<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl21/941ec680.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Dannie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the Estate, lounge<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>All by herself, then with Sara, Brad, Lexa, and Ben. Sort of.<hr/><br/><em>'This is dumb. Just go home. Go back to your hotel, sleep the night away, go to the studio and get dizzy from all of the flashing lights. A much better idea.'</em>Dannie never thought that she would ever in her life have to fight with herself about attending a party. She was just past the point of no return, sitting in the back of a taxi with the invitation flipped over; back, front, and back again in between her slender fingers. If only it was just any sort of party.<br/><br/>Dressing up was for the event was something of a second nature for the half-Asian - a small, form-fitting black cocktail dress with enough of an inch on her black heels to kill a man, or at least make her as tall as any boy of average height. Her hair, an unnatural but very well-suited light brown, was worn long and straightened, thanks to many years of care and one far too expensive straightener. She looked ready, but her heart was fluttering and her mind had abandoned her hours ago when she introduced a few pre-drinks to settle herself.<br/><br/>They weren't helping very much.<br/><br/>Dannie gulped down a breath when the driver made an agonizingly slow turn onto the driveway of the estate. It was impressive, certainly, but with real estate like that came a set of expectations of its guests. The thought alone of embarrassing herself in her nervousness just about killed her. In a matter of seconds, the taxi had stopped at the main entrance of the home. The young woman was frozen stiff, just long enough for the driver to look over his shoulder at her awkwardness and quirk a brow at her wristlet that would hopefully contain his fare money. Fumbling, Dannie left the invite on the backseat after handing the man a twenty and leaving the vehicle entirely. It wasn't until she stepped up the few steps to the grand door did she realize that she had left her invitation there, but her only reaction was a goofy tilt in her smile at the thought of another young person or couple finding it taking it upon themselves to pay this place a visit. That smile quickly disappeared and she shuddered as she opened the door - what if the driver read it?<br/><br/>Once inside, Dannie's senses were flooded with a number of quick little observations. The place was beautiful; its owner had wonderful taste. A sniff of the air told her that it was modern, and with the small sounds that filled its halls, it would soon smell heavily of sex. Not entirely sure what to do with herself, the woman's first instincts told her to find the bar and consequently, there will be people. It's how all these classy parties started, right? A few steps toward the lounge, Dannie proved herself right. Littered (classy like, of course) around the large room were glasses of alcohol and clothing. At its center, there were a number of people going at it on a sofa. Or starting to, anyway.<br/><br/>Overwhelmed, Dannie practically ran to the bar as fast as she could with her heels and poured herself a whiskey sour. She had had sex before, certainly, but never at a scale like this and never, EVER, so ... open. Her drink disappeared rather quickly, as if the noise of the ice clanging around in the glass was to distract her from the moans and groans a few yards away.<br/><br/>Dannie's nerves were getting the better of her, but hopefully that was something another drink would help with.