<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<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Chillin'<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div>Any high school aged party that had parents lingering around the house was bound to suck.  It was one of the great, mysterious unwritten rules of life, sandwiched in between you'll die if you don't breathe, and fire burns shit.  Leanne knew that she should have been out at the Abandoned House like some sort of Scooby Doo episode, but instead, she chose to live it up with the Let-Them-Eat-Cake Crowd.<br/><br/>People with money, as opposed to dead beats that tried to pay with IOUs and lewd advances.<br/><br/>She hadn't even gotten to the front entrance walkway from her long walk up when she had a fistful of cash stuffed in her pocket, her oversized bag just a little bit lighter of the little baggies and joints that had been stashed away inside.  It was looking to be a good night indeed, she had thought, as she entered the house to see some of the jokers she'd probably not see much of again.<br/><br/>Greetings were given to those she knew, polite and friendly as they were, even to Gretchen, who everyone seemed to dump on, because everyone hated Gretchen.  One thing Leanne knew was that if you wanted to make a little extra cash, one had to be friendly and inviting, even if it was to Gretchen the Grinch.  She wandered around, scooping up some drink in a red solo cup, making the rounds.  Here and there she saw familiar faces, already congregating and being chatty cathys.<br/><br/>A seat on the couch was taken, because fuck the sweaty outdoors heat when there's plenty of cool air conditioning and a comfy couch.  Only for a few minutes did Leanne plan on staying, enough to get her drink on and spread some holiday cheer like Santa, just without the hair, and if he had actual breasts instead of manboobs, and his sack of goodies was full of weed and other magical and psychedelic delights instead of stupid toys.