<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest on outskirts of property<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Content:</strong>underage drinking, and being rebels or something<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) & These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br/><hr/>Heather and Kitty’s past together was child’s play in her mind. Highlights had seen a lot in the bedroom for her young age. Foreplay had changed significantly, as had courting another, or allowing them to court her. Sex had been considered before anything about relationships had come up. She hadn’t been with Kitty as closely as she wanted. But, Heather was still doing well with thirty bracelets on now. She wasn’t sure if this would be the night that those bracelets were put back into their box on her nightstand.<br/><br/>Having a naked wrist would make a few particular people take notice. Her close friends, a few of her ‘exes’, Rogue, a couple teachers, and some of the more chatty folks around school that had no real interest beside something to talk about.<br/><br/>Heather tried not to think about those consequences, but none the less, here she was, being herself, staring down one of her most desired little pieces of fruit, and she was in fine control of herself. So far, she had managed to stay in a friendly atmosphere. Her adventures into some form of monogamy was doing wonders on her day to day concentration. She hadn’t been keeping track, but her school work so far this year had been well recieved. Just like consequences, she didn’t track her accomplishments, her lovers, her finances, or politics in general.<br/><br/>It was all about the moment that she was in. Heather had alcohol and a close friend alone in the woods. It was perfect. Kitty was her usual modest self. Heather tried to be modest, but it didn’t always work out for her. Sometimes it was more fun to flaunt it and change the equation in the room.<strong>“I know right.” </strong>Heather watched Kitty play with her hair and gave of a humiliated eye flutter for show. Flattery showed clearly on her face.<strong>“I can even make it black if I want, just gotta start eating rocks.”</strong>She joked. She decided to take the compliment on the chin and spring it back with inflated confidence and a nice strong dose of sarcasm.<strong>“Well, I don’t sleep, so I get a lot of free time to be extra hot.” </strong><br/><br/>As her cute friend in the ripped denim reached for the cider, Heather opened her own as she added more to the conversation.<strong>“I keep telling You can stay up with me whenever you want. We can shampoo each other or whatever.” </strong>Heather’s mind was a little frantic. She took a shallow sip from the cider, always afraid that bottled drinks would blow up after that first drink.<br/><br/>She was still in a friendly space when Kitty reached down and asked about the encounter in the hall. Heather smiled, and squeezed back.<strong>“I’m fine, I had two bodyguards, four if you count Xavier and that teacher that helped out.” </strong><br/><br/>Heather started to tug Kitty down the path. It didn’t provide much of a walk, but if they were at the end of it, at least they would be the furthest from the mansion, and the least likely to stir up any suspicions.<strong>“Ya know,”</strong>Heather started, sorting herself before she continued. She kept Kitty’s hand in hers as she walked. Taking a sip of cider. The cool tart quality of the drink made her cheeks pucker. She wasn’t exactly used to Alcohol, but as far as she could tell, she digested it the same as normal people, and her hair didn’t grow black when she drank it, dispelling the common phrase that alcohol was poison.<br/><br/><strong>“I should be asking you that question. That new girl sort of let you have it. I was actually really scared..."</strong>She laughed a little bit, an odd cookie indeed<strong>"Only thing i got from that exchange was, like, a little bit of guilt. She was fine until I started to talk to her, I should have let her be, usually pretty girls don't get so mad at me for calling them a hot bitch.” </strong>She turned with a smile, trying to cover the subject with as much relief and levity as she could muster. She was only as young as the minute was, and she never really made a choice to live life the way she lived it. It was hard for her to stay upset for too long. Especially if the things directly around her were anything but real negativity.<strong>“How long did your head hurt?” </strong>Again, a very serious topic. But her beer bottle was tapping at her head, and her tone was playful in nature.