#p.joe

@joedamatojr

Corinne was never one to say no to a party, even if they were just thinly veiled work functions that let her play dress up. This though was a real party, a birthday party— a casual night of fun and drinks and food and friends. She was dressed for the occasion too; slightly overdressed but make it sexy. What she wasn’t expecting was for her shameful little party trick to follow her to this party. 

After the events of the debate, and the subsequent massive hotel bill— she decided coke was just not for her, she feared that she’d soon become Mia Wallace but without the cool backdrop of a Tarantino film. So she’d been consciously avoiding calling Hans or events where she’s sure there’d be some. But this time was different, she stumbled into it in the same Disney princess fashion in which she stumbled into many things. Left door, or right door? Oh look! They’re doing lines, I think I’ll be fine with just one...and one turns into two, and two turns into three and before she knows it, she’s found herself in the hallway all alone in the most euphoric state she’s ever felt.

It’s only when she bumps into something? someone that she remembers where she is. She rubs at her nose with the back of her palm instinctively. “Joe?” she asks, her tone fearfully surprised. “I didn’t, I didn’t know you knew Harper and Jack,” the pot lights in the ceiling give him an odd halo effect, as if he’s her saving grace. They also don’t help in hiding her dilated pupils, and whatever was left on the button of her nose that she desperately kept trying to wipe off.

Corinne had always been an active girl. Soccer, polo, swimming, track, cycling, she did it all when she was younger. She had yet to grow out of her constant need for activity phase, and now had both an active soul cycle membership and a membership to one of those overpriced gyms in Columbia Heights. Corinne has never once felt old— okay maybe when she sees high school aged girls who look like she did out of college, walking around with iced coffee and those little juul thingies she felt old but never anything crazier than that. But, when she found herself surrounded by 20 somethings from Georgetown she became slightly self conscious. Her new found gym buddies kept her up to date on all the new athletic wear fads which had over time taken over her closet, lululemon skin tight leggings being the pinnacle of rich girl athletic wear. Corinne had spent almost upwards of $500 on these stupid leggings and yet every time she took a mirror selfie with her gang she thought “damn! my ass looks great in these!” Her gym time was her me time though and she much preferred never running into anyone she worked with in the gym, not only because it would be odd but she’d never be caught dead is ass tight leggings anywhere. Today she was alone, no girl gang to shield her from wandering eyes— simply just her, her headphones, and the brand new workout routine recommended to her by Brooke. With a blonde ponytail Ariana would envy she loaded weights onto a barbell, guessstimating how much she could realistically squat. As she turns to get a weight plate she’s startled by someone standing by the shelf off weights. She pulls out an earbud before tapping on the others shoulder “Sorry, I just need to squeeze past ya’ really quickly, I need that 20lbs plate.”