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"Don't get me wrong, I would hate to trade my sunscreen for lotion because my skin is cracking at the cold temperatures of New York, but I can't pretend to swim in my bath anymore." Barbie let out a sigh. "Does anyone feel like spending a weekend in the Hamptons to swim and eat lots of homemade popsicles? I'm paying and making the frozen treats! That's a special deal."
Mardi Slay
So, Mardi Gras. Fancy shindig. Lots of dancing, even more booze. A big whatever in Buffy’s eyes because she’s working tonight, so don’t be shocked if you catch her with her party down.
It’s not her ten ‘till four job, either. Nope, this one requires Miss alter ego. She-who-hangs-out-in-cemeteries. Except she’s not hanging, she’s lurking, and this place? Courtyard, not a cemetery...
Either way, full slay mode activated. Beware creepy vampires.
Why The Long Face? // Starter 002.
Katherine’s pouty, irritable, but worst of all? She’s got a rip in her brand new designer jacket. Not that she had to pay a pretty penny for it, but it’s limited edition and that was gonna cost somebody.
She’s drinking alone, too. Glass of bourbon in one hand and a twirling fork in the other, which she was just itching to stab into some nobodies hand. Would you believe? She’s having a bad day.
Wh-whoa... it’s almost March... Have I.... missed much?
Oooo-eeeeee this town sure does keep me on my toes! [chuckles] I need a drink after all this!
