<strong>NAME:</strong><strong>Leanne Abernathy</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236647#msg13236647)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Friday Casual (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/66/61/1466616dd1e53896b92a2d7d3dfdac88.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence - Living Room --> Kitchen --> Out the front door<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Santa Leanne<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mentioning Marco - Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div>It was quickly becoming apparent that, despite the occasional customer coming up to her to conduct a little business, the party around her was quickly becoming a dud.  Which was understandable, she supposed as she sat there, looking around at the masses.  Most high school parties could be a bit of a drag, especially when someone's mommy and daddy were in the house trying to keep an eye on things.<br/><br/>Leanne thought it was time for Santa-Leanne to hit the next house on her list.<br/><br/>She had risen to her feet, and had begun to quietly sneak out, before getting noticed by someone and being pulled back into the pit of despair the was the party, when her eyes took note of the various pizzas sitting there in the kitchen, virtually unattended.  Just begging to be had.<br/><br/>Without a second thought, Leanne made her detour, stopping into the kitchen and grabbing one of the pizza boxes to inspect the goods.  Plain cheese?  That simply wouldn't do.  Which is why she took a few slices of this pizza, of that pizza, here and there to make the pizza whole.  And if she knew the others at the other party, those drunks would have probably drank all of the beer, so she made sure to raid a couple of beers from the Caulton fridge, shoving them into her bag.<br/><br/>From the small stationary pad by the house phone, Leanne took a slip of paper and pen, writing a quick and simple note where the missing pizza box should have been.<br/><br/><em>IOU 1 Pizza – Signed, Marco</em>Dude could afford it, right?<br/><br/>And so with that, a pizza box held to her side, her bag a little heavier with a few bottles of good beer, Leanne slipped out of the house, on her way to spread a bit more funkadelic delights at the other party.