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[indent][indent][color=darkgray][color=FF4DE1][i]So this is how the rich folk live when their money is literally coming out of their ass...[/i][/color]

Granted, this shouldn't have come as such a shock to the Texan with the dip-dyed hair. Given her accommodations since she found herself plucked from her Lone Star State roots and dragged to the frozen wasteland of Ohio, she was just a couple levels below one of them thanks to Christopher's cash. However, bank managers didn't make this kind of Instagram flaunt-story lifestyle possible.

She wasn't sure she was invited, but she didn't care if she was or not. She heard from Spice that things were going down at the football player's house and that all manner of illicit drugs were going to be on offer, so it made sense to go to sample what the Liberty kids were able to get their hands on. Melissa didn't make any calls for anything at this party, not even for booze, so there had to be a lot of candy on hand for all the kids to partake of.

The young woman pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and removed one, placing it gently on her lips while she dug for her lighter. The black Zippo with the big white star on it still had plenty of energy left to produce the necessary flame. As she took a long pull from the cancer stick, plans started forming in her mind. People to check in on, the possibility of romances, how likely she could get away with picking up a souvenir should one catch her eye.

The smoke exited her lips and she breathed again. There was no need to actually overthink this. It was the first social event of the school year. People at Rosefell knew what she was about at this point. It was time to educate the upper class on just who they were going to be dealing with, at least if they wanted the goods without having to go to Colin freaking Gallagher for them.

A brief thought of putting out the cigarette crossed her mind, before being instantly discarded. She wasn't changing who she was for them, so they better be fine with the smell of nicotine on the air. Those Liberty kids better be ready. Savannah Payton was officially entering the chat.[/color][/indent][/indent]