Lexxie followed her sister up the stairs and hurried into her room. She flung her clothes off, dropping them to the ground (to lay with her clothes from school). She sifted through her drawers, intent on finding the perfect outfit. First she picked out a black strapless bra with matching boy shorts. She slipped them on and hummed to herself softly, contemplating.<br/><br/>Lexxie pulled various outfits from her drawer, and even a few from her overloaded closet. There were clothes all over the place before she picked the perfect outfit. She put on a short jean miniskirt with black leggings, and a loose, silk, wide-neck t-shirt which hung off one shoulder. She examined herself in her full length mirror before applying make up and teasing her long dark brown hair.<br/><br/>Once Lexxie's hair and make up was perfect, she hunched to the ground, digging through piles of shoes beneath her bed. "Hmmm," she hummed again, comparing almost identical black stilettos. Lexxie had more shoes than anyone she knew. She settled on a pair of dainty, black, open-toed strap heels. She had just finished strapping the second heel when her sister called up to Jimmy and herself.<br/><br/>Lexxie tapped her way down the wooden steps, a cigarette hanging loosely between her index and middle finger. "I'm going to take my car," Lexxie said. Who knows? Maybe she'd like to have her own little party in the cramped Grand AM. The thought made Lexxie almost laugh out loud.<br/><br/>"If you're riding with me, pick up the pace, Jim!" Lexxie yelled up the stairs, slipping her cellphone and lipgloss into her wristlet purse.