<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 - backyard.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Leanne, Jenna,  and Naomi.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br/>It might not have been the most mature thing that fell from those black painted lips,  hell, it could have been one of the most immature things that ever found their way uttered from her tongue.  She looked at the girl who was stumble drunk.  “Bored now.”  Sure, she might have wanted to take care of the girl,  but…  this was her graduation too wasn’t it?  Maybe she should call the girl’s parents?  She growled softly to herself.  This was what she always did,  put other people before herself.<br/><br/>She cracked her neck,  before bringing the stem of her cigarette holder to her lips and inhaled.  She held it in,  puffing up her slight chest before exhaling from her nostrils causing the air around her to smell like cherries and cloves.<br/><br/>She turned her head to back to the crowd,  as she plopped her slight ass onto the table. Top.    She moved to cross one of those rather long legs over the other,  pressing her thighs together…  to sit as lady like as possible.  She took another swig from the bottle of vodka that she kept held between her hands.  She’d call Mom and Dad when things seemed like they were slowing down.  They had expected her to get buzzed.  It was why they had driven her to the field in the first place.  Sure,  she had a car…  but she wasn’t getting a ticket or worse.  She always played it safe.<br/><br/>She’d keep an eye on Jenna,  but…  maybe playing mom wasn’t the best way to play tonight.  Her ice like eyes moved towards Naomi as she spoke about trick.  It caused a bit of a blush,  and she just shook her head causing those black silken locks to bounce back and forth.   Tricks?  That phrase always made her think about sex…  sex…. Well was something she doubted she’d ever have,  and sex led her to relationships…  which was something she craved.  Or maybe she had everything absolutely backwards.  Yet,  how many people in this little town would ever consider her… Attra...<br/><br/>FUCK FUCK FUCK… stop thinking…<br/><br/>"You guys are... pretty good."  She almost muttered something under her breath about titillating lyrics but she managed to hold back.<br/><br/>Her eyes briefly moved up to the stars,.  She took another slow drag…  she exhaled slowly inhaling through her nostrils creating some sort of smoke oroborus.<br/><br/>Her gaze moved to Leanne.  “Doubt you’re gonna get that,  but,  if ya hear anything…  would you mind dragging my ass to it?  I was hoping for something interesting, and well this place seems like a wash.  I’ll like.”  DAMMIT! That was how she knew she was getting drunk.  "I can spot you a burrito, or something in payment."  She lifted her shoulder slightly, as she brought a hand to her neck, toying with her collar.  "I mean,  I can get hammered here I guess,  but...  I could do that in my backyard.  I was kinda hoping for something more you know... fun?"