beauty queen.

Eyes searched the different rooms inside the famed Murder House. How was someone supposed to find their way around this stupid freakin’ house? Scowl twisting her face down, Alice puffed her cheeks out and let an exasperated sigh. “Does anyone even freakin’ live here?” she called out, pissed that she was having to walk around this place at all. Dammit, Keith. Why did he have to end up in a place like this? “Stupid, supposed haunted house. Stupid, maze,” she grumbled, continuing her trek through the house. 

Eden hummed softly to herself, blue eyes peering down to the contents of a chocolate filled box - someone bought Valentine’s Day chocolate a week too early and left it right on the kitchen counter. One idiot’s forgetfulness was the young ghost’s gain. Finally deciding on a darker hued truffle, she popped it in her mouth, leaning against the hallway wall. She closed her eyes in content for a brief moment before a voice alerted her. Eden looked left around the hallway, spotting a girl who seemed to be wandering aimlessly. The ghostly teen quickly turned visible, head cocked to the side as she studied the girl - living, she assumed - from behind. “Live is an interesting word to use here,” Eden called out back, finally swallowing down the hunk of chocolate. “You lost?”

"Not a fan of vodka?" Eden asked, her face lightly scrunched up as she set the bottle down. "What would you suggest we drink tonight?"

Hearing a girl’s voice claim a certain stretch of hallway, Eden couldn’t stop curiosity from getting the best of her. Instead of stopping and turning away, the petite spirit walked further down, stomping down a little harder than usual. She spotted the girl in question, a redhead laying in a pile of blankets, and she grinned, leaning against the wall. “Your hallway?” Eden asked, a well manicured brow arching up. “I’m pretty that this hallway belongs to the old white guy who bought the house. Not to you.”

A light giggle left Eden’s lips, her hand lifting up to cover her mouth. “Because people like to pretend that they like the taste. Their loss. I’d take some fruity drink over beer any day of the week,” she said with a grin, a well manicured brow arching up at Salem’s comment. “I can promise you a different drink won’t taste like that,” the brunette replied, holding her hand up in promise before grabbing her friend’s hand. She shut her eyes, trying to teleport the pair to the kitchen. But, the two stayed in their spot. Eden opened her eyes, glancing to Salem with a toothy grin. “Think you could get us to the kitchen?”

Eden scrunched up her nose, picking up the bottle right after Salem set it on the table. "Some people claim that beer is an acquired taste, or some stupid shit like that," she paused to take a quick sip of the beer and grimaced to herself, "but those people are liars. Beer is disgusting." Despite her words, the petite spirit took another swig before setting the bottle down. "Alcohol is only good when you can't taste alcohol," the brunette said with a shrug of her shoulder, blue eyes glancing to her friend. "I bet some sorority sister hid wine coolers or something in the fridge, if you wanna try a good drink."

“Yeah, probably a lazy thing. It makes more sense,” Eden agreed with a smile, the bag of chips opening with a light pop. She grabbed one of them into her mouth, shifting in her spot until she was facing the boy. “I do,” she lied easily in response to his question. “It’s my first year here, but I used to come here all the time when I was in high school. My sister was a part of the sorority, so I had to rush. Sort of like a legacy thing, you know?” The brunette tilted her head, studying the boy. “I’m guessing you’re a part of the frat?”

Eden giggled at Salem’s comment, crinkling her nose lightly. The petite brunette was always happy about the sorority sisters living in the house - after all, they provided good clothes, makeup, shoes… name it, and the girls probably had it. She led the way into the next room, turning invisible in case someone was inside. But, thankfully, school still in session made the room empty. Becoming visible, Eden dropped Salem’s hand and said, “I hope so, preferably a summer dress.” She made a beeline towards the dresser, opening up the top drawer.

Upon entering the room, Salem glanced around as Eden made her way to the dresser. She figured the closet wouldn’t be the worst place to check, especially if they were looking for dresses. Ghosting over to the sliding door, she opened it and instantly began snooping. “How long have you been dead, anyway?” She asked, though didn’t bother taking her head out of the closet so her voice was a little muffled.

Eden crinkled her nose at the sight of the contents of the top drawer - undergarments. While she believed in taking other girls’ clothes, she drew the line at panties. She closed the drawer and opened up the next, relieved to see shirts. She pulled out one, a purple crop top, and held it up to her chest. At her friend’s question, Eden set the shirt down on the top of the dresser before answering. “Since, like…. two-thousand five, I think?” She said, still rifling through the shirts. “Yeah, since then. A little bit before my eigtheenth birthday.”

Eden shrugged her shoulder at the boy’s decline of the food, walking out and shutting the door with her hip. “I have no clue, honestly,” she answered with a smile in his direction, moving to the counter. She set her water and chips onto it before hopping up herself, pale, bare legs dangling a few inches off of the floor. “I think it might be like a… like a pride thing, in a way? Pride’s not the right word, but I can’t think of it right now. Anyway,” the brunette said, a light chuckle bubbling from her lips, “I mean, like… no one wants to throw away something that isn’t theirs, and thinks that the person who bought them should throw them away. Kind of gross, right? But, I guess that’s the way stuff works around here.”

Eden crinkled her nose at the girl’s dare, but nodded her head - it was a little gross, but nothing she couldn’t handle. The brunette stood up from her perch on the couch and smoothed out her shirt before walking through the living room to the hallway. “I just, like, hope to God or whoever, that there’s no horse radish,” the spirit admitted with a light laugh, making her way to the kitchen. “That stuff is mega gross.” Once in the room, she made a beeline to the fridge, opening up and peering inside. “Gotta start grabbing shit,” Eden said, quickly grabbing the mayonnaise and ketchup in the side compartment and setting them on the counter.

Eden smiled widely at the older girl’s iquiry, nodding her head. Games such as ’Truth or Dare’ or ’Would You Rather’ reminded her fondly of her friend’s sleepovers back when she was alive - not her own, however. The brunette wasn’t allowed sleepovers after a friend nearly suffocated during a game the two created. “I pick dare,” Eden answered with confidence, sitting up a little straighter in her spot.