fuc.k polyvore, seriously. i spent a hell of a long time editing out my story for the 'bad words' and then it just decided to glitch or something and delete my bloody set when i published. we are not amused. ugh.
that said, et voila, story:
February 17th: Happy birthday Vic! There’s going to be a party for Vic held in the ballroom of a local hotel.
Dress Code: Dressed to Impress.
'Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Viiiiic, happy birthday to you!' the girls and guys of Oxford Day sang loudly, clapping and whooping after. Although they were all dressed in their best designer outfits, the happy birthday song would never not be sung- it was too worth it, just to see Vic's face turn bright red as she struggled to blow out the seventeen candles on her marijuan.a-leaf shaped birthday cake, courtesy of Scarlett, Karlie, River, and a very discreet baker.
'She will be so baked,' Scar giggled, stifling the sound with her fist as everyone crowded around their table to see Vic take the first bite.
'-Everyone- will be so baked,' Karlie replied as River cut the first slice for Vic. Unbeknownst to the rest of the crowd, Scarlett and Karlie had, shall we say, modified the recipe a little. The cake wasn't just shaped like a marijuan.a leaf anymore; it was simply filled with it. The two girls held their breaths and laughter in as Vic took a bite, her eyes growing wider as she tasted the familiar dru.g.
'What the hell did you guys do?' River hissed.
'You'll find out soon enough,' Scar said, pointing towards Vic who was now basically inhaling the cake like a lifeline.
'Guess everyone's a big fan of our cake,' Karlie laughed, smoothing down her teal dress.
River rolled her eyes and kept slicing through the cake as the rest of the crowd filtered back to their seats. This party for Vic was being held by her parents, as if to say 'Look honey, if you stay clean, look what nice, proper parties you'll get!' As proof of everyone staying clean and socializing properly, Mr and Mrs de la Rouge had even hired a photographer to document the event. Of course, things weren't exactly going the way they'd imagined. The champagne was 80% alcohol, the cake was almost 100% pot, half the people had already slept with someone random here, and the fact that nobody actually considered this the actual party- This was just a placeholder, a one hour warm-up for friends to talk normally with friends, wannabe-underclassmen to eavesdrop on the juniors and seniors, until the ballroom floor was cleared of tables and the bartender came in. Then the real fun would start, and hopefully not finish until well into the following morning, their classes be damne.d.
As the cake was delivered to each table, and gradually eaten, a chorus of 'Ohhhs' rose into the room.
'Oh, my God, guys,' River said, staring at the cake and Karlie and Scar with a 'I cannot believe you actually got away with this' look.
'Nice pot,' Ela said nonchalantly, finishing off her cake with a dainty bite. 'It's from Danny, right?'
Karlie nodded, a little surprised that Ela would know who the dealer was just from the taste. 'Thought Vic here deserved the best on her birthday,' she grinned.
'Best birthday cake ever, girls,' Vic said appreciatively. 'Gonna make this hell of a party go down a lot better.' The girls around the table nodded.
Scar cleared her throat. 'I propose a toast,' she said, tapping on her champagne flute with a spoon until the rest of the room quieted down. She stood up and brushed an invisible piece of lint off the front of her dress before carrying on. 'A toast- Fuckk Vic's parents, and let's hope Vic gets fuckedd tonight.'
'Fuckk Vic's parents,' the rest of the room repeated obediently through a few giggles.
'Oh, my God, the suspense,' Aria muttered under her breath as the last minute of the 'party' ticked down. The rest of the room had their eyes on the clock unflinchingly; the upperclassmen willing the clock to move faster and the underclassmen dreading the moment when they would be kicked out.
'Don't lie, you want the alcohol out just as much as we do,' Karlie muttered back.
'Yeah, so I can make a fool out of myself with some random guy I don't even know?' She rolled her eyes condescendingly and picked at her nail polish. Karlie opened her mouth to fire back a comeback but then the hour changed, and everyone was up in a flash. 'Shots!' Vic yelled giddly, throwing her arms up into the air with Scarlett. 'Seven shots of Jack!' River screamed at the bartender, who was suddenly looking slightly scared under Vanity's demanding gaze. 'Hurry it the fuckk up, man!' she demanded as Glass joined in with her: 'We're not pu.ssies, give us the strongest you've got!'
Karlie laughed and pushed her chair back, shaking her hair out of its bun and slipping off her earrings- she'd fallen asleep at a party once and somebody had thrown up on her diamond earrings. Never again. 'Well then, bitchh central, I'm gonna go have some fun; feel free to join when you've got the stick out your ass,' Karlie said to Aria before standing up and grabbing Vic, Scarlett, and River.
'Come on, Ela and Vanity have already done like ten shots,' River said impatiently.
'Let's go,' Karlie agreed, speeding up and stealing somebody's shot. 'Hope you don't mind,' she tossed over her shoulder as she turned towards Ela and Vic, who were having a drinking contest. 'Come on, Ela!' Trent yelled, grinning teasingly towards Vic as she fake-glared at him. Karlie could just see Harper being offered a drink out of the corner of her eye; she turned him down with a sad smile as she looked towards Trent, who was now kissing the back of Vic's neck in an effort to make her lose. Poor darling, Karlie thought, filing it away in her head and making a mental note to talk to her later, back in their room.
'Fancy seeing you here,' a familiar voice said, interrupting her stream of thoughts. Karlie turned, and - of course, because her life was just that romantic comedyish - it was the guy from the plane. Max something.
'You, more like. Don't you have a Burberry campaign to shoot or something?' she said, turning back around to face him full on. She'd been flipping through an old copy of Vogue yesterday and seen a Burberry ad with him in it, looking intense and brooding as he held several handbags in various shades of lilac.
'Shut up; I was fifteen, I didn't know what I was doing,' he laughed. 'Buy you a drink?'
'Sure,' Karlie shrugged. She didn't feel anything for Max - unless you count lust - but she wasn't about to turn down a free drink. 'Screwdriver, please.'
'Good taste,' he murmured appreciatively before calling the bartender over. He'd unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt after the first party ended and she could just see the corner of his cross tattoo.
'So, you gonna tell me the story of that?' Karlie asked, nodding towards Max's chest and then pulling down his shirt when he didn't get it. 'This,' she said, tapping it with a fingernail.
'Oh, well- Short or long?'