FERRARI is UP, UP & AWAY!
IN CHARACTER.
Name: Ferrari
Age: 18
Location: South Park, Colorado
Occupation: Waitress and cage dancer/club promoter.
Sexuality: She’s just sexual. She doesn’t have a preference as long as you can get her off.
Love Interests: No one has caught her eye thus far.
Friends: Porsche, Mercedes, and Lexus.
Enemies: Probably extreme feminist characters, pfft.
Ferrari has matured, sure, but she’s still about having fun and living it up. She continues to work at Raisins, but also works at a new club that opened up an hour out of town. She tends to get her friends in for free, underage or not, and absolutely LOVES this job because of all the attention she receives. Some call her an attention whore, she just calls it being popular. Ask her nicely, throw in a promise of a sexual or drug related favor, and maybe she can get you into the club.
She lives with her grandmother in the shitty part of South Park and cannot wait to graduate and get out of town. She wants to move onto bigger and better things and is tired of her mother always stumbling in whenever she needs money for her drugs. Ferrari and her grandmother have a pretty alright relationship, though her grandmother has no idea of the things Ferrari gets up to.
She considers Porsche to be her closest friend, though she also adores Mercedes and Lexus. She may be a bitch, but she will never let these girls fall, though she has let a man come between them a few times. But, whatever, she’s so over that, yanno? She really doesn’t have too many friends outside of work mainly because of the way she dresses and her personality. She’s not the nicest person on the planet and isn’t afraid to speak her mind and tell you how awful you look.
Although her grades are pretty terrible, she is trying to cut back on the partying and find a tutor to help her. She’s quite worried she won’t graduate and will be stuck in South Park longer than she had planned, which makes her jump into partying (especially drugs) even more. Whatever she can do to take the anxiety away.
She also has commitment issues, which is probably why she blows through boyfriends and girlfriends so quickly. This is because of the lack of a stable relationship with anyone in her life. She was dumped at her grandma’s when she was eight and never saw her father. What little she remembers of her mother is the terrible and often abusive relationships the woman was in. She also just really likes sex and loves to have fuck buddies, even if she’s in a relationship.
A small smirk tugged at her lips as she pulled herself up and into the cage, dressed in an outfit that showed off all the right places while still covering her up tastefully. She could hear the crowd cheering and cat calling for her as the DJ announced her name with much gusto and she ate it up like it was cake. This was definitely more rewarding than anything else, really. It was better than alcohol, better than drugs. Whenever she got in the limelight and lost herself in the music was when she felt at peace, when she felt that, maybe, everything was going to work out. Sure, not many people approved of her night job, but who cared?
She certainly didn’t and she never did. Maybe that’s why people called her a bitch... because she lacked manners and had no fucks to spare when people gave their opinion about her. She had been called nearly everything in the book and she had laughed it all off. She didn’t have time to worry over how others saw her. She only had time to live and have fun while she still could.
Ferrari let a hand trail over the bars as the music hit a lull, taking in a deep breath and smiling out at the familiar faces of her friends before the music took off again. She moved fluidly with the beat, sweat beginning to dot her skin, her heart seemingly beating in time with the drums. She closed her eyes briefly, letting the music envelop her, the calls of the crowd watching her distant and far away. She liked this because she could forget for a few hours. Forget who she was, forget about school, her mother, everything. All she had to focus on was the beat of the tune and that was it. It was quite lovely, really. She sometimes thought about taking up music as her profession, but the idea of college, of her future, terrified her for some inexpiable reason.
No time to think of that, she reminded herself, blinking as a light flashed in her direction. Just dance.
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