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" help i'm still at the restaurant "
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Wind blew soundlessly against the open window of the Blake Mansion, pushing the grey curtains farther into the large room. Music boomed loudly, only being drowned out by girlish giggles of BAM who were getting ready at Beverly's Vanity. As common as this occurrence is, it usually involved lower music and less booze.
"She's a Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard." Rowly danced around the room, a black flask clasped in her manicured hand. The girls were meant to be getting ready for the annual Senior Scribe, the student council hosted every year. Being one of the most exclusive and 'influential' cliques at the school, they should've been there a while ago but Cleo, ever the drama queen, was being melodramatic and insisted they show 'fashionably late'.
"What man are you eating, you raging lesbian?" said girl poked, still applying mascara as she eyed her tipsy friend through the mirror.
"Don't question me. I'm embracing my inner Jennifer Check." Rowly paid her friend no mind, as she continued dancing around the room.
"You know, sometimes I think you only became a vampire because of your unhealthy obsession with Jennifer's body." Rowly simply shrugged at her friends, neither confirming nor denying the claim in the name of not caring.
