<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> And this. </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO-8kk2T9b8</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Sleek like a bullet, the black limousine rolled along the drive, too quickly it moved as if urged onward past all limits by an unseen taskmaster. The sudden stop before the doors of the mansion sent the expensive shocks and the passengers inside to jostling. More than one mixed drink was spilled. Music and raucous voices seeped past the tinted, rolled up windows. Hurriedly, the driver exited and jogged the distance around to open the opposite passenger door. The feminine gaggle of voices rose to pierce the air then fell silent, as a pair of red stilettos stepped purposefully from the car’s interior. A little, red dress followed the shapely legs of the young woman who stepped out. Carelessly, she gazed at the surroundings, as if to see where she might have landed, or who might be about. Lifting a hand, she pushed back a wayward strand of hair. The wide smile that stretched across her face was a practiced one.<br/><br/>At the door, Kitty Conrad greeted her hostess, “How lovely to see you again Mia,” and placed a kiss upon each soft cheek. The young actress smelled strongly of alcohol and cigarettes. “Apologies for my tardiness! The drive was absolutely dreadful! I’m sure you understand,” Except the drive had been uneventful but for one member of Kitty’s entourage that had not been able to handle the pre-party-party. The girl had to be dropped off early and dropped forever from Kitty’s circle of hangers-on. Disgusted, the actress had forbid entry to the party, to the entire rest of the group. In the limo, they were required to stay, unless they could procure other means of getting home. Kitty squeezed Mia’s arm fondly. “Gregory, my assistant should be arriving shortly as well. You know how he worries about me!”<br/><br/>With poise and confidence, Kitty walked, head high, brown eyes sparkling alert. The slight waver in her step was difficult to notice between the swing of the tiny dress and the crush of revelers in attendance. She looked for friends, close or otherwise. Not finding those, she gave a nod to a woman she had sat next to at a fashion show, a gentle touch upon the sleeve of a PR executive, a smile for a hot couple. Kitty moved through the crowd, shook hands, and made lighthearted and loud, flirty conversation. What she wished for was a respite from judgement, a retreat from expectation. What she needed was the bar. Good fucking God, why couldn’t they put it near the front door?<br/><br/>From a passing waiter’s tray she snatched a glass of champagne in a turning, playful spin. The bubbly liquid was downed in one go, and the empty flute discarded next to an ornate flower arrangement. Looking up from the oversized leaves, Kitty found her own personal El Dorado. The bar.<br/><br/>“Ahhh, you devil! I’ve discovered you at last!” the young woman declared with gusto.<br/>