“Do make sure you tell Bruce he’s still a twat, yeah? Catch you next time, Liz.”
Mackenzie Davenport smiled as she hit ‘end call’ on her cellphone.
It had been a year since her father, in all of his collective wisdom, had decided that Palm Beach was a better fit for the two of them rather than sticking with London. But if he was so stuck on family and all of that other crap, why was he schmoozing at a Hollywood party on the other end of the country? Why hadn’t he come back to Florida with Mackenzie? The answer was pretty simple as far as she could make out, though by this point in their amazingly strained father-daughter relationship Mackenzie didn’t really give a shit.
If her dad got to be at a party, well, there was no reason she couldn’t be at a party either.
Fortunately, for Mackenzie it wasn’t difficult to find a party given none other than Kavi Salvador had decided he was hosting one, with refreshments provided. As it was no surprise to probably anybody ever, Mackenzie was all about free drinks and awesome parties. Finding a costume wasn’t hard considering the fact she had too many to count and most of them were “party-friendly”. After all, trick-or-treating was never really her thing. The one outfit
she had decided on for this particular party fit her almost perfectly. It was simple with long crimson and black colors, hugged her like a pro, and gave her the impression that she was just a bit devilish.
Just a little bit.
Mackenzie checked her makeup in her rear-view mirror of her car one last time as she put aside her phone and her keys. It had felt like a long time since she had been to a party like this. She had missed Homecoming and Diablo’s party due to obligations with her father, though after hearing how the former went down she was kind’ve glad she had been excused from the event. Not that she would’ve had any problem being someone’s forced date, but the fact that another group of old men were trying to dictate her life. Dictators were definitely not her aesthetic. Missing Diablo's party was definitely a bummer, though. But regardless of that double-edged sword she was here now and she definitely wasn't missing this specific rager. She just wondered what kind of shenanigans were going to happen.
She smiled as she opened the car door and took a step outside, with eyes forward.“It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”
She muttered, thinking the last time she had been inside Kavi's place of business as she began walking toward the front door. It appeared she was as fashionably not-on-time as usual.
It appeared no time at all as she passed the “security” that Kavi had apparently hired, entering the party with a full-bodied wave of energy hitting her like a brick. She wondered where the fun was at, or more importantly, where the alcohol was. She hadn’t had her fix in quite some time. Last year’s run in with the cops had put her in a “dry county” for a good amount of time and her father had screamed at her like he hadn’t done since the one time she was caught with Liz in London with something a lot worse than a few beers. She was just happy she got away with that shit and everything was basically back to normal again, or what qualified as normal in Palm Beach.
As she shifted through the dark corridors as loud music blared around her she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Soon enough she would find what she was looking for... and maybe some additional things that she wasn't.