P.S. YOU'RE WEIRD

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As I was taking a sip of this unknown drink made from the bartender. Which I recalled to order from him, and I was underage. But because of the way I dressed I looked mature TSK TSK , hehe that would be hilarious if I told Maggie about it.

Back to the story, yes and the drink that I think I ordered was called a Bloody Mary. Why? Because I am a curious girl. Why? Because I was born this way. Why? Because my parents- , well you guys understand right?

The only time I ever heard the word Bloody Mary was the time , children are gathered together at one place spilling scary ghost stories and the other is a drink in the movies. And I figured hey! I am bored and my dad is with his boss alongside my mother, so why not?

I am kinda getting the rebellious side of me out! Yay!

So I was saying, I was about to drink this fine specimen of beverage that might contains the living ghost of Queen Mary and her bloody victims. Have I told you I was dramatic? Well now you know. I had an accurate space of only 2 centimeters before my lips were to touch the beautiful carved glass cup that reminds me of Dracula's wine set. Before a DRAMATIC GASP has been heard from my right. I turned to return a DRAMATIC GASP back.

"Did they ever told you, pretty underage good girls aren't supposed to drink alcohol behind their parents back?" The smirk on his face was annoying but the fact that he caught me was more.

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<<<1 HOUR AGO>>>

"Here we are!!" My dad said cheerfully.

I placed one of my foot elegantly out trying to be a princess before stepping out fully from my dad's car. My dad offered his right arm for my mother to hold and so she did, and the left for me and so I did. We could be living the 1800's duchess and dutch. It was all so cliché and noble, so not my thing. Where is my Romeo then?

I wanted to go and see break dances not old ball dances later on but I enjoy ball dance's when either one of the partner can't dance, they will automatically step on the other partner's foot and trust me that's true love there. Reluctantly, I walked with both my parents side by side. First! The ball room was legit amazing! Second! The people in the ballroom were celebrities! What was my dad working as?! Third! Lets just say I nearly fainted when I saw Bob Morley, an actor in The 100 I was currently watching!

I whisper yelled into my father's ear, "YOU DID NOT TELL ME YOU WERE ACQUAINTED TO CELEBRITIES LIKE BOB MORLEY TO BE EXACT!" Then I could practically beg you to bring me to stuff like this!

My dad smirked. What? Did he just go bad boy on me? Nuh-uh.

"Darling, there is your boss, come let's greet him. And then Lara you are free to do what you will. Now move your asses." Mom slap both of our asses IN PUBLIC! Way to go for being a mature woman mom. 

I smiled, greeted and left the adults while eyeing every celebrity here. There were so many, like Bob Morley, Eliza Taylor, Matthew Daddario, Lily Collins, Joseph Morgan, Ian Somerhalder , Nina Dobrev and so many more of my favourite celebrities here. I gained my courage and asked for pictures from all of them. I was going to print them all out and paste them around my room on my hall of fame. I was so tired I thought even the strongest man on earth would be tired of this much strength used up by taking pictures or it was just me that was lazy.

I went to the bar, and ordered a Bloody Mary. I was spaced out thinking many things, until I was brought up about to drink my beverage when I heard a DRAMATIC GASP!