Partying in Bean Town | Pt 1 Who: Sabrina/Amphitrite, Elisabetta Cavalli, etc. (Steve? Kris/Hel? Archer/Raven?) What: Sabrina makes a new friend in Elisa and the two decide to go on an impromptu trip to Boston for the weekend to meet some musicians as only spoiled teenagers would. Where: on the road from NYC to Boston When: backdated to Friday night Warnings: TBD - It's a party, so it may get raunchy. Who the hell knows?
Sabrina's family had never been particularly wealthy. After all, once upon a time in Spain, her single father had once been a fisherman who moonlighted as a struggling artist. Taking care of twin teenagers was hard work for anyone, but especially a bachelor who had all this dropped on him in a heartbeat, no thanks to a romantic tryst gone awry. One might think that Sabrina learned not to be quite so impulsive from what happened with daddy dearest, but she had always been the apple of her father's eye. Once they moved to the United States -- New York City of all places -- Alberto Montenegro's art career picked up. While they were still by no means rich, especially compared to her filthy rich Upper East Side classmates, enough money was rolling in from Alberto's artwork to keep them all quite comfortable. To supplement that, Sabrina made it a habit of cavorting with the rich and famous. Some, jealous girls in particular, may be quick in labeling her a gold-digger or a whore. Sabrina saw it differently. She was all about having fun with no strings attached. She liked being wild and free. Things would be entirely different if she had a steady beau, but she didn't. And she was young. Youth was the time to be impulsive and crazy.
However, even Sabrina wasn't normally this impulsive. Coming up with a spur of the moment idea for a road trip to Boston with party people she'd never met was dangerously stupid. Her father would surely ground her until the end of time, but she wasn't worried. She had a goddess inside her. She figured, what was the point of that if she couldn't even look after herself? After making her brother, Marco, swear not to say anything, Sabrina left a note making some excuse about a school trip and took off. Elisabetta's limo pulled up outside. Sabrina was momentarily stunned. The kind of high school girl who had this kind of money to burn was sure to know how to have a good time. The door to the back seat swung open and Sabrina peeked into the dim interior.
"Is this for the Cavalli party?" she asked. She figured if this Elisa girl was willing to foot most of the bill, the least she could do is call it her party.