To late for a party

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The plane ride was long for everyone but not as exhausting as waiting for their luggage. Taking hours that everyone complained about. Once they had their luggage they found thanks to spring break that all the rental cars had been bought for the weekend. Leaving them with catching a few cabs as the only option. The group splitting up in pairs of three to get the the beach house. The traffic near unbearable with how much it didn't move. Till finally the car stopped along the beach and they all hurried to get out of the car and grab their things. Fallowing the littlest one, Prue to her beach house. It was a tall blue house with a white porch and white window frames. 

"Here it is" Prue presented, smiling largely at the house. There were a few houses on either side with the same design but different colors. "Tacky" Claire stated, staring up at the building in disgust. The group fallowed the little red head as she stepped up the white stairs. Unlocking the door and walking inside. 

The place was fairly open. A sitting area on the left of the place. With light grey couch, a chair and a love seat all around a woven table. A blue and green rug sat under the table. Leading to a tv that sat on the blue wall. On the right side of the space was a brown round table surrounded by weaved chairs of the same color. Beside that was a door way leading to the kitchen. The steps leading up sat in the middle of the room, partially dividing the sitting area from the round table. The group walked into the house, looking the place over. 

"Eck its so small" the blond girl complained. Tommy placed his luggage down moving to drape his arm around the goth girl. But she stepped back, causing the man to loose his balance and fall over the demons dirty shoes. She walked over him as the group stared. 

"We should probably set our stuff where we'll be sleeping" she told her little friend. "O-Oh yes uh well the thing is we only have three bedrooms upstairs so we're gonna have to double up" she told them, looking down at the ground as she spoke. Her face heating up just a little with mild embarrassment. 

"Huh that sounds familiar" the demon scratched his chin while his companion stared at him unimpressed. Remembering the last time she was invited to some ones vacation house. But this time would be different. No one could put a spell on her demon and if some maniac tried anything she was more capable of beating up a mortal then a demon. 

"I know who I want for a roommate" Tommy spoke up from the floor. The goth glared at him. Baring her teeth in a threatening manor. "I'd rather sleep in acid" she told him darkly. The demon chuckled at her response. 

"Please Like Tommy's my boyfriend he'll like sleep with me" Claire spoke up, also stepping over the man. Lydia couldn't help the snicker that she made. causing Claire to glare at her in waiting. Lydia set a hand on her hip as she leaned a back a bit.

"Does he know that" she asked. The blond bared her teeth at her enemy, clenching her fists a little. "Like of course, he's just like messing around" she told as if it was obvious. Lydia arched her brow as she looked the woman over. Not convinced by her desperate attempt to hold on to a man that didn't want to be with her anymore. 

"Right" Lydia said, turning her attention to her two friends. Prudence perked up when she met her friends dark eyes. She pushed out her words with a shaky voice. "Well me and Bertha are gonna take the first room that's my room when I stay here" Prudence told awkwardly. The room glanced at the demon. The man seeming more then pleased. He took a large step towards Lydia. Slinking closer to her as he rolled his eyes to meet her almost innocently. She wasn't buying it for a second. 

"Gee babes that leaves ya and me, Layin in a bed bumpin ugly's" the demon waggling his eyebrows suggestively. The goth reached over and pushed him back lightly. He let her. Stepping an arms length away with out protest. She let her arm drop as she looked at her friends. Smiling a little amused rather then looking disgusted. 

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