated and having given up on Panda by this point, merely tutted as she passed her daughter, and muttered [color=aba305]"Could you at least wear clothing that isn't ripped?"[/color] Panda ignored this question. She didn't want to get into an argument right now. She'd be late. When Panda headed downstairs to pick up her handbag and car keys, she came face to face with her dad. He had more words to say. 

[color=992053]"I know I can't stop you going to this party, let alone going looking like that. And I can't give you a lecture about being wary of boys, as you're in no danger of that. But even so, promise you'll be stay safe. Also don't run your family name into the ground too much out there. Remember you are a Spencer."[/color]

Panda made a show of rolled her eyes and sighing. She knew what was coming.

[color=992053]"Don't give me that look, Pamela Spencer,"[/color] her father warned, getting a little sterner. [color=992053]"This is a proud, Old Money family. Dieu defend le Droight. That is the Spencer family motto. It means 'God defends the Right'. Don't do anything at this party that would make God angry, because if you'll do, you'll bring shame to yourself, you'll bring shame to me, your mother, your sister, and every Spencer who's come before you. You've already brought enough shame for a lifetime, with your LGBT meetings, your infantile 'emo' phase, your left-leaning views, and your awful taste in Satanic music. Now go before you're unfashionably late."[/color]

Glad that she was finally free of her father's fucking speeches, Panda left the house with an apathetic wave over her shoulder and set off to the dock where the boat was moored in her Pandamobile. Arriving there luckily before boarding closed, she parked up, headed onto the boat and signed in. Looking round to see who was there, there was one rather pretty, dolled up blonde girl that she really didn't expect to see here.

[color=f3a8f7]"No fucking way..."[/color] she whispered in disbelief. [color=f3a8f7]"Charity?"[/color]

[hr]

Charity was standing around on the deck. She'd actually been getting an uncomfortable amount of male attention so she had retreated to a quiet part of the deck, and was holding a glass of water with both hands; a tonic for the nerves, though it's effectiveness at quelling the butterflies in her stomach was negligible.

During the whole spa treatment process, she stayed quiet and let the twins work. First they went through choosing an outfit, and Charity had to shoot down a lot of indecent or vane suggestions, to the chagrin of the twins, before they finally settled on a pretty, preppy dress that everybody was happy with as a compromise. Then they moved on to makeup. The end result was breathtaking. Charity couldn't believe she was actually looking at herself in the mirror.

The drive was infuriating, though. There was no window of opportunity to talk business with Trixie, even though Henry's girlfriend Min was present, and that would have been good leverage. Trixie could hardly refuse to look into Henry's work with Min present. Maybe the fact Charity couldn't capitalize on this moment was God's intervention. After all, it was quite an underhanded, unchristian tactic. Now Trixie and Marshall were dancing below, and Charity was scared to enter that hornet's nest. Just being indoors had led to her being hit on a number of times by men trying to sleep with her or buy her a drink. Charity had no intention of having sex, or drinking, and the tenacity of the boys was intimidating, so she fled.

Now she was up here, and after a while, she saw something that she was both dreading and looking forward to; a meeting with her sister. Panda, dressed in her usual emo attire, though she pulled it off well and colorfully in Charity's opinion, walked up to Charity and hugged her tight.

[color=f3a8f7]"Chari, you look so cute! But, what are you doing here?!"[/color]

[color=fef929]"It's a long story,"[/color] Charity replied sheepishly, blushing at her sister's attention. [color=fef929]"I basically got roped into it by Trixie. I could have refused, but then I remembered what you said about writing about this party, so I've decided to attend and watch from the sidelines. If something newspaper worthy happens, I'll be able to see it firsthand. I'm not going to get drunk or mingle with boys. I need a clear head, and besides, I'm just not comfortable doing that anyway."[/color]

[color=f3a8f7]"That makes sense. Smart and practical as usual, Chari. Even so, you! At a party! I didn't think I'd ever see this happen. I'm not sure how much fun you're going to have sober but I still hope you enjoy it. I'll be down below. Come and get me if you need me for anything."[/color]

[color=fef929]"Alright, I will. Thank you, sister."[/color]

[hr]

Parting with her devout sister, Panda descended into the belly of the beast, where the magic happens. On her way, she took some pills from a dispenser and swallowed them. The bar was still busy so she decided to hold off on alcohol until it quietened down. She could dance sober. Looking around, she saw many recognizable faces. One in particular caught her attention; Camille Winters, from the LGBT society. She was leaning against a wall, seemingly getting her breath back, and she was looking right at Panda, as if she'd been looking for her. Panda approached her, wondering why.

[color=f3a8f7]"Sup?"[/color] Panda casually greeted, though had to shout it as the music was rather loud.