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Post by Camille Daniels on Mar 25, 2010 12:42:48 GMT -8
A tiny, pale head poked through the crack to take a peek of what could've been hidden on the other side of the door. Large, brown eyes scanned across the room wildly before a very disappointed sigh fell from her plump, pink lips. Within moments of her head retreating, the door burst open as she gracefully pranced across the floor with just the tip of her larger toe barely bouncing against the wood. Even being an underground location gave no excuses for the lack of bodies in this place on a Saturday night.
She adored parties; the more bodies there were, the more entertaining everything was. Hopefully she was just the first one here instead of the only one, which would mean that she got fist pick on who to fuck around with. A snicker couldn't help but release itself from the instigating woman, who appeared more like a girl than anything as she twirled across the floor. Coming to a pause at the bar, nimble legs lifted themselves up to swing over the counter and land on the other side. All of this boredom and dancing seemed to have parched dear Cammie's tongue.
Taking a glass and a cool, clear bottle, she poured herself the first of many drinks to come. Blood rarely took care of quenching her thirsts, but what can the alcoholic say? Even if she couldn't get drunk, there was nothing like the stinging feeling of gin burning through her throat.
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