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serena. dance til there's no one left to hound you (partygirlserena) wrote in gossipghoul,

Serena had to keep a smile on her face, and maintain her easy-going nature, or else she'd totally lose it. As it was, she was already wondering if it wouldn't be better to get completely hammered so that she didn't have to know that the world was falling apart. But that would be running away -- again -- wouldn't it? She'd already done that once and it hadn't really solved anything.

"Your suit looks great," Serena said in an attempt to reassure him, patting the front pocket on his jacket. Besides, even though she was typically more laid back in her own dress, her hair was disheveled even by her own standards. And she usually went for the messy look. Not to mention the tear in the skirt of her dress. Serena couldn't really be critical at this point.

"Well, then you'll really enjoy what the Palace has to offer. I bet there's some frozen appetizers we can throw in a microwave somewhere in their walk in freezer. And I make a mean margarita." Well, a really alcoholic margarita, but it was damn good. "If you like tequila. If not, nothing's ever been lost by experimenting with mixing new drinks."