<strong>NAME:</strong>Zoe Porter<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard, by the swimming pool.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Zoe being Zoe.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Black Sabbath - Sweet Leaf (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-zmtmgswHw)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Jonas, Naomi + anyone in the backyard.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><em>Shit, shit, shit.</em><br/><br/>Zoe’s hallucinated eyes wandered through the backyard, searching for familiar faces. Then Naomi’s voice cracked through the amps, and she suddenly found herself staring at the bottom of the empty swimming pool, where Pearl Lipstick were about to kick off their gig.<br/><br/>She gulped nervously. She wasn’t feeling alright, and she understood those symptoms all too well to know she needed to keep that creeping stoner’s paranoia at bay if she wanted to make the most out of that party. There was no need to panic, after all. “You need to stay focused, dear”, she told herself – loud enough to make some heads turn in her direction. She scavenged in her backpack until she found a pack of cigarettes. “You knew this was gonna happen, Zoe. What a brilliant idea you had...” – she went on, pulling out a cigarette – “...coming around so early”.<br/><br/>The official reason for Zoe Porter showing up as early as she did was<em>'to help you guys get things ready for tonight'</em>. But the members of Pearl Lipstick were well aware of the true meaning of those words: that little bullshitter probably had nothing better to do than hover around them as they got the job done, eventually proving to be an impediment rather than an asset to their delicate task. But then again, she was Naomi’s friend and they decided it was OK for her to come along, as long as she didn’t touch anything.<br/><br/>She didn’t, nor did she plan to. Sure, she took some pictures of the band at work (“These are gonna look great on your website”, she promised), and even tried to disentangle some cables before deciding it would be much better if she just laid back and watched. Half an hour later, she was sitting by the poolside with a big fat joint dangling from her lips. She shared some tokes with Naomi and Ernie (or was it Greg, maybe?) and things suddenly got pleasantly hazy. She thought it’d be wise to roll a second one and, by the time people started arriving, little Zoe Porter was pretty much baked.<br/><br/>And there she was, sitting cross-legged by the poolside, a cigarette hanging loose from her lips. She looked pale, and it was pretty much clear she was low on sugar or something. “Well played, Zoe Porter. Well-fucking-played!”, she mumbled, her head wobbling slowly – and out of step – to the rhythm of the song. Her left hand reached out for a lonely can of beer someone (herself, maybe?) left there. She shook it to make sure it wasn’t empty, drew it near her nose and smelled it. Yeah, that was beer – the perfect remedy against her dry throat. Now she only needed to find something to eat.<br/><br/>But that, of course, meant she had to stand up and move her ass – which she managed to do after a short mental impasse. An almost empty can of beer in her left hand and a cig in the other one, Zoe Porter started walking towards the building, doing her best to dodge the other faceless guests gathered in the backyard of the abandoned house. That is, until her eyes recognized Jonas’ green coiffure.<br/><br/>“Jonas!”, she yelled, waving her cigarette to greet him. “I’m smashed, Jonas! I need to eat something!” She went on, cheerful and loud as ever, spreading her arms to hug him – something she probably hadn’t done since the day she broke up with him. “Here, have a beer and I-, I’ll go looking for some chips, okay?”. She handed him the beer can and blinked a couple of times, as she took a last drag from her cig.<br/>