[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/r6fFtym/lonely.jpg[/img][/center] [right][hr][sub][color=AD74AD][b]Location: Homecoming ===> Home[/b] Interactions: Breifly with Stella Color: AD74AD[/color][/sub][hr][/right] Penny stood from her table and joined some other friends in dancing and shenanigans and all-around fun. She’d had quite a bit to drink at this point but was barely feeling any of the effects. The party was soon over. She couldn’t find her date anywhere, Stella had disappeared, and she hadn’t gotten any assurance of getting with anyone this evening. Besides the fun bits with the fights, it had been a bust. Not to mention she never got the chance to drug a certain fuddy-duddy. When she arrived home it was dark and quiet. The staff had gone home by this hour. Lonely. She ran a hand through her curls only to get her fingers tangled in her hair. She grimaced as she worked them out and tossed the clutch she had brought onto the kitchen counter. Penny opened up a bottle of vodka and some orange juice. She used it as a chaser for each sip of vodka she took from the bottle. Plopping down on the couch she began to search through her phone to find anyone to spent the night with. Most of her usual lovers were out of town or with their families. She had even gone so far to text Max and even more desperately Kavi. Neither answered. She leaned her head back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. She loathed being alone. It gave her too much time to think. So, she chugged from the liquor bottle and then a drink of juice. Maybe if she got black out drunk enough she wouldn’t have to think about things. The next morning she awoke to find the empty bottle of vodka next to her on the couch and the orange juice spilled on the table. Blearily she rubbed her eyes and yawned before cleaning up her mess. She didn’t have much of a hangover and a line of coke did wonders to wake her up refreshed. The young woman showered and took the time to straighten her hair today. Make-up applied and a simple tank paired with daisy dukes and her school sweater completed her look. Penny spent much of her day preparing snacks, drinks, and the pool for Stella’s eventual arrival. Her heart and smile beamed when she got the text message from her cute little star. Penny quickly wrote back: [indent][color=AD74AD][i]Looking forward to it lovie. [/i][/color]:kissyface:[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/6nGxpzR/morning-bea.jpg[/img][/center] [right][hr][sub][color=E0633C][b]Location: Homecoming ===> Home Interactions: Breifly with Papa Ro Color: E0633C[/b][/color][/sub][hr][/right] Kavan, as any gentleman would, had worried over her. When there was the mention of calling an ambulance she had been adamant that she was fine. They should just go home. She hated ambulances. And the people inside of them. And she would rather die of a heartattack than ride in one of those death traps. So home she went. On the ride her heart settled and she felt that she was doing much better - even talling Kavan so. The limo dropped them off. She waved awkwardly to Kavan and thanked him before going inside. She greeted her fathers who cooed and wanted to know all the details. Bea told them everything. Even about the part where her heart had started to hurt. The fathers of course worried and the girl was then rushed to the hospital where one of Papa Elliot’s doctor friends looked her over. She was pronounced completely healthy and it was likely just a panic attack. Bea rolled her eyes at this diagnosis. She NEVER panicked. Okay, maybe she tended to panic but it tpically ended with things being thrown or a screaming breakdown. None of this heart hurting business. Her dads accepted this and back home they went. After a quick shower and make-up scrubbed from her face she curled up into her bed for a good night’s rest. The next morning she was greeted by that lovely scent of coffee. She wandered down the stairs in her loose white long sleeve and She-Ra pajama pants. Rubbing her eyes she plopped down at the breakfast counter and found that a mug of black coffee had mysteriously appeared in front of her. The tired girl didn’t question it and just sipped. Peeled oranges, apples, and one buttermilk pancake were the next things placed before her. The syrup was in a small ramikan next to her plate, she could not stand it if the syrup was actually on the pancake. She had to dip it. She looked up to find Papa Ro leaning against the counter and sipping his own cup of coffee. [color=E0633C]“Wheres Papa E?”[/color] she inquired. “Called in to work, client needs to discuss a face lift right now or some such.” He chuckled lightly and the girl ate her breakfast with no other comment. When she finished she asked, [color=E0633C]“Could I have some friends over?”[/color] “Course, whoever. I’ll be in my office working on some designs if you need me.” He grabbed his cup, kissed the top of her bushy head, and disappeared down the hall. Bea flipped open her cell phone and individually sent out the same text message to each person while she finished her coffee. [indent][color=E0633C][i]Want to come over? Watch stupid movies and shit?[/i][/color][/indent] This text message was sent to Georgie, Jun, Mara, Millie, and Aaliyah. She almost sent one to Jordan too. But the thought of him having had so much fun with Chanel. Never coming to say hello. Disappearing. Her heart began to hurt again and she clutched the front of her shirt. Breathing steadily the hurt went away. No… maybe it wouldn’t be good to invite him. Would she look too clingy? Bea flipped the phone shut again and placed the dishes in the sink.