The glossy white CL series Mercedes Benz cruised down the narrow streets of Harmony, Virginia. The windows were rolled down allowing the warm summer breeze too rush in and out, playing with the stray lock of chocolate brown hair that framed Monroe’s face. The rest was gathered into a stylish French twist at the back of her head. A skintight strapless black twill blouse with a zipper running vertically up the front and back wrapped around her chest, an article of her own design, which was matched with sheer black and white Chanel lace skirt. Polished pointed black leather six-inch Nine West heels adorned her feet. The town was decorated in tacky red, white and blue banners and flags. Patriotism was out with a vengeance but neither of the Bradford girls were clothed in the colors. The last time either one had dressed up for July 4th, they’d both still been wearing footie PJs.
Oversized Gucci glasses hid her kohl-lined amber colored eyes from the blinding sun as Lady Gaga crooned Heavy Metal Lover from the speakers. In the passenger seat sat her younger, blonder half-sister Marlene. The pair of sisters were on the look out for a party, two bottles of champagne (one pink, one Dom Perignon) were in the backseat and a small bag of hydroponic marijuana hidden somewhere on her person. Not enough to get busted with but just enough to happy July 4th holiday.
They’d caught wind of a bar-b-q down at one of their acquaintances house and since this town was deader than Christina Aguilera’s career they’d opted to make an appearance. Since their family was well-known around town they were infamous for not just their father’s work in the town council but for being socialites to a certain degree. Monroe’s dark blood red lipstick stained full lips curved into jester’s smile as she glanced at her sister.
“Hey, can you grab my bag in the backseat? I brought along a little pre-party favor.” Her florescent yellow Prada hobo bag was behind her seat, nestled beside the bottles of booze. They turned down the street which would lead towards Jamison's house and the bar-b-q. Monroe slowed down the car, rolling at barely 10 MPH.