[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LmZmYTQ2MS5RMkZ0YVd4c1lTQk1iM0JsZWlCSVpYSnV3NkZ1WkdWNi4wAAAA/scripterialism.regular.png[/img]
[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a01f1b168bafa7e06ef903e7580337d1/tumblr_inline_p7k4bqAxNe1rre457_540.gif[/img][hr][/center][color=lightgray]If Camilla wasn't already informed of it well beforehand, she might have had an inkling of a feeling that there might've been a party tonight. She couldn't tell, with Ramona's spirited preparation and pregaming. There was a small smirk on Camilla's face, despite how rather loud the music was. First off, she looked absolutely fantastic. There was no denying or disputing that sort of thing. But, her roommate always slayed, no matter what she was wearing. Ramona Martin was an absolute queen, and Camilla was a witness to a lot of her queenery. Camilla was sure that Ramona was going to be the life of the party, especially with how much energy she was generating right now. Hell, Camilla couldn't help but to get secondhand energy off of her. That sort of energy was very hard to keep to yourself, but it wasn't like that was a bad thing. Camilla had some pregame to do herself, once she got what she was doing out of the way.

Currently, Camilla was hunched over her desk, scribbling some stuff down in a notebook while she was staring at something on her laptop. Was it notes? Most likely. Regardless, Camilla was focused, and by the time she looked up from her computer, Ramona was halfway out the door. [color=f89b6f]"Oh, I'll be there soon, chica!"[/color] Camilla smiled, before Ramona closed the door. For now, Camilla went back to what she was doing. She was nearly done, and damn if she didn't want to head to that party. Camilla wasn't a [i]huge[/i] party person, in the same sense that League of Legends [i]totally[/i] wasn't a toxic game. Whenever she was invited to parties, she was always down to go. Didn't matter who gave her the invite or where the party was, Camilla was THERE.

Soon enough, Camilla was done, and it was time for her to get dressed. Darting out of her chair, she raided her closet to see if she had any party wear. Eventually, she found a nice [url=https://www.kennethcole.com/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-kennethcole-Library/default/dw4f1c8c7f/images/explore/press/celebrity/20151109/Gina-Rodriguez---Cooper-Street-Backpack-and-Natalie-Boots.jpg]number[/url] to put on, which would go nicely with her signature rather red lipstick. Speaking of which, Camilla also took a while to beat her face and apply the proper amount of makeup. She couldn't go too skimpy on it, nor could she go overboard. Luckily, Camilla had been around this rodeo plenty times before to know what she was doing, and soon enough she looked good enough to stop some shows, stun some folks, and break some necks.

A few moments later, and Camilla, much like her roommate before her, had gotten a ride there. With the amount of fucked she was gonna get, it was probably the wisest option for her. It was 2020, driving drunk was far from being cool. Not long had passed until she had arrived, and the party was well on its way and at full steam. Making a bee-line straight for the bar, Camilla had some at-the-game-gaming to do. She was already behind in terms of drinks, and she was not about to fall any further behind. Coming up to the bar, Camilla poured herself two tequila shots. Camilla had every intention of doing both shots herself, but she honestly wouldn't have minded if someone else came in to take the second shot with her, or just do more shots in general.[/color]