#marlene1

Lex: Inquiring minds want to know…

“Hey,” Lux called, pushing off the wall she’d been resting against. Pink hair blew behind her in the wind, but she didn’t shiver much, as Washington usually offered the same kind of chill. “You’re the girl who commentates, right?” She asked, two brows raised as if she was eager to learn the answer. She already knew the answer.

“Always saw you as more of a Wednesday,” Nell’s compliment was delivered weakly, as she came face to face with Marlene. The party might’ve held all of the school in attendance, but it didn’t make the house any larger. She was bound to run into the owners at some point. She didn’t know if Marlene being drunk or not would help in her favor, but hoped that it would. Damn it all to hell if Nell started having nightmares about Morticia Addams next.

Jennifer flicked the butt of her cigarette to the ground, blowing out a final puff of smoke. She’d been using more than lately and felt quite hyper today, perhaps manic. “You should try pigtails,” She even randomly offered to a blonde she’d seen lots of times before.

Every surface was sticky with icing, but Maeve had stopped caring after only five minutes of wrestling with moist paper towels. The urge to lick her fingers clean was apparent through the entire meticulous process of placing gumdrops up the gingerbread castle’s moat. The sweets had been color coordinated with the Scottish flag, while a familiar holiday melody played a loud chorus. It was about the only music Maeve could tolerate. There was no other reason but nostalgia, her foot thumping along to the extraordinary sounds of trumpets and bells.

“What’s wayward son mean?” Mae asked, breaking any silence or concentration she’d previously been holding onto. She adjusted Santa’s hat on her blonde head of hair, the white pompom attached bouncing from her forehead.