After a very long day of shopping, you came back to your house to wind down a bit before getting ready for the scavenger hunt later tonight.
You popped open a bottle of wine, you had a taste for the ones that were a few hundred a piece, and then ordered a pizza with your favorite toppings. You weren't too into fancy dishes like a lot of people you knew who would only eat cheese if it was flown in from Italy, otherwise they'd obnoxiously claim to be lactose intolerant, and you only ate like them when you were actually with them. So, whenever you were alone, which was probably a few days a week, you always ordered junky takeout, ate leftovers or just made boxed mac and cheese or something along those lines.
One of the luxuries you did enjoy was the fashion this city had to offer; it was one of the very few reasons you stuck around after your dad gave you the boot. Even when you were washing dishes for a restaurant in the evening and working a nine to five crappy job during the day just to make ends meet, you were still fascinated by everything the fashion world offered. You wouldn't go as far as to buy the knock offs because it didn't feel the same and you weren't doing it to show others up, you truly loved the make of everything.
Once you started shamelessly using your powers to your advantage, the first thing you bought was a pair of Chanel sunglasses and you never got rid of that first pair because it meant something.
It gave you a taste of a world you could live in and you never looked back.
After you ate and drank about a third of the bottle that just gave you a slight buzz, you went upstairs to change.
You combed through your walk-in closet off the master bedroom and hummed a song that's been stuck in your head while you decided.
Last time, it was a bad idea to wear a black dress for many reasons, so you decided on a red flowing top with high waisted black designer jeans and a pair of black boots. You would usually wear something else, but you were limited with these types of hunts because you knew it would require quite a bit of walking and you'd probably get alcohol spilt on whatever you wore anyway.
You nodded to yourself with a smile, laying the clothes out on your bed before heading into the bathroom for a shower.
You never minded spending so much time by yourself, it was relaxing to just step back from the crazy city into your somewhat quiet oasis, compared to your previous apartment where hearing a gunshot at night was pretty normal it was dead silent, and you never cared for constantly being on the move.
Some of the people you knew thrived off a much more social life, using social media and networking to make all their money, and you knew it took effort, but you were slightly outcasted because you didn't post every day. It didn't bother you too much, you probably posted twice a week or less, but the people around you acted like you were dead if you weren't constantly checking in with your followers.
As you toweled off, you knew you could take a small peak to see how this night would end, but you kind of liked the surprise these days. And when you refrained from stealing a glimpse, you avoided a major migraine in the process which was always a bonus.
You got dressed, did your makeup and put your hair up to lessen the chance of getting something in it later before you checked the time. You picked up the pace when you noticed it was about five of eight, everyone always arrived a bit late, but if you were too late then they start without you, and then headed out the door to wave down a cab.
It was always easy to get a taxi in this area because you were only a few blocks from the park, but you needed to be on the other side of it and there was no way in hell you were going to walk that far.
"I'm here, I'm here!" You called over as you got out and spotted some people you knew along with a handful you didn't.
"Finally," Angela scoffed in annoyance, smiling and grabbing you into a half hug, "Thought you were bailing on us."
"Again." Christopher added in a mumble and you rolled your eyes, forcing a smile.
"So, where do we begin?" You asked the group of about twelve, half of which were already tipsy from wherever they prepartied.
Prehunted? Prescavenged?
It was some bar either way.
"This one has individual cards with our names on them this time," Candace told you with a bored shrug, handing you yours, "I think it's all different?"
"Wait," You shook your head with a smile of disbelief, opening the card with your first item to get, "How'd they know who was going to show up?"
"Would you calm down?" Angela teased, "We were all thinking this was Delevingne's doing."
"Why would Ca-" You stopped yourself short when you realized where you were going, "Uh, what um, what did you guys get?"
"I'm going to Chinatown!" Christopher squealed, raising his card, "I have to get a picture with...oh, that's boring."
"What is it?" Angela asked him, peering over his shoulder at the card.
"What'd you get?" Candace asked and you showed her the card, "Whoa! That's not going to be easy."
"It's impossible," You told her, "How would I even steal that?"
"I don't know," She shrugged, looking back down at her card, "I have to get a picture of me kissing someone on the top of the empire state building and I'm like super single, so we're in the same boat."
"Mm," You pursed your lips with squinted eyes and your voice was high, "I don't think making out with a stranger on top of some building is the same as having to steal Captain America's shield, but go off I guess."
"Yeah," She agreed with a slow nod, "But at least the shield will go nicely with your outfit."
