I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. Who: Everyone who was invited to the party Where: A small apartment loft, not too far from the school. What: A birthday party for Kale When: Saturday Night Rated: TBA
It was like setting the stage for a movie where she was the star, when really, she should have only been the co-star. Lolita, the selfish girl she was forced to be, saw Kale's birthday as another way to up her popularity. No matter if it was to be in a positive or negative light, at least people would remember her. She wanted to be one of those faces the no one could forget. And when she died people may spit on her grave but at least they would do something when she left this world.
A celebration of being alive, another year, that was going to be the theme of the night. A celebration that Kale had survived yet another year on this planet. There was something broken about Kale that Lo was attracted to. She wanted to sink her claws into the holes, make them bigger, see what color the other would bleed. Somewhere she thought she was doing Kale good, a favor, making her stronger. There was a saying somewhere, what does not kill you, strengthens you.
And so, the apartment her daddy had so conviently left her, was decorated for the Birthday girl. There were cupcakes, there was food, there was spiked punch.. It tasted like sparkling fruit punch, not a hint of alcohol in it, other then the fact it might tickle one's nose. She had also laced it with cocaine, though told no one, because a true party needed to last a long time, she reasoned. And might as well give the guests uppers and downers.
Not enough to kill. She did not want to get into trouble, after all, just enough to make people a bit jumpy and they would likely not sleep the next day.
There was a small dance floor, lights flashing as if it were a hip club scene. Leather couches and two private rooms. It was a small apartment, even though it was well furnished, but would comfortably hold a good number of people. The floor it was on was empty, along with the apartments above and below, so they could be as loud as they wanted.
Invitations had gone out to those that Lolita deemed trust worthy enough not to go tattling to the teachers at school. Though she did have some pull there, a few teachers she could black mail, she got away with a lot more then the average student. While her acting talent was good, so was a million other girl's at the school, the only thing extrordinary about her was likely an adorable accent and daddy's money which 'helped' the school out from time to time. He was charitable.
She was there to answer the door when the guests arrived. To plant kisses on everyone's cheek as was customary to her, and to tell everyone they must poor all their attention on Kale. It was her night, after all, show her what life was.
What living was.
It was coming close to dying, seeing that white light at the end of the tunnel, laughing and retreating back into this dark hole with it's fake bright lights and intoxicating beverages.