<div class="floatleft">(http://whisty.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/blonde-smoke-shades-weheartit2.png?w=655)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Piper Adams</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">The Mouth<br/>Making her entrance</span><br/>With Alisa Lopez at the front door.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Piper Adams' favorite holiday was the 4th of July. Her favorite celebration, however, was procrastination.<br/><br/>So, she had spent most of the day searching for fireworks, and eventually ended up fifty miles east of San Diego at a fireworks stand in the middle of nowhere with two Native American men above the age of sixty as clerks. She felt comfortable with them, oddly. They were probably high when she appeared off of the highway, and her presence alone was enough to provoke clinically blissful smiles. The two of them had made no compromise with the prices. Still, Piper was able to get all of her favorite firecrackers, bottle rockets, roman candles, mortar shells, and air sky boxes. It was beautiful. She had searched for over six hours all over four different counties. Buying supplies for the party was a relaxing chore in comparison. It was an easy list: 'fucking Rum, root-beer, jaggermeifter, red bull, cola, and vanilla vodka. Then, two tubs of guacamole and a shitload of chips. Two packs of Marb reds.' That only took fifteen minutes.<br/><br/>The drive to the garage after that was even more relaxing, it involved a wonderful red dixie cup full of vodka and two cigarettes on the busy streets of San Diego to the wonderful sounds of an excited city. She kept her back windows rolled down, and the radio off. the lights were even more relaxing than they had been before. "I love ciggies, so much. That ciggy-butt. Give my lips something to...ciggies" she sang to herself, quietly but not without passion. the drive felt like no time at all.<br/><br/>Piper had arrive before Alisa had, she had just parked in an odd place for one more cigarette before the party officially started, and everyone would judge her every time she went downstairs.<br/><br/>She watched Ms. Lopez' car arrive with a grin on her cheeks. 'Smoking felt like a super power. I am like a comic book hero. My awesome fucking bat-mobile car.' She humored herself, pleased in a flurry of smoke. Leaned up against her Cadillac Deville, nearly all in black, like the paint job. Her jeans were dark blue, but in most light, the denim looked black. Her flats were black, almost like ballet shoes, no laces or straps to speak of. She was wearing knee high black socks underneath that no one could really see. Her shirt was light red, glowing under the mane of her blonde hair, under a loose black hooded sweatshirt. She was parked about a half of a block down the street, the crew didn't like her to smoke in the garage. She broke the rule pretty often, but she wouldn't do that tonight, while everyone was here.<br/><br/>Her clothes were very modest, at least the outer wear was. This was a family meeting to her. A couple of the men, though, felt like guests, open for a night alone. Piper always covered her bases. She looked good, but she didn't look tasty, for the lips or the eyes.<br/><br/>Alisa wasn't looking her way as she came into the loft. Piper made no motion to bring her over. She just kept smoking, leaning against the Cadillac, like a really wasteful statue, poorly placed by the city planner. Eventually, her third cigarette in the pack was gone and she moved away from her Deville and into the garage. She didn't need to take up room in the garage. She had four grocery bags, and most of it was booze. Piper was only about ten seconds behind Alisa through the door, she was carrying about as much as her counterpart, sneaking up behind her, smelling of smoke, but mostly silent. She pressed her pelvis against Alisa's unsuspecting back-side. "It's good to see you Super-girl."<br/><br/>Piper sneaked her arm around Alisa and gave her a weak hug from behind, using the motion to sneak by, and enter the loft. Her arms were soar, she longed to set down her baggage, and she wanted another cigarette already. Making the adult decision to drink instead, she waited on the fourth smoke and proceeded deep into the loft as quickly as possible. Without saying hello to anyone, she b-lined for the kitchen, unloaded her 'jagger', her root beer, and her red bull, she started to make herself a drink. As she finished mixing one part jagger, and equal parts red bull and rootbeer quickly, she filled a whole pounder with ice and brown liquid. Piper looked around subtly making a mental list of who had arrived. Both Adriano and Nicholas were there. She hoped to have already been making them nervous, by giving them zero attention, Taras recieved almost nothing from her either 'Now, thats a party drink,' she thought to herself. She wanted to give Claire a chance to say hello to Alisa, but for a moment longer than every one else, her eyes lingered on young Miss Tang, hoping that the girl would look her direction. She wanted to offer her oldest friend a drink.<br/>