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[hr][right][sub]Location: Coven Household[/sub][/right]
[right][sup]Time: 8:05PM[/sup][/right][hr]
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Tanner. Home. Kirstie had mixed feelings about returning to her hometown. On one hand Tanner was the one place that she felt the most special, University hadn't exactly been the best experience for her.  Leaving Tanner had forced her to abandon her posse; her most elite group of friends. University had forced her to start all over again. Despite her best attempts at trying to create a brand new elite circle for herself Kirstie found it hard to adapt to the social circles of university. It seemed almost as if the social norms of high school didn't apply at university. As a result the normally social Queen bee was actually quite lonely during her college years.

Returning to Tanner was a perfect opportunity for Kirsty to start again. She wasn't entirely sure what happened to her entourage after they went to college. for the most parts they had all broken contact with her, or was it that she broke contact with them? Either way she was no longer in high school and therefore had to find new ways of making friends, at least in Tanner she knew some of the people. not that she really liked them, but she did know them. Regarding returning to the Coven Kirstie was rather indifferent to it. She never really enjoyed her witch training. She had always felt that she was mixed in with the common kids. And that was beneath her. All the while, Carlisle, Serena and Lilith got pulled away to do special training. 

Her indifference caused her to entirely skip over the coven meeting that morning. She didn’t particularly care to listen to Carlisle and his words. She remembered what he was like from high school, and if he hadn’t changed, then she wasn’t interested. She was pretty confident that a lamppost had better charisma than he did. Having him run the coven was just a recipe for disaster. While she did blow off the coven meeting, she did find out about the party. Now that was more her style. Still. She needed to look perfect for this. As a result, while everyone was out making themselves useful, she was out picking outfits. Retinal therapy was the best kind of therapy. More so when you weren't paying, but daddy was. After going through the shops all day. She found it. A red jacket dress finished with a black minibelt. That was the look she wanted. It was perfect. The neckline was so low that it left exactly nothing to the imagination and it would draw eyes towards her with ease. 

She knew the party was due to start at 7pm, or sometime around then. But in all honesty, she never planned to arrive until 8. At that point the party would have started. People would have started to get a little bored, and a little drunk. That meant when she walked in, all eyes would be on her. Driving into the driveway in her silver Mercedes SLK, she climbed out and locked it, taking a moment to adjust her minibelt. She then strutted towards the household and burst through the front door, opening it and sweeping through. She made sure to slam the door open, the sound of the impact hopefully getting people's attention. She then stood still for a moment, letting everyone get a good look at her. With her strut now complete, Kirstie made a beeline for the vodka at the table, grabbing a bottle and a cup and pouring herself a vodka and coke. Taking a stiff drink from it, her eyes wandered around the party. The vibe didn't quite feel right. Something was off with the way people were dancing. She took a deep breath and focused her mind, trying to look at people and see if she could read their auras. There was tension. So something had happened. With a soft sigh she leant back against the table, her eye wandering to the otherside of the room near the veranda entrance, seeing Aurora enter. She couldn't remember the woman's name in practice, but whoever she was, she didn't exactly look happy. Her Aura was off the chart. Something was about to happen, so Kirstie took a sip of her drink and stayed back, watching the movie unfold in front of her. 

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