¹ @sparkgina, YOU TALK TO THE WALLS WHEN THE PARTY GETS BORED OF YOU.
her lips a shade of rouge, paired with a nude dior, to mask the sultry she possesses hidden behind a pristine and clean facade. each sway of her body, no matter how calculated her body language may be, it can’t help but radiate an aura of coco chanel and desperation. that smile of hers hasn’t been paired with that subtle boldness it tends to carry, that special coy beam she sports on a near daily. . . something is very wrong. and of course, georgina picks up on it for she’s been witnessing the downfall of blair waldorf since the beginning of the day. a party catered for, reeking of privilege and despair, it seems all blair seems to be doing lately is failing. (miserably, may i add!) doe eyes roll at the raven haired’s observation, a scoff spat.
❛❛ and you would think that, because you only see what you want to see. you shouldn’t even be here, you weren’t invi SECURITY! [she yells out loud, before taking matters into her own hand, taking georgina’s arm and pulling her into the corner she’s been hiding in for the past twenty minutes]. i got rid of you once, i could do it again, unless you’d like everyone here to hear about the jesus-freak you had to be in order to get over the hit and run you framed s for. ❜❜