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Pushing her long blonde hair back GiGi secured it with a comb over her right ear. She debated not using the can of Aquanet but her hair wouldn't hold the crimp if she didn't use it. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/483da5b8-6c0e-4fe3-9263-3b30336a7882.jpg]She didn't just crimp her hair, she braided sections and pulled them back with Bobby pins[/url]. The [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/338f4795-d8a8-4961-8846-ce8d870f7dca.jpg] simple outfit of a white shirt and black suspenders paired with high waisted short shorts[/url] was frankly brilliant in GiGi’s opinion. Tying on the white converse she glanced up at the clock.[color=PaleTurquoise] "Oh shit I'm late!"[/color] 


Snatching up her keys GiGi booked it for the car. Thankfully the car started right away. The humidity was killer and GiGi got to the stadium just in the middle of the national anthem. Pausing out of respect she let the guitar player finish then rushed as fast as she could to the box. She mulled over the riffs and improvisation he took with the liberties of the [i]Star Spangled Banner[/i] and decided that it wasn't half bad. Hendrix he was not but not a whole lot of people could touch him. Three words would get you through a rock concert "Jimmy is god." Or that was the rumor. She had yet to use it. Busy. Between the dive and the paper, far too busy.


These thoughts ran through her head as she headed to the… famous? Or was it an infamous box? GiGi saw a pair of what her midwest mama would call "a tall drink of water" with arm candy some feet ahead of her. She was pretty sure that those boys were more than "corn fed". Apparently, it was think like mama day. She rolled her eyes at her thoughts as she followed in their wake, enjoying the view.


Nearing the door GiGi’s nose wrinkled with the sent of cigarettes and a hint of desperation? She looked around and saw a blonde girl holding the offending cigarette. GiGi snorted and walked around the edges of the box and found a spot near Karina and Sena.


Raising an eyebrow at the man who stated that someone, Karina or Sena’s, Spanish was as good as his golf game.[color=PaleTurquoise] "[i]Un poco demasiado familiar Pedro.[/i]"[/color] After all tu was far too familiar to address someone you're not friends with.[color=PaleTurquoise] "Let’s hope your golf is better than your Spanish. Need to work on your… honorifics and sentence structure. It's a little loose [i]carajo[/i]."[/color] She smirked as she said it, taking the overly harsh sting down a notch. A tiny notch. She still called the guy a dick but she didn’t take well to people, especially males, messing with her friends. And she considered Sena and Karina friends.


As a child GiGi had been told she had a beautiful smile and she used it to her advantage. She was always lauded by her grandmother as looking like her mother, GiGi’s great grandmother. Who was blonde with green eyes and 100% España, or 100% from Spain. GiGi had grown up bilingual and spoke fluent Madrid Spanish. While there were offshoots everywhere, Mexican, Puerto Rican, Cuban, Dominican… etc. Madrid Spanish was like comparing US English, the Queen's English, Australian English etc you get the point… It was still the root of all the others.


Smirking, GiGi perched on the arm of the chair between Karina and Sena. She leaned over and snagged a piece of pineapple off Sena’s drink and popped it in her mouth.

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