<strong>NAME:</strong>Sarah Winters<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,[Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=41501626) Makeup,  as is typical dark and heavy.<br/><strong>DAY: </strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Entering the Kitchen<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>resting bitch face,  cattiness<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Benny,  Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br/>Sarah also arrived late to the party,  mostly because she had been dealing with Raven.  The sort of old hat goth who lived near the liquor store.  She despised him, probably more than most.  Everything about him just screamed creepy,  and not in the fun sipping wine while sitting on a headstone type creepy.  It was the desperate sort of thing,  where he seemed to just be begging for the acceptance of those younger than him.  Still though,  she managed to get him to grab her a nice bottle of vodka.  When asked where she was going,  Sarah had pointed him in the direction of prep party.  She didn’t want him anywhere near the gathering tonight.<br/><br/>She wasn’t exactly dressed for the trek through the fields,  but,  there wasn’t much that could be done.  The old abandoned place was her favorite place to party.  She once found the old woman’s prosthetic leg sitting up in the attic.  It had recently become the center piece of weird in her bedroom back home.  It might have smelled like mold, dust, and mildew…  but it was quite striking.<br/><br/>Anyway.  She was moving through the field trying to keep the tall grass from getting her garments to cluttered.  She was well,  a girl who tried to keep herself impeccably preened.  It was silly of course,  but, with her rather new found confidence,  she always tried to keep up the best appearance.  That might have caused some issues with some of the other outcastes. Everyone knew she came from money,  and was often seen getting manipedies,  and was one of the more frequent visitors to the salon.<br/><br/>When she did eventually get into eyesight of the old house,  she stuffed a black cigarette into the slender stem of that surgical steel cigarette holder.  It was adorned with a combination of skulls and roses.  One of those long digited hands lifted upward sparking her zippo to life and took a long drag.  The girl always was one to try to make an entrance<br/><br/>She moved towards the porch,  those slight hips swaying ever so slightly back and forth.  Her rather well toned backside was easily visible in the slinky short skirt that she wore.   She gave a little nod to her friends as she passed by with her bottle held in hand.  Almost as soon as she made it onto the steps, she cracked open the bottle and took a deep drink.<br/><br/>The young woman even gave a soft exhale of smoke from her black painted lips,  before inhaling once more into her nostrils as she opened the door.    She strolled into the walk way, and right into the kitchen.  There was the asshole,  standing pretty much right in front of her.  Her pale blue eyes rolled upwards into her skull.   She had hoped he would have been playing with his hetero life mate tonight.<br/><br/>She placed her bottle onto the countertop.<br/><br/>“I thought you would’ve been chasing Aaron around a pool tonight.”   She said rather simply.  Her voice still had somewhat masculine connotations,  but the goth girl had learned to hide it ever so slightly with an almost sensual purr.<br/>