feel free to npc her friends
She woke up Friday morning and hadn't slept since. She had a few parties to hit Friday evening, and then that rave, which lasted well into the morning--and Megan couldn't sleep when she was rolling, so by the time she came down it was late afternoon. She barely had time to wash the shit off her face and redo everything before she had to go; they were taking a cab. That was fine with her, except she had to chip in for the fare. Totally unfair considering she could have just flown here.
She arrived with three girlfriends--all obvious mutants, like herself; one had purple skin and black hair, another had horns, and the third had hooves. The three of them had done some matching shit, but Megan had had her idea in mind since September--last year she'd been Tinkerbell, which, while wildly appropriate, wasn't terribly original, so this year she'd decided to continue in her grand tradition of pantlessness and up the ante. She hadn't bothered with a wig, she'd just have to be adjusting it all night, and she already had the wings and pointed ears; everyone would get the idea.
The only downside was she was forced to bring a purse, as there was absolutely nowhere on her person to hide anything.
"Divide and conquer," Megan commented, giving her purple-skinned friend a high five before she wandered out. She paused by the food--and fuck, there was a lot of it--her blacked-out eyes sweeping over the room at large, although it was always impossible to tell which direction Megan was looking in. Her eyebrows went way up at the bobbing for apples. "Cute."