<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/>The closeness around Kitty was always a treat. Not everyone was so easy to touch, and laugh with, and tickle when the time came. These two together had almost no personal bubble anymore. There were only pockets of privacy that were still there. Heather wanted to break through those two. As the two of them walk-cuddled down the path she found herself smitten in the conversation. The topic of Justin came up. Heather was drinking her cider so she hadn’t gotten around to responding to him until after Kitty made a comment about her possible emo black hair.<br/><br/>The bottle lowered and she responded to all of it at once.<strong>“It’s not like it hurts to eat the rocks, well it does, just not like a stomach ache, which you would think would be the problem. But no. I just sort of feel sick while I digest them. I could go emo if I wanted to. Just some hair dye would pull it off. I haven’t gone black in a while. It’s fun sometimes, I can almost take a new identity, ya know.”</strong>She took another drink of the cider before continueing.<strong>“As for Justin, I guess he was hitting on me, yeah.”</strong>She thought about the moment from the day before, trying to sort out what the boys plans might have been.<br/><br/><strong>“Now that I think about it.”</strong>She laughed loudly, starting to feel the effects of the cider in her tummy. She had drained half of the bottle already, and the lightening fast metabolism of her body made sure the alcohol was effective quickly. It didn’t last as long in her system, but it made things more exotic in a rush.<br/><br/>She lifted her left arm where all of her sobriety bracelets were hanging. She inspected them closely.<strong>“It seems like everyone is starting to think that I might have sorted out my shit with all this success.”</strong>Heather leaned in a bit toward Kitty as she said it, lowering her voice down to a whisper. One of her hands vanished behind them.<strong>“But we both know the truth, right.”</strong>Her hand found Kitty’s left ass cheek and squeezed.<strong>“I’m just as crazy as ever.”</strong><br/><br/>Heather leaned in close and offered Kitty a little kiss on the cheek.<strong>“Which brings you to mind, actually. What are you doing out here with me? The school slut all alone getting drunk?”</strong>She almost hissed, her smile was so devious,<strong>“Looking so pretty too… what’s on <em>your </em>mind pussycat?”</strong>