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Post by Kristin Schuller on Aug 31, 2007 16:13:38 GMT -5
A black Bentley Limousine pulled in front of the country club, one of the valets opened the door and Kristin walked out. She smile as the attendants as she walked in. Kristin was a regular at the country club,her parents attend it all the time. She pushed the door opened and walked in. Kristin smiled at the lady in the front desk and continued on her way. She disliked the lady in the front desk, she was an incompetent fool, she wondered when the manager of the country club was going fired her. But those trivial things didn't bother her, she just let them take care of themselves. Kristin walked into a room, she had gotten for a party. She was intend to make noise, she was going do it. Kristin was dressed i a white blouse with cute short mini-skirt and leather flip-flops. She put her Coach purse over shoulder and put her D&G on her hair. The girl smile as she surveyed the room, there was DJ spinning music already and full open bar with alot of expensive liquor. Kristin loved it, she was going be new "It" girl when the school started. She poured herself a cup of Grey Goose with Orange Juice and waited for people to come. Outfit: i10.tinypic.com/4plm7mo.jpg |
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Post by Harmony Harper on Aug 31, 2007 23:04:57 GMT -5
Harmony sighed as she pulled up to the country club. She probably wouldn't have been here normally, but she was knew and figured this would be a good way to get to know people. The hostess was another senior and they were in the same clique. As much as she disliked cliques they were a big thing here, and it would be rude of her not to go. She let the driver help her out of the limosine, she had thought she might drive over, but had ultimately decided against it. She walked into the club her heels clicking on the ground. She went to the front desk and asked directions to this party. It took the lady 10 minutes, she was obviously an idiot. She waltzed into the room the party was to be held in and noticed that, besides the hostess she was the first one there. She rolled her eyes at the liquor, but poured herself a glass of champaigne anyway. She walked over to the hostess. "I'm Harmony Harper" she said introducing herself, she extended her hand and awaited the other girls introduction with a smile on her face. She could already tell that this was going to be a stereotypical party filled with materialistic rich kids. She was kind of tired of them, and preferred the types of gatherings they had held at her old school, but she would be nice as she figured she was expected to be. Outfit: Dress: i72.photobucket.com/albums/i176/RuthieAnastasia/prodImage.jpgShoes: i72.photobucket.com/albums/i176/RuthieAnastasia/cartier.jpg |
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 1, 2007 18:46:49 GMT -5
Lev was new in town, but that didn't stop her from hearing about the good parties. She'd heard of one at a country club just outside of town. Sure she wasn't into the heavy party scenes anymore, or at least she was trying to be out of it, but a tiger can't change its stipes so easily, so with a promise to herself of no drinking and no drugs she decided to attend, even if she wasn't exactly formally invited. She arrived at the country club half past nine, pretty early, but that didn't matter to her. She was wearing a white BeBe mini halter dress and white and silver shoes i150.photobucket.com/albums/s97/273_gabby/levcluboutfit.jpgShe entered the club to find people all ready there, and a DJ spinning some music. She smiled and made her way to the Bar, she wouldn't be drinking any liquor, but a shirley temple would do. |
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 1, 2007 22:25:26 GMT -5
Jean-Paul smirked, revving his engine one last time as he pulled up in front of the Country Club, bringing his custom Honda VTX 1300 C to a stop before the doors and tossing the keys to a valet along with his helmet. Bloody Americans and their motorcycle laws. Checking his hair one last time Jean-Paul went inside.
Jean-Paul was the new guy in town. He had more going for him though, he was internationally known, good looking, and had a Québécois accent. Girls seemed to love French accents, too bad he didn’t love the girls back. Their boyfriends on the other hand, were a completely different story. Flashing a grin that could put a 100 watt light bulb to shame, he walked in, looking for the hostess first. Always good to greet the person throwing the party before you were smashed.
The French-Canadian was dressed like he’d just come off a GQ runway like normal. A Dolce & Gabbana Blue Stretch Poplin Shirt that set off his eyes, Low-Rise Dark Blue Jeans that showed off his long legs, a pair of blue and black Gucci sneakers with the G symbol, and a pair of Gucci dark metal sunglasses that were pushed onto his hair completed the outfit.
He glanced around the room, seeing the hostess and causally walking in her direction, pausing to greet other people he knew. “Obviously I got your invitation.” He joked in lieu of a greeting, holding out his hand to take Kristin’s and kiss the back of it before hugging it. It was a common greeting for him and she should know it by now. “How did you manage to book this place?” He asked, pale eyes going to the bar and its myriad of liquor contents. Oh joy! They had Canadian beer! Jean-Paul was going to have a good night. He just knew it.
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 2, 2007 12:55:09 GMT -5
The party was turning into a good one the DJ was spinning some good music. She danced a little at the spot waiting for her drink. When she finally got it Lev took her shirley temple and turned to face the party smiling, when she met the eyes of a familiar person, Jean-Paul who'd she'd met at the school, she gave him a small wave.
She felt very confident tonight, though she didn't know why. She was intent on meeting some of her classmates and having fun, sober. She decided to walk over to Jean Paul and the girl he was with and introduce herself. They seemed a bit haughty though, like of a different elite 'clique' like Ivy had told her about. Lev was not part of the Elite, ever, she was alway a part of the slacker burnouts but partied with everyone.
She walked up to them "Hey" she smiled at Jean and then at the girl.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 2, 2007 15:45:11 GMT -5
"Ah, hello Levy." Jean-Paul said in his crisp Englsih, it was strange after talking with Levy so long in Joul that he was talking to her in English. But it was the polite thing to do, after all Kristin didn't know French. "Kristin this is my secret girlfriend Levy, Levy this is my mistress Kristin." He managed to say with a completely straight face. "Please play nice and any cat fights, I am required to tell you, must end in lesbian make-out sessions. So says the rules of the Atlético, and we all know they are God." His smirking grin turned to one that showed just how full of himself he was, though you could still tell he was joking, like always.
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 7, 2007 11:18:38 GMT -5
"Bonjour" she told Jean-Paul and "Hi" to Kristen, "So this is my competition?" she joked looking Kristen up and down. She smiled and drank her shirley temple, envious of the others who were drinking the good stuff. "I'm up for a lesbian make out session" she added. Lev loved the male body, don't get it wrong but she also enjoyed the female body as well and had no problem voicing her love for both.
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