Pippa Montgomery will be the apple of your eye. (modishly) wrote in afreshrpg, |
Pippa smiled at the older girl and suppressed a head shake. She couldn't judge. Some girls didn't have her innate ability to throw something together, or find something at last minute, and feel confident in it. Michelle's dress was lovely on her, though, and Pippa wasn't going to do anything to make her think otherwise. She looked down at her plat as Michelle spoke. She could figure out the end of that sentence, and she laughed. She so didn't care about that. She loved food, especially strawberries, and she was not going to hide that fact from anyone. "Have a few of mine," she offered, holding her plate out to Michelle. "I think taking ten was a bit selfish of me, anyway."
Pippa took another sip of her champagne and didn't meet Michelle's eyes. After swallowing, she cleared her throat, and looked around the room. "I have twenty days," she said quietly, hoping she wouldn't have to repeat herself. She didn't quite know what Michelle would do. If she really believed that it was only okay if a person was of age, Pippa might be looking at the last taste of the sweet, bubbly goodness for the rest of the evening. "I totally know my limit," she said more audibly. And she did. Pippa knew exactly when to stop so that she had a proper buzz. She also knew when to stop to be tipsy, drunk, and shitfaced. She took a deep swallow from her glass, finishing most of it in the gulp. Just in case.