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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
August 17th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Drugs, Assholes, Posers, and Casual Toxicity. As far as Marlene Lubitsch was concerned that was all there was to be had at the resident senior bash at the beginning of the term. The headline act was what she had once described to her friends as the Lifestyle of the Rich and Oblivious. But like it or not, she was here despite her personal judgment telling her it was a stupid idea. And it was a [i]very[/i] stupid idea.

Her best friend, Beatrice Endive, had come to the party – probably out of her own innate curiosity – and Marlene (or Mara to her friends) had to play the role of “make sure bea doesn't get into trouble”. A role she was well experienced with. Though in the past she didn't have to calculate the risks of the sort of party that the school's resident playboy savant liked to hold. The fact Bea's parents were [i]okay[/i] with their daughter going out to a party like this made Mara believe they had lost their goddamn minds. Diablo didn't hold ordinary parties; she wouldn't have given the nickname [i]Caligula[/i] if it was just a party with a few kids drinking. As she walked through the crowds she wondered what the impact would be if she called the police to shut down the party so she could go home and Bea wouldn't be stuck among a dangerous crowd possibly doing dangerous things.

She sighed. Would it even be worth it? It's not like the idea of the police showing up had never come to mind with Diablo before. All it would accomplish would be a mild inconvenience for Diablo and in a few weeks it would probably be back to more of the same. She knew the best option to keep an eye on her friend was to either convince her to leave or to hover over her until she got bored or the party got too loud for her to want to put up with. Either way, Whatever ended up happening, if Bea was here she was here.

She looked down on the phone, typing a text message to Bea.

[color=FFB6C1]I'm here. Please tell me you're still alive.[/color]

Bea would know what she meant by “alive”. It may have even amused her. It was kind of Mara's way of talking to people, mostly because asking where someone was kind of boring to her. As she waited for a response she would find a wall to lean up against and keep to herself. Mara definitely wasn't going to socialize with people if she could help it and she [i]definitely[/i] wasn't going to touch a drop of what “Caligula” was offering. Not her interest. Not her scene. Plus, she didn't exactly like the idea of crashing her car because of an idiot decision. The idiots around her might've fancied it. But her? Hell fucking no.
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