Bad Bitches

Tequila Mockingbird | Dandy

"The nineties didn’t have that bad of music, but the shit they were playing. It was probably one of the councilers homemade CD’s. There surely won’t be any bumping and grinding to that." Candy shook her head, as small chuckles escaped her lips. She ran a hand through her blonde locks, crossing her legs. "Hopefully the bottle gets chilled fast, I’ve never heard of the ‘stick it in the sink with cold water’ method." The female teased.

"The nineties had bad music but they resisted from this nonsense." She said with a laugh. She laguhed even harder as she thought about it. "It's probably the counselor's mixtape. Trying to see if they can slip it to a producer if a bunch of bad girls like it. Boy are they going to be disappointed." She smiled. She stuck her tongue out at her and chuckled quietly. "We have limited options, Shirley Temple. I'm just doing what I can!"

Blowin down | Raisy

"I’m not a miracle worker. I just have a lot of experience," Raina smirked at the girl following in her shadow. She dug her hand into her bag, fumbling around for her key. "Ah-ha!" Her perfectly manicured fingers clutched the key and raised the metal to her lips for a quick victory kiss. "Always over prepare. Always," Raina looked Daisy in the eyes before inserting the key and finally opening her room.

"You sneak things around a lot?" She asked, following after her and watching as she got her key out. She snorted quietly at the dramatics that Raina displayed as she pressed a kiss to the key. Daisy really had nothing to say so she just gave her a heavily amused smile and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Sounds like you went to one of those camps for survivalists."

Tequila Mockingbird | Dandy

Candy nodded, and did as the other instructed. The female was often one to do things on a random impulse, and as she stated before loved excitement — and frankly, that party was probably the opposite of that. Once she had put the bottle into the sink filled with the chilly water, she ambled back into Daisy’s room. “I love Vodka, this is gonna’ make everything ten times better.” She beamed, sitting down on a nearby comfortable chair.

Daisy laughed and locked her bedroom door. It was mainly to keep the other girls out and slow down security when they tried to break in. "Seriously. I'm pretty sure they made the foos terrible to try and get us out of the habit of parties." Daisy laughed and flopped comfortably onto her own bed. She wasn't sure she had a roommate and certainly hadn't met her yet. "The music was straight from 1999. I guess they didn't want any bumping and grinding."

Sounds perfect to me.