<a class="username" data-user-id="600" data-username="@Knox" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/600/">@Knox</a><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fe7%2F02%2Fb4%2Fe702b4703c945bd48dce17654dfd459e.jpg&amp;hash=a4ba2ca1aa8522d70bcfe9a00fcac054" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e7/02/b4/e702b4703c945bd48dce17654dfd459e.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amelia</a>was looking forward to the weekend for the first time in years since her freshman year at university. She wasn’t drawn to partying as many twenty three year olds were though she was always invited to them. She just wasn’t one to rush through her week to get to partying. Her parents instilled a passion for learning for as long as she could remember. It was one of those things that start out as fear but end up being a driving force. She had learned that they valued smarts in a child so when she was on trial with them, she dug her heels into as many books and subjects that she could so that they would keep her. At the time, Amelia did not want to go back to the group home she’d just escaped. As luck would have it, her adoptive parents took a liking towards her and the rest was history. She knew she was a lucky kid and she wanted to repay them for taking the leap of faith with her. Regardless though, she was looking forward to the fraternity palooza that was planned that weekend.<br/><br/>The weekend came sooner than she originally thought it would so by the time Saturday rolled around she found herself ready to let loose ahead of time. She knew a few of the girls that were going and though they tended to be regulars who insisted that all the girls dressed similarly, Amelia opted out for her own style. There was no way she was going to go wearing just a crop top and daisy dukes. She wasn’t looking for a quick hookup, but she wanted to scope out the college boys too. By eight o’clock she was dressed and ready to have fun. She wore sweet-pea green tank top that was long enough she could pull down to cover her lower back and her butt if she needed. She just normally liked longer lengths in tops. The rest of the girls decided to wear skirts or shorts but she went with a more conservative looks of jeggings. She liked the way the light weight jean material felt. She like that she was simultaneous covered and yet the jegging hugged her curves. She finished her looks with sensible one inch heels even though she was more than tempted but taller heels. She just figured that if she was going to be on her feet all night shaking her body, more comfortable shoes were in order. She left her long dirty blonde hair down and stuck a few bobby pins in it to hold her bangs in place. She wore her favorite pair of studs and painted on her face, nothing too much, just light and natural enough to highlight her beauty.<br/><br/>She was well aware of the fact that out of all the girls she was the one that hadn’t dressed up like a slut in heat, not that she would say that to any of their faces. She knew what was up and what could happen. She wasn’t judging; anyone who wanted to get some should. She wasn’t going to tell anyone but if a cutie came up to her and started to talk her up she wouldn’t have mind. She was in a good mood when they got to the place, good enough that she decided she would be drinking after all and not be so uptight. Even though the girls had all said something to the degree of ‘we’re sticking together’, they all scattered as soon as they walked through the threshold. Amelia chuckled and shrugged it off. Girls will be girls.  She made her way through the crowd towards the kitchen where she knew that she could get a drink and maybe a little snack. She found the drinkmeater in no time and chatted him up as he made her a custom drink. He was a guy she knew from one of her classes. He was easy to talk to and made friends so easily that he practically knew everyone. She thanked him with a kiss of the cheek and walked away into the party just mingling and going to a fro waiting for the opportunity to knock.