Who: Lydia Bennet & OTA What: Dancing, drinking, flirting...it's Lydia, ok? When: Thursday night Where: Verdant Warnings: .....it's Lydia. I will update as necessary
There were a few things Lydia already liked about this place. One, she got to have her birthday all over again, even though as far as she was concerned she was twenty-one and was not going to be turning twenty-two next week thanks. Two, no school, no weird baby-sitting jobs, and no parents. Three, her own apartment! She'd thought having her own room was awesome but this was way better.
Of course, Lizzie was there. Being boring and annoying but she didn't seem to be going out of her way to be downright mean so...whatever. It would do for now.
Also, Kesha was apparently back to making music. She had stopped at some point? Lydia had tuned out most of the story about why she had stopped but if Lydia was going to be living in the future, she needed the dance music queen. And she didn't know this Post Malone guy, but he wasn't terrible. Lizzo was okay but not as good for dancing. 2019 music was doable. Maybe.
She came off the dance floor, though, because frankly she was dying. Okay, maybe not dying. That might be overdramatic even for her. But she did need a drink. "Pineapple and triple sec...and a bottle of water, I guess." Because hydration was important but hangovers were the worst. She leaned against the bar, waiting for her order and eyeing the room. There were options all around her. She was, as they say, living her best life.