x - party time: OPEN
Parties. One wouldn’t usually see Michelle at this type of gathering, but she figured she would give it a go. Somehow a few mutual friends had convinced her that getting belligerently drunk and high with a bunch of strangers whilst dancing would be a fun idea. It wasn’t anything like the shy girl had expected. That whole entire night, she was either searching for a familiar face, or getting grabbed and danced on by ladies who were “white girl with daddy issues” wasted. Bleh. The olive-skinned girl scrunched her nose in detest, obviously moving along and trying to find a calm place to sit and actually gather her thoughts. Up the stairs she went, her jewelry clinking as she took each step. That evening she had just worn a simple strapless black dress and bright red combat boots. Her physique was awfully nice, no wonder guys were hitting on her left and right. She wanted nothing to do with it. All she wanted to do was to find a place to roll a blunt. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she saw a vacant room available, and she sat down on a couch, pulling out her weed a few blunt wraps. A heavy sigh escaped her plush red lips, “Finally. Some peace.”
