Week 2 Who: Ley Ley and OPEN to all Chets What: It's Ley Ley's 31st birthday and girl is getting drunk before she hits up the New Years party. Where: Her room in the Toll House park. When: New Years eve before the big party.
"31 years," Ley Ley breathed delicately applying her false eyelashes with glue she hoped wouldn't give her an eye infection. "Yeah you're old," Carlos snorted from his spot on the bed flipping through a dog eared book. In the mirror Ley Ley could see Of mice and men written on the front. Carlos had read the same book about fifty times. "Erm we're twins idiot if I'm old then so are you," she retorted dabbing at the eyelash. "Men age and get distinction, women age and sag," Ley Ley threw her shoe at him hitting him square in the chest, "Fuck off!" he exclaimed with a frown, his attention finally torn from his reading. Ley Ley feigned ignorance looking around as she had no idea where the shoe had come from, then turned back and continued to apply the other eyelash. When she was done she stepped back and admired her handy work. Not bad for a job done in the most appalling light ever. Unfortunately because of electricity restrictions in order to play music they'd had to trade the lights and so Ley Ley was being very careful with her cosmetics in case she left the apartment and discovered later that she looked like a clown...not that it would matter, it'd be dark for most of the celebrations and they'd all be wasted by morning...
Turning around and grabbing her dress she quickly slipped on the bodycon ensuring her tits were threatening to fall out of it at all times and then turning around to check that the back was tucked neatly under her bum. The eagle tattoo across her shoulders stood proudly on display and the dress covered only the head of the peacock on her thigh. She smiled. Not bad for 31. Grabbing at the bottle of whiskey they'd promised to save for their 30th birthdays but had forgotten about until now Ley Ley cracked it open and held it up towards her brother to toast, "To us, may we forever continue to cause trouble,"
Whirling around and propping the door open she plastered on the makeshift birthday banner and waited for the others to turn up and begin to out drink her.