#ftp:starter

Camila's thinly veiled disdain for her environment was becoming more conspicuous by the second, and post-holiday parties like the one she was attending certainly didn't help. Most nights, she didn't go completely dry; in fact, she was cradling a nearly empty flask in her hands, opting for her own brand of jungle juice instead of a bottle of champagne that she knew she couldn't even pretend to enjoy. Still, the mixture of alcohol didn't drown out the constant, nagging conglomeration of unnecessary screams and desperate pleas for attention. "It's one AM," she remarked with an eyeroll, the sardonicism falling from her lips. "Do you know where your former child stars are?"

"Apparently, getting drunk on Christmas now means I'm an alcoholic." Iris rolled her eyes as she quoted what her Mother had said to her last week. When the girl booked her flight back to Colorado, she hadn't expected to arrive back in Los Angeles five days early. The constant fighting between her and her parents had given her a never ending supply of headaches, which is why she decided to end her Holiday Vacation sooner than expected. Pushing her hair out of the face, she let out a small giggle. "Whatever, at least I can get shitfaced on New Years!"

"Let's place a bet." Spencer slurred; one hand on her hip while the other held an auburn, strong flavored drink in a glass. "Whoever bangs Tom Cruise, Leo D, and--and Morgan Freeman gets to have my Oscar." Was she drunk? Maybe. Fuck that, she was shwasted out of her mind. "Yeah," she hiccuped while her drink spilled from her hand, "let's do it!"

"Honestly, I have no idea what to do with my new apartment." Scarlett admitted. Finding time for hanging out with family friends seemed almost impossible for the brunette. After booking too many modeling jobs than she can take, the pressure had finally started to show on her features. Being able to manage her time was always something she was good at. But with the resent family drama that was something unusual for the Grahams, work and some disturbing magazine headlines Scar was aat her worst. Some of the results of it being red eyes, under eye dark circles and paler skin. Luckily covering that up seemed like the easiest thing to do right now. "It's so big and I don't have the time for decorating it, Christmas shopping and you know all of that stuff I should be looking forward to." 

Bea picked up her things absent-mindedly, shoving her book into her bag and cradling her empty plastic Starbucks cup under her arm.The redhead was clad in sunglasses and a beanie, trying not to be noticed by anyone. She doubted anyone would actually notice her; the food court was practically deserted aside from the young family sitting a ways away, near Panda Express. As she focused on dumping her garbage into the trash can, Bea didn't realize the person approaching, or even that their pathways were somehow intertwined. "Shit," she grumbled as the two bodies collided. "Sorry about that." 

“Honestly, who even decided that it was a good idea to give people presents on Christmas? Isn't it Jesus' birthday? He should be the one getting presents, not everyone else in the world. I don't have time to buy gifts for all the people I like when I just released an album like a month ago!” She says it with the most discouraging tone ever, as if the entire holiday was just about to be ruined; and before anyone else has the opportunity to reply, she continues with her rant, hands all over the place and not stopping once to breathe. “I have stuff to do like everyday now, and a dog to take care of — who even allowed me to get a dog right now? I think I might lose my mind pretty soon... but, I mean, on the other hand, I feel fantastic right now, all I need is some Christmas spirit.”

I need to stop spending so much money on Christmas ornaments. My tree is literally decked out in glitter already and it'll probably topple over before morning because of all the weight.

"Yet another script thrown in the trash. I get nothing short of offers to play the loud-mouthed best friend who's two steps from performing a Mexican hat dance. Yawn. Television it is."