Violet, Tate & Tandy
Violet wasn't sure what the hell she was even doing here. She felt like a misfit, and being surrounded by misfits wasn't helping. It wasn't like Tate and Tandy were helping anything. Tandy might have once lived among them but she was clearly not one of them. And nobody was happy to see her or Tate.
It was a party, it was whatever. Violet had been to a few like this, back when she was alive. She and her friends or rather friend would go to a party and stand in the corner like the social pariahs they were. They would comfort themselves by making fun of the alleged 'cool kids'. This wasn't much different, having spent the night making fun of all these losers with Tandy and Tate.
Violet hadn't talked to Mia since her talk with Tandy but noticed her at the prison. That was too bad, especially since she had advertised herself as a joiner but whatever. Everyone was doing what they were doing and Violet couldn't help that.
She did want a fourth member of their posse to keep Tandy company. Three was company and everyone knew that. But so far, there hadn't been any perspective misfits to join them.
And then like a group of basic bitches, they headed outside to watch the fireworks. Violet felt like a fraud in some ways, partying among the masses, among the sheep. But at the end of the day, she was just enjoying fireworks with her boyfriend and her best friend.
She was happy outside in the grass, a little farther away from everyone else. She sipped on a beer bottle as they waited for the show to start. She smoked a cigarette and the lit cherry produced an eerie glow on her features.
Violet sat down on the grass heavily, pulling her knees up to her chest as she took another drag on her cigarette.