[SYN] Thursday, October 31, 2013
WHO: Melody Carter, Emma Remmington, Colton Taylor WHAT: Getting white girl wasted. and #stupidfacedd WHEN: October 31, 2013. 7:00pm WHERE: Emma's Room at Seagram tower. RATING: Probably high for language and whatnot. STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
Had it not been Emma, and a bunch of alcohol, Melody may not have left her room at all that day. It was fortunate for whoever was on the floors around her, going up higher in the building meant they'd have relief from the depression she'd been projecting all day. However, anyone on these floors would be feeling it now, at least for a bit. Melody had dressed up anyway, per request by Emma, though her heart wasn't in it. She slid on the skimpy Cheerleader outfit and did her make-up. She thought of how sexy she could look in it, and how sexy Luke would have thought she looked, too. That only made her more sad, and she had to keep from crying. Fortunately, her make-up was waterproof.
When she finally deemed herself ready to leave, after also forcing herself to eat a little something, she made her way to the elevators, small black bag in hand to keep any essentials she might have needed, and a large bottle of whiskey in the other. She unlocked the elevators and pressed the 22nd floor, where Emma lived. It zoomed the two floor difference in half a second. She stepped out, taking in a deep breath and trying to calm herself down. She didn't want to make everyone sad, it wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it. They should share in her pain too, shouldn't they? Everyone should. Melody didn't care much for other people, except Luke. Naturally, she enjoyed their pain. And so, though she attempted to calm herself, she didn't particularly try very hard and didn't care when it didn't work.
Walking down the hall, she passed each other door easily until she reached Emma's, knocking harshly on the door to get the attention of the girl inside. "Let me in, bitch. I brought whiskey." It wasn't really her favorite alcohol, but it definitely got the job done and Melody wasn't here to enjoy a nice drink and a chat. She was here to forget about her problems and get so drunk she forgot what they were. She knocked again, impatient, even though it had only been a few seconds.