@behindaccentsβ wants an audience with the queen of hell (for QUEEN B, Blair Waldorf)
ππ·π΄ ππΏπΏπ΄π π΄π°ππ ππΈπ³π΄ was not a place April had ever intended on visiting. The smell of GUCCI and PRADA was enough to make her nauseous, and the residents had their noses so high in the air, April could see every lastΒ BAT in their caves. Any time she mentioned being from Pawnee, Indiana, their looks of disgust rivaled her own...but π»π΄ππ»πΈπ΄ πΊπ½πΎπΏπ΄ needed them. April wanted to mess with the harpies of the UES more than almost anything, but wanting Leslie becoming Indianaβs governor outweighed pretty much everything else. She would make time for fun later.Β
πππ πππ πππππ πππππππ π πππ ππππ π π³ππ°πΆ. April would have thought, with all that money and power, that theyβd at least have been able to throw a decent party. What a YAWN. At least there were cocktails. If she had to listen to one more middle-aged white dude drone on and on about mutual funds and the stock market, she was going to do something drastic.Β
When her fake laugh had worn out, April approached a couture-clad brunette who looked closer to her in age than anyone else in the room. For all April knew, she was probably just as stuck-up as the rest, but at least PRE-HISTORIC BEASTSΒ hadnβt roamed the earth when she was born.Β "πΈπ πππππππππ ππππππππππππ πππππ'π ππππππ π π΄ππ ππΎπΎπ½, πΈ'π πππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ π πππππ ππ πππππ ππππππ ππ." These trust fund babies probably had ZERO sense of humor, but either way, it would be entertaining.Β












