<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom (Why, again?)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All of the alcohol at the bar (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Autumn had never really considered herself to be a sadomasichist before. But, after opting to go to her ten year reunion (when backed into a corner about it by literally everyone who knew it was coming up) she figured she must have been into some serious torture. Maybe something was wrong with her.<br/><br/>Clearly, this was not a good idea, and no part of it was going to be fun. Except for all the free drinks. And considering she'd be spending her evening trapped in a room with the rest of her graduating class, alcohol was more necessary than air, to be able to get through it.<br/><br/>Just the invitation alone caused her to gag when she saw it. Especially considering the accommodations with a hotel room and complimentary breakfast the following day. She wasn't sure if every one of her peers suddenly dug up a bunch of buried treasure or received a large inheritance from their bubby's, to be able to afford that. But, what she did know, was that she could not.<br/><br/>Frankly, the outfit she bought at some stupid store at the dreaded mall, had already set her back. Meaning, she had to drive herself there in her shitty, beat-up, tan-on-brown Vista Cruiser. After parking and seeing how packed it was, Autumn released a long, long sigh. Shifting into park and turning off the engine, she flipped the visor down and looked at herself in the mirror.<br/><br/>"'Kay, so. You just. You just walk in there, and gun it for the bar." She made a stern face at her reflection. "No distractions." Her reflection nodded back at her. "Good. Besides, you're like, super charming when you've had too much to drink." In response, her reflection winked back at her. Autumn smirked, then pulled herself from the car and entered the hotel.<br/><br/>The ballroom wasn't hard to find, since there were chalkboard signs all over the lobby, and the horrendous music pumping from the only room with its double doors open, was where all those arrows were pointing. "I'm guessing it's right here?" She sarcastically mused to no one, before strutting inside.<br/><br/>Someone tried to point out the name tag table to her, but Autumn ignored them and shook her head furiously, biting at her lips to keep from speaking, as she raced to the bar in the back. Once there, she all but collapsed against the edge of the counter. The bartender there gave her a look like she was crazy - she was used to those looks. "Can I... help you, Miss?" He asked, skeptically.<br/><br/>Autumn shot upright and nodded to him as if it was a matter of the utmost importance. "Um, yeah." Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, dryly. "Can I get some alcohol?"