<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/justafreak/tumblr_m93p71BzuW1qbcnw1o1_500_zpsdcd6ec13.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Danielle Champers</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dani's bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Catching up with old friends</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Danielle wandered through her house alone, as her parents had yet to arrive home from work. She passed through the kitchen and grabbed a can of Diet Coke from the fridge before heading up the rear staircase and up to her room. Letting her backpack fall onto her bed, she plopped down into the chair at her desk. A hand reached out to her computer and wiggled the mouse to help coax the screen back to life. It didn't take long before an IM window popped up onto the screen with the text<em>"Hey girl!"</em>written on it.<br/><br/>When she looked at the screen name, and saw it was Vanessa's, a whole host of bad memories came flushing back to her. While the girl was her best friend, it was hard to forget what happened the last time the two of them saw each other. It was the Friday night before Vanessa was moving off to the dorms hundreds of miles away for her first year of college. Dani wanted to celebrate one last night with her BFF, but Nessa had other plans. The good news though was that Dani was invited along, but only as long as she promised not to tell anyone. But as she got there, and saw what Vanessa's little club was doing, she just became overwhelmed. She felt uncomfortable, but her friend was obviously having fun, so for most of the night, Dani more or less stayed politely out of the way, watching on like a wallflower.<br/><br/>Even now, when she saw a few of those girls at school, she had a hard time thinking about them in the same way she did before that night. But for now, she looked back to the computer screen. One night of debauchery wasn't enough to tarnish a friendship that had lasted years. Soon enough, her fingers found the keyboard to type out a reply.<em>"Hey. How you been?"</em><br/><br/>She reached for the remote and spun around in her chair to flip on the TV, not really caring much what was on, but just to have some background noise going. By the time she looked back to her computer, she heard the familiar sound of a reply.<em>"Been pretty good, still getting adjusted thought. How about you? Heading to the club tonight?"</em><br/><br/>What? How could she even bring that up again? What in her right mind would make her think she wanted to go back? Dani sighed. She didn't want to upset her friend too much, so instead of a firm no, her reply was merely<em>"I dunno, probably not."</em><br/><br/>There was a pause as Vanessa was typing up a reply, so Dani turned back to the TV, flipping through the channels until she found something she liked, and waited for that familiar beep.<em>"Listen, hun, I've seen some of the browser history on your computer. I know you have at least been interested in some of that stuff at one point in time. And yeah, maybe we got a bit extreme at times, but you are new. No one is saying you got to go that far that quick. Just take it slowly. I promise you'll like it. Just give it one more shot, okay? And if you don't like it, you don't have to go back, and we will never speak of it again, okay?"</em><br/><br/>Dani looked at the screen for a moment, letting it all sink in. Her friend really did have some sound logic in there, and it was hard to argue with her. Then again, Vanessa was always the kind of girl to get what she wanted anyway. Dani just stared at the screen for a few more minutes, before she finally thought,<em>"Fuck it, one more time couldn't hurt, could it?"</em>and typed up a quick reply of<em> "...Okay."</em><br/><br/>And with that, she stood up and moved towards her closet. If she was headed out tonight, she needed a change of clothes. But what would she wear?