Doors of Oppurtunity

That is too bad… We can just steal the frying stuff idea. Hips, thighs, and bellies can roam free.

Yeah they can!

Well, I happen to love the southern way.

Too bad the southern way doesn't love hips. Or thighs. Or bellies...

…Right on, little one. Fry until we die.

Always! You can make anything better by frying it. It's the southern way!

Okay, now that sounds like heart attack waiting to happen… but so unrealistically good.

Well I'm not doctor, so I try no to bother.

…Fuck, that sounds tempting. Shoo, temptress.

Or better, we could go get a chocolate-covered deep-friend Twinkie.

"At least you took the initiative to do it, that’s the best way to achieve something," Aurora commented, knowing that taking the initiative was really the only way to get things done. You needed to have the drive to accomplish something and have the will to actually go through with it were you to be successful at all. She herself had been fairly resistant to leave home and go to the academy, but she had eventually opted to attend seeing as it was the best thing for her to do.

"Oh I love a good romance! So sweet and lovely." Boo thought it was fitting for Aurora, she looked like one of those girls in the movies. You know, the blonde one who finds herself along the way while winning her beau. Well, that was all of them. "But if I had my choice," she continued, "I'd sit down with a cup of warm milk and a scary movie. None of them blood and guts slasher films, but the monster movies. Godzilla, Frankenstein, Dracula, you know, the classics."

…I mean gross… I can feel my arteries clogging.

Embrace it. Embrace the fat. Deep fry the addiction. And then eat it.

You know you can go to the store and buy one for like five bucks, right? 

Aw, but where's the fun in that?

I’m becoming addicted to festival food, it seems.

If by gross you mean the best thing you've ever eaten, then yes very gross.

"No problem." She cocked an eyebrow and nodded her head at the girl, a devious smile playing on her lips. 

"Well isn't that convenient." Boo commented and then took another drink, wincing at the burn that got slightly worse with every swallow. "Man I wish I had my car here. My momma wouldn't let me take it here." In a shrill voice with an even more exaggerated accent. "There's no way I'm letting a 17-year-old drive a thousand miles in that piece of junk by herself, are you crazy?" She laughed, a little louder than was comfortable, maybe to try and alleviate the heavy atmosphere until the booze kicked in and she didn't feel so out of place. Another big drink made it's way down her throat and she felt her cheeks warm up. If it was from the alcohol or sheer embarrassment, she couldn't tell.

"It really is for the best, we would need to family eventually. This makes it into a more gradual transition," Aurora agreed, nodding. She had heard that going to university was occasionally difficult for people who had never lived away from home before, it being so different from the regular going home after classes end schedule.

"I had always wanted to be on my own, but never thought I'd have the...pardon me...balls to do it." Boo said with an embarrassed smile. She was far from innocent, but there was something about bad language that was always off-putting to her. She didn't like to use it, and she didn't like to hear it. "When I got my letter, I just went for it you know?"

The party girl that was Sienna Andonov practically had a liquor cabinet stashed beneath the sink in her bathroom and it wasn’t something that she usually wanted to share with other people. She found that she only liked existing when she could numb the world around her - something that only happened when she had enough whiskey in her body to keep her from realizing what was going on in the world around her. 

Honestly, Boo didn't really know what do do first. Should she just sit down and drink? Should she say something first, or get right to it? In the end, she decided with the latter. Grabbing a bottle of brandy from underneath a blanket where she saw Sienna grab, and sat down on the edge of the bed. she rolled the bottle in her hands, looking at its contents and then back up at Sienna. Boo felt weird about this whole thing, although she couldn't figure out why. It was one thing to drink with her best friends, or even by herself, but with a stranger? "At least it'll help me unwind..." she thought to herself.

"It was and they are, there’s always something going on in that house and it’s wonderful." Living with the three women had left Aurora with more than enough crazy stories, each one unique but still involving the same cast members.

"I know how you feel. My momma and I are awfully close. I don't know what I'd do without her." Boo loved her mother more than almost anything. She was always there with a nugget of wisdom or some story that would perfectly explain how she was feeling. 

Meet me in my room? Olympus Hall, room 103. 

Yeah, totally.