LUXURY

＂Ｃｈａｍｐａｇｎｅ Ｉｓ Ａ Ｒｅｂｏｕｎｄ＂ (2/4)

Paisely Mont Vernon barely realized the ride in public transportation was finally over. When she had first decided to catch a taxi, she had been expecting scraps of Burger King and McDonald's to litter the backseat, faded pennies filling up the cup holders, and a creepy driver that turned out to be a serial killer or some kind of magical Harry Potter contraption - this was the exact description of the taxi she, Erika, and Jac had dared to take before except the driver had been a perv instead of a wizard.

However, Paisely felt lucky that she hadn't let some prejudice and bad experience with taxis keep her from her semi-wonderful time. The vehicle wasn't dirty and the driver was actually nice. In fact, she had spent the entire ride discussing her life, what corruption means, and children shows they both had guilty pleasures for.

Apparently, the taxi driver still watched a show about a pretty Pegasus and was a self-proclaimed 'Brony.'

The car finally stopped in front of the familiar Mont Vernon estate with its towering, arched gate, beige stucco alit by every light inside, and nearly the entire family's collection of luxury vehicles parked in front of the mansion as if they were on display.

The only unfamiliar that speckled the estate was the fact there were drunk kids dressed in designer PJs stumbling around the manicured, artificial lawn, Corvettes and Bentleys all stuffed into the Mont Vernon's parking lot - some even parked on the fake grass - and Drake's 'Hotline Bling,' booming from what was probably the Mont Vernon's monster stereos and possibly keeping every person on the block from their leisure slumber.

"Woah, what circus you have going on here, miss." She heard the driver mumble loudly.

What a circus, indeed.

Paisely hurriedly paid the brony - giving almost a thousand dollars for his super nice personality - and slipping out into the chilly night that slightly smelled like a mixture of buttery popcorn, vodka, and new car smell.

She didn't bother slipping back in her heels, simply walking barefoot past the drunk kids scattered on the lawn, some holding Gucci-clad teddy bears as they tossed back Moet & Chandon champagne. Paisely had no idea why everyone looked ready to go to bed but she felt like she'd been transported to a heavenly alternate universe of her world where everyone partied in pink, fluffy clouds and continuously poured expensive champagne into the Earth's atmosphere.

The inside of the mansion was the center of the most bizarre - and fun - party Paisely had ever seen thus far. The front hall was typical; couples who hadn't even made it past the door before going into a outright make out session, the catty girls who only came to gossip about those having a good time lingering on the exotic steps - the only girl missing was Erika Felix - and people who had clearly just come to take selfies in hopes of making some kind of 'bragging Filthy Rich' instagram account.

However, the living room that used to be pearly white loveseats and modern rectangular windows looking out over the Mont Vernon's large pool and mini mansion for a guesthouse was now a mess of white feathery-like things from the endless drunken pillow fights taking place.

'Where on Earth did they get all the birds to make those feathers?' Paisely thought but the "feathers" were quickly wiped out of her mind when she turned towards the open mid-century inspired dining hall door where someone had set out her parents' entire stash of liquor that they used to hide in cabinets, cars, and even the bank to no avail - because as soon as Mrs. Mont Vernon fell asleep, she'd start murmuring every password, credit card number, and hiding place she could think of.

Her mother's sleep talk was also the way she found out her father was actually a criminal who should have been in jail for fraud but only spent about two weeks before Grandma Vernon decided to pay the three million dollar bail - 'What a nice birthday present!'