"You all look kind of disgusting," Monet said rather bluntly as she walked through the kitchen door. She pulled her comb through her perfectly bunned hair one more time before dropping it into her purse. Her purse which perfectly matched the red four inch heels which matched the perfectly draped black mini-dress practically pasted onto her body.
Only Monet St. Croix could walk in in last night's clothing, pair it with that morning's hair, and make it look like an entirely new outfit. Granted, Monet hadn't had half as much to drink as the others (nice thing about having a religious background, she thought), but she'd enjoyed herself just as much and stayed out just as long as the others.
She looked at Jubilee and smirked. "Nice habit," she said as she walked over to the fridge. Fatty wasn't for her and she suspected that for the other girls fatty would mean pork, someone which she absolutely couldn't stomach.
Monet pulled open the fridge and reached for the first yogurt that fell into her grasp. "And lovely tiara. I see you've enjoyed it so much you couldn't take it off."