<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>Roxy, Tommy<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div>It was an exercise in trying to not get caught.  With the throngs of people there in and around the house, trying to get out without being found out by, say, a parent was key.  The last thing she wanted and needed was to be stopped by some nosey parent, wondering just where in the hell she was going with a pizza (since she doubted they would have ever bought an excuse of pizza delivery, given the outfit she was in).  That sort of unwanted attention could bring a whole heap of trouble, especially when carrying quite an amount of weed and other mind altering drugs.<br/><br/>She got stopped by Tommy on her way out, whom she tried to give a bit of a friendly hug.  She might have tried to warn him about sticking around, that the party was deteriorating rather quickly, but when one is carrying some hot food (in more than one meaning of the term), it wasn't best to sit around and linger.<br/><br/>“I'm glad she's having fun with us.” Leanne said with a grin as she tried to keep walking.  “Tell her she and I are still on for Saturday at the movies, okay?”<br/><br/>Leanne had begun to pull herself away once again, out into the night air, when another familiar voice was directed to her.  She met Roxanne with a grin.  “Well if it isn't Miss Harvard herself.” Leanne grinned.<br/><br/>If she were truly being honest with herself, a part of Leanne envied her friend, and the good education she was about to get.  Just a chance to get the hell out of town, even for a couple of days, was something Leanne envied.  And Roxy was on her way to getting out for good, at an Ivy League school nonetheless.  But she was proud for Roxanne, proud that her friend was doing well, and on her way out.<br/><br/>“I could always use a good getaway driver.” Leanne said, turning her direction towards the jeep.  “I'll pay you good, with a slice of pizza.”