Why in the world was she doing this?<br/><br/>Katherine deLioncourt took the last long drag off of her cigarette and tossed it down, crushing it with her short, well-worn black boot.<br/><br/>She'd done a plenty good job avoiding shit like this in the past, to the point where she didn't even need alibis anymore. And yet she'd been invited, and for some fucking reason, she was coming to this juvenile "slumber party". Even worse, she'd brought a gift.<br/><br/>Kate, the ever-reclusive girl goth, straightened her pleated black skirt and her thigh-high black-and-white striped socks, refastening her belt as she walked towards the rich little house. A utilitarian black backpack was slung over her shoulder, and she wore a black orchid in her hair, accenting the sorrowful maroon of her straight locks and matching lips.<br/><br/>She finally knocked when she arrived -- from the cars and bikes it did look like she was late, but. Whatever. This didn't really matter anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>