<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 - The Kitchen,  backyard.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>resting bitch face,  A little bit of angst.<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Manic Depression (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhjRGW0FjbQ)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Benny,  Jonas,  Zoe,  Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br/>“I liked Sarah more…”  She said rather simply. “ Besides… Simone’s was still…”  She shook her head a bit from side to side,  that long bouncy black hair moving too and fro.  Here she was again trying to explain herself.  She felt just a faint flicker of rage,  but, she forced herself to stifle it.<br/><br/>And this is how it seemed it always went with Benny.  Half assed pleasantries,  nothing more.  She wanted to be angry.  It wasn’t the occasional use  of her old name that bothered her,  sure,  it might have caused a little twinge of discomfort when she heard it.  Yet,  it was a simple mistake… it was who she was for years and those close to her needed time to adjust.  Some people were better than others of course.  Benny always corrected himself as well,  there was no malice there.<br/><br/>It was the separation really.  She had enjoyed hanging out with him in the old days.  Everything went all tense though when she came out.  She would have liked to go back to the friendship,  she even tried to push it in the early days.  Yet,  nothing she could do really seemed to change the new dynamic.  Her shoulders slumped briefly forward at the touch.<br/><br/>Inside,  she was still the same person  dammit.  She listened to same music,  played the same games,  watched the same movies.  The only major transformation was her comfort in herself and a surprising new confidence,  and a good friend would have been able to see that wouldn’t they?  Benny though couldn’t see past it…  it just seemed he thought Simon was gone and Sarah had replaced them.  That wasn’t it though!  She slammed one of those heeled boots hard into the ground.  Sarah was always there.<br/><br/>God to think she used to have a crush on him!  She never acted on it of course.  She couldn’t imagine that he would have reacted well back than…  now?  It almost seemed like the guy could barely look at her.<br/><br/>When he was out of ear shot the girl just whispered  “And fuck you too…”  She briefly pondered following after him.  It wouldn’t change things though,  just would be another waste of energy.<br/><br/>It was not a good start for a party.  She did what anyone would have done when they got down at a celebration.  She unscrewed the cap of her vodka,  and took a rather large gulp.  She’d regret it in the morning,  right now though she savored the heat as it moved down her throat warming her belly.  She wished she had a chaser.  Even the premium stuff still tasted a bit like rubbing alcohol.<br/><br/>She could have went to the porch,  or see if anyone had been gutsy enough to hit the attic.  There was still so much stuff she could have gone through.  She knew the place well,  and where the floor boards were at their weakest.  She probably shouldn’t mess around up there though,  if other people got involved…  they might do something dumb and fall through the ceiling.<br/><br/>So instead she took a drag on the stem of her cigarette holder before exhaling softly.  She might as well go out and see the band.  Maybe they music would give her the boost that she needed to get going again.<br/><br/>She opened the back door and strolled outside,  placing the vodka on the busted up picnic table.  She knew someone would probably grab it,  but,  she didn’t want to carry it around outside.<br/><br/>She moved past Jonas and Zoe.  She lifted a pale hand with long black painted nails,  though the middle one was a rather soft shade of pink and gave a wave.  The smell of cloves,  cherries,  and even a hint of lilac lingered in the air around her.  She didn’t want to be alone tonight,  but,  she didn’t really know the pair.  Also,  Zoe seemed to always have more energy than a hyperactive toddler.  While she herself always did her best to remain calm and composed,   that was until the fourth drink,  when she seemed to take on the personality that would have rivaled some of the cheerleaders. Some people even caught her a few times going fully valley girl, much to her embarrassment.   She didn’t want to intrude…   though she did give a second glance over the back of her shoulder.<br/><br/>Now what…<br/><br/>Those pale blue eyes scanned the crowd.