"  i  look  good,  don't  i  ?  "  smirk  curled  around  plump  glossed  lips  ,  emine  cocking  her  head  to  the  side  to  challenge.  dress  ,  cinched  at  the  waist  and  low  at  the  bosom  ,  was  short  enough  to  draw  attention  but  not  short  enough  to  be  called  a  whore.  especially  the  line  she  liked  to  walk.  "  i  don't  blame  you  for  staring  ,  "  she  purred  ,  tone  sweet  like  candy  floss  ,  "  but  at  least  try  and  be  subtle  ?  "  

a bobby pin and a dream - that's all bianca needed to break into whatever locked off spaces she pleased. and today was no different. perched in the vehicles back seat, she reaches forward to rummage through the glove compartment, looking through whoever's car this was' scattered belongings throughout, completely unphased when they opened the car door and joined her. "you know, you really need to get this under control. do you know how many gun wrappers i found in here? ew." she said with a scrunch of her nose, leaning back against the seat with a huff as one long leg crossed over the other. "and for the record, your seats could totally use some refurbishing."

                           it’s probably her own fault   for being in this situation .  the typical  victim - like  mindset now cruising the femme’s mind as she’s escorted in the back room by a security guard for her own safety after the  incident with a crazy fan  . true , the blonde’s more than used to getting all sorts attention , even the  bad  , but none like this . none that result in her being  genuinely terrified  for her own safety . chocolate - y hues stare into blank space before her , shock evident on gorgeous features now smudged by mascara  &  tears ,  unaware of either  time or space  as someone kneels beside her .  ❝  i - i need to ... i need to call my - my dad ,  ❝  she barely manages to speak ,  shaky  fingers holding onto her iphone as if her life depends on it .  the femme doesn’t move a muscle , frozen on the same chair security pushed her onto before heading out to deal with the situation outside .  

standing  at  the  vending  machine  she  let  out  a  groan  ,  sunglasses  perched  on  top  of  her  head  .  it  was  obvious  from  a  mile  away  that  she  was  hungover  to  high  hell  but  it  was  nothing  new  ,  whatever  shots  of  her  might  find  themselves  online  soon  just  more  for  the  collection  .  “  do  hangovers  get  worse  with  every  year  past  21  or  am  i  imagining  it  ?  “

a  social  creature  ,  prone  to  loneliness  although  he  often  came  across  as  a  social  butterfly  whom  flapped  his  wings  erratically  all  over  the  place  ,  he  was  drawn  to  others  .  he  never  seemed  to  get  past  talking  about  the  most  surface  level  or  random  things  but  his  presence  was  bright  ,  known  and  full  of  energy  .  adjusted  cap  on  his  head  ,  "  and  they  asked  me  to  be  a  celebrity  guest  on  dancing  with  the  stars  and  i  was  all  like  ,  dude  ,  what  ?  !  me  ?  i  feel  like  i  need  to  dance  with  the  stars  before  i  can  judge  other  people  …  you  know  ?  i  still  talk  to  trees  and  scream  at  the  sky  …  i'd  be  giving  everyone  a  ten  and  if  they  danced  to  beyonce  then  that'd  just  knock  me  out  .  "

“where does it snow more than here?” okay, that was probably a dumb question, it snowed more than here just about everywhere but he knew what he meant. “i think i wanna move there, i want one of those lakes that freezes over so i can skate there.” he might have mentioned something about his concussion earlier in the conversation when he had found the other, or he might have missed out that vital piece of information. he wasn’t sure, coach had just yelled at him - DON’T BE ALONE! he’d never said that he had to tell the other party why. “mhumm, i might move to canada, the chicks would love me.” 

“You’re telling me that this outfit isn’t working? I didn’t think fashion trends changed that quickly,” Freddie whined over his drink, looking down at the outfit that had called the conversation into question. “At least tell me my hair looks alright.”

“so you’re dicaprio’s new thing?” the question almost had her choking on the scotch she had been drinking just a moment before. parties for mingling were not really her thing but it had been an all together easy night until the attention had been on her. and that was not a question that she had been expecting to be thrown her way. god you spend one night sat next to someone on a talk show and the rumors fly. “i know leo likes them young, dumb and blonde but i’m not the next on the list.”