<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>Spooky House - Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>The Joys of Capitalism<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Isis<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>Naomi, Benny<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div><br/>After a bumpy ride in the jeep, going off road in one of those rare moments in her young life, and trampling through the dirt and overgrowth that was ever so slowly consuming the old, forgotten house, Leanne was giving serious consideration to whether it had been worth coming out to the middle of the woods.<br/><br/>Nothing odd about that, she thought as she climbed out of the jeep and followed Roxy.  Though, she thought to herself, if Benny was going to murder all of the normies as he so eloquently called them, an abandoned house in the woods that just screamed horror movie would probably be as good a place as any.  But nah, she knew Benny wouldn't kill anyone.  Maybe.<br/><br/>But everything seemed to be going alright in her mind the closer they came to the party.  Everyone was still alive, and the party seemed like a lively affair.  Best of all, she didn't see any weirdo parents.  Sweet.<br/><br/>“Right you are.” Leanne said to Roxy's reminder, flipping open the lid of the box to the collection of slices of varying types for Roxy's perusal.  “Help yourself.  You supply the wine, I'll supply the munchies.”<br/><br/>“Oh sweet...” Someone said in a dazed, high voice as they approached.  “Someone brought pizza...”<br/><br/>Leanne grinned.  “Yup, I sure did.” She said to the outstretched hand, waiting until the hand was just close enough before snapping the lid shut and turning away from the random person.  “And it's five bucks a slice.”<br/><br/>The stoner looked taken aback.  “Five bucks?  For a slice?” He asked incredulously.  “Come onnn.”<br/><br/>A sigh escaped Leanne's lips.  “I know.  Capitalism sucks, ugh.” She said with an exaggerated groan.  “But this is the land of capitalism, my friend, and momma has to pay rent.  If you don't like it, I'm sure you might find some delivery guy who is going to drive all the way out here and charge you a buttload.”<br/><br/>The stoner seemed conflicted at first, but with a groan, reached into the wallet in his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill, which was promptly plucked from his hand, and stuffed into her own pocket.<br/><br/>“Help yourself, buddy.” Leanne said, letting the man pick a slice of pepperoni, before reaching out and grabbing a slice of the red meat from his pizza.  “Delivery charge, bro.”<br/><br/>As the stoner walked away, shaking his head, Leanne grinned.  “Easiest five bucks I've ever made.” She said to Roxy.  “Come on, let's go find us a place to sit and chill.”<br/><br/>After finding a patio table that had seen better days, Leanne placed the pizza down, and had taken a look around at the party as Naomi played, before spotting a familiar face in the crowd.  “ISIS!” She called out to the girl, as she took a seat down upon the table.  “Get your butt over here girl, and join us!”