Rave's apartment was her kind of place. Sparkly, adorable, and positively girlish. MySpace liked. Some people might say it was childish but she could appreciate the love for all things shiny and cute. They were girls, after all, that's what they did.
"Yeah? Some pajamas would be great." Might as well roll with the punches, MySpace thought as she shuffled over the kitchen to get a nice tall glass with some ice. "Can I make you a drink?" she called to Rave.
She smelled pizza and it was delicious. While MySpace was usually on a diet, she would break it for tonight. She would have to work it off at the gym later but it would be worth it.