<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.byrdie.com%2Fthmb%2Fb_ZnKC4IUXRiCVLznvi8xa8aegM%3D%2F1500x0%2Ffilters%3Ano_upscale%28%29%3Amax_bytes%28150000%29%3Astrip_icc%28%29%2F18888600_2167407970152117_4279006952714928128_n-32e80dda0de244f3b72aa507daf65079.jpg&amp;hash=aaf8d466a17831be13b5bc56eaadc49e" href="https://www.byrdie.com/thmb/b_ZnKC4IUXRiCVLznvi8xa8aegM=/1500x0/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/18888600_2167407970152117_4279006952714928128_n-32e80dda0de244f3b72aa507daf65079.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Evie Lane</a><br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fattachments%2F1667207674313-jpeg.134675%2F&amp;hash=142f856e59e54efb04909988fcd7a709" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1667207674313-jpeg.134675/">Current Outfit</a><br/><br/>For her part, Evie hadn't heard about the bet from Sarah or Mary or Chelsie, or any of the other girls, and she couldn't care less about whatever bullshit bet they had on, nor did she intend to make good on it or spend any time on whatever Chelsie thought the 'prize' would be if she didn't get so bored as to scarper before the night was out. For her, it'd become a point of pride. Growing up with the guys Evie had always been physical, and she went weekly to the gym with one of her oldest friends, Nick.<br/><br/>"Bunch of pussies," he had laughed, while they ran the treadmills. "Apparently they think they're gonna stay the night in that old place without shitting their knickers, can you believe it? I wouldn't go."<br/><br/>"Who's the- pussy?" Evie panted, with a laugh. She wasn't actually a huge user of foul or rude language herself, but when you were around the guys who were.... well, you sort of had to fit in. "I could do it." And those four words had sealed her fate. The pair had back and forthed for some time, and after leaving word got to the rest of their friends who got in on egging her on. Eventually, a bet was struck of their own, one that had left a sour taste in Evie's mouth and a fair amount of guilt. Jenson was getting rid of an old car, not worth a whole lot but it was a car, and Evie hadn't long passed her test. It was hers, he had promised, if she could stay the night. "But if you can't," Nick had said with a sly grin, looking around the group, "-little Steve gets a date!" The entire room had burst into laughter, Evie had gone bright red, and Steve looked like a deer in headlights. The poor guy had been smitten with her for years, and she just didn't feel it, like at all. It was really fucking mean to make this a thing again, after he was finally jumping back into the dating pool-<br/><br/>But a<i>Car.</i><br/><br/>Hating herself a little, but trying to push the shame away, Evie crossed her arms and looked up at the cheap horror movie set looking house. It was huge, granted. not kept well, and she couldn't pretend it wasn't creepy, but it was just a house. Grabbing her own backpack from the back of the car- a small pack with only the essentials like toiletries, a quick change of clothes, PJ shorts and a tank top, and her handheld gaming console- She slung it over her shoulders and rolled her eyes at Sarah's scooby doo reference. "We going in, or what?"