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Diana had a reputation, one she didn't mind owning. People called her a "slut," but that word only scratched the surface of who she was. She'd been with a lot of guys, but it wasn't about the numbers. It was about the emptiness she...
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Diana is dressed in her signature colour, you know the colour that compliments your completion, and everyone praises you. The colour Diana was red. Red was anger, hate, passion, lust and, of course, love. The colour best described her mood swings, character, and love for sex. She found the colour perfect for giving off a good impression for her. The dress was short, and it was probably a little too fast. Her bum would fully view the guests around her if she bent down. However, she attracted the type of guy she wanted; they weren't the type that tried to charm her, take her out for dinner or anything else. To sum them up, they could only be compared to a neanderthal.
Diana wasn't much for caring about her mental wellbeing, and after being so determined not to end up at Peggy's birthday party, she finds herself with her arm around her friend Elsa. Diana was drunk; she was more than drunk; in fact, she was utterly plastered and therefore needed to hold onto Elsa to make sure that she didn't fall. Elsa knew this, but at the end of the day, she loved Diana like a sister, and she could deal with her being crazy, messed up, and whatever else for the next few hours, as long as it didn't become a regular pattern.
After a little bit of time, Elsa spotted someone she knew and had a burning desire for. However, Elsa still struggled to portray the good side and often treated girls that flirted with her like nothing more than a friend. She could be cold at times. She wanted to look after her friend, but at the same time, she wanted a little bit of fun. Especially when that girl was Bree Tanner. Bree Tanner was the type of girl out of everyone's league. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous as a supermodel; she was more like the girl next door, the ultimate girl next door. She was a caring individual currently in medical school, and she spent her free time working with disadvantaged teenagers and at an animal shelter. She was funny, pretty and precisely the type of girl Elsa wanted, but she couldn't leave Diana to try and attempt to speak to her.
If Diana had been in a better state of mind, she would have pushed her toward her desire. Elsa was happy when Peggy came to talk to the two of them because Diana would try her hardest to be the best version of herself.
It was weird. It was almost like she sobered up when she saw Peggy; maybe Diana had just been acting drunker to get attention from the boys who always seemed to swim after her. Diana knew that the drunken she worked, the more likely it was that some idiotic guy would run after her because he thought she would be so easy. Diana did her best to act sweet to the girl, even if there was this burning passion of haters heathen that ever-so-fake smile. Peggy was the upper west side version of Diana. Peggy was born into a blue blood family and was the type of girl everyone wanted to marry because she would forever look good on their arm, both in the look department and the reputation department. Diana matched her in the looks, but their reputation was rough, especially recently.
