<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parisa Shah | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Get this party started!</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Yep, Parisa was still the same, loud, long-winded, and yet oddly charming woman Francesca remembered. There wasn't a truly catty bone in the blonde's body so her reaction to the other woman was entirely different but no less enthused. <br/><br/>"Oooh, props to you. Let me know when the line drops, I'll snap some up. I could use a new color or two to spice up the selfies." She giggled after making the obligatory duck face. "Oh, please, stahp!" she added, laughing further at Parisa's sense of humor before simply downing the rest of her glass of champagne. Not out of thirst or really a desire to have it go straight to her head, but rather because she was tired of holding the glass but didn't want to waste.<br/><br/>Handing over her empty once Parisa had called over a waiter, she declined to take another, instead running a hand through her blonde waves.<br/><br/>"Me? Yeah, you know... late bloomer unfortunately," she admitted, giving her own breasts a brief squeeze. She'd been a cute kid, tall and athletic, but she'd already stepped out of the limelight by the time puberty had caught up with her busy behind enough to smack the hell out of her. She definitely hit a rough patch in there but thankfully not enough people had cared what she was doing for that phase to be well documented. She was just glad she hadn't taken the flaming spiral of death so many others in her situation had. <br/><br/>"I still mess with social media and all, so there are camera snaps here and there because it helps get others involved to try and save the world--at least for a few hours anyway. But no, I got tired of the bull. I soooo much rather eat what I want, say what I want, and screw who I want. Every now and again someone tries to care if they think it can get them something but really, things are... better." Or maybe just different considering there was still plenty of BS to deal with now. "Having a stick up ones ass actually takes more work than you'd think and is hella uncomfortable. I'd rather pass. Much more pleasant things I can think to waste my time on." <br/><br/>Francesca waved that away. She'd long since decided she wasn't gonna pretend to be one of the stuck up starlets running around. She'd much rather have a good time.<br/><br/>"Small talk aside, is this the first time you've come to one of these little to-dos?" She turned and slipped her arm through Parisa's inviting the woman to take a walk with her. It was always interesting to take a little peek around and get a good idea of what was available. Though Frankie would have been lying if she said she wasn't of a mind to at least have a sample of the beauty beside her. She couldn't seem to help but wonder if the woman was as loud when she was coming as she was any other time. </span>