Cerise Harvey is a twenty-three year old hopeless romantic and over achiever, following closely in the shadows of her father, Michael Harvey- top criminal defense attorney of New York, legacy. With big shoes to fill, she's always gone above and beyo...
Cerise downed the remainder of her tequila, quickly licking the salty rim as she sat the crystal glass down onto her bathroom counter as she scrunched up her face feeling the putrid liquid go down and warm up her insides.
"And if I leave what is home now it's just a house that is haunted—," She sang, to Mariah the Scientist's 'Spreadthin' as she leaned into large vanity bathroom mirror applying her Dior lip oil to her plump pink lips— placing her bunny ears onto her head and fluffing her blow out.
It was October 31st— a girl's favorite holiday. As Cady Heron said, 'In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it'.
And Cerise was doing just that. It was her one night of the year to dress slutty free of judgment and go out with her girls and she practically couldn't wait for the night to begin— to have another night she won't remember with people she won't forget either.
She was dressed in the typical and unoriginal playboy bunny costume— a pink leotard bustier that made her perky D cup breasts sit up highly and accentuates her tiny waist with black tights, a pair of shiny black patent leather Louboutin pumps and topping the look off with the classic bunny ears.
Hearing a knock at her door, she shuffled to the front of her condo in her fluffy pink slippers— opening the door.
Asante stood on the other side of the door in a black, skin tight, latex cat suit that hugged her curvy body tightly with a bright red lip— she was a sexy cat woman.
Cerise let out an excited squeal as the women embraced one another really quickly.
"I know you didn't start pregaming without me," Asante said, dropping her black Dior saddle bag onto the counter and helping herself to Cerise's mini bar in the living room.
"I did," Cerise giggled. "I needed it," She mumbled, more so to herself as she took the shot Asante poured for her of the 1942 on her bar cart.
Drinking had become Cerise's new vice— responsibly of course. It took the mental edge off, freeing her mind from its own shackles and made her life seem a little less chaotic for a couple hours.
They clinked their glasses together before throwing back the shots— each shot less strong than the one before.
"Oh my gosh I'm going to be drunk before we even leave," Cerise laughed, her face flushing with color as the alcohol seeped into her system.
"Move towards the door— it's a better background," Asante said.
Cerise did as she was told, moving closer to the door as she posed for a picture— sucking in her stomach even tighter and poking out her hip, fluffing her hair to get the golden shot.
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Cerise squealed boisterously as her heel got stuck in a sewer grate upon getting out of their Uber, almost causing her to fall as her and Asante broke into infectious laughter while drunkenly ambling to the rooftop holding the Halloween event for all the people that didn't have responsibilities tonight— while the ones with responsibility went from house to house collecting candy as they rang on doorbells.
