30 minutes earlier than the present moment Rosalyn had sat in the luscious guest bathroom of the Blackburn family. She was pressing her hair into curls, silently wishing to curl up with a book on the bed or draw herself a bath with one of the colorful bath bombs that's had been left out for her. However, she had a party to attend, one that sounded very similar than the last, 2 weeks ago. It might not have been such a big deal to go out tonight but last time it had happened someone had died. And though she had pictured American parties many ways, death had never been a thought. What kind of people throw a party after a serious tragedy? Plain idiots... Rosalyn had finished her hair, makeup, and shimmied herself into a tight black dress before heading out the door.
Now, Rosalyn steps threw the open door of the party. Her heels elevate her an inch of the ground and she clutches a silver purse close to her body. Scanning the many faces she searches for Reagan, who had been the one to mention the party earlier that week. She slips through the crowd, leaving a trail of pardon mes, and excuse mes as she goes. Music blasting, the smell of alcohol lingering through the air. Rosalyn steps into the kitchen, finding Reagan, along with her friends standing around drinking. The kitchen, Rosalyn had learned from last time, was the least busy area of the party, apart from the upstairs bedrooms. As she walks in Rose spots Alissa Blackburn, one of the 3 girls from the host family she currently resides with. Alissa is out of the room though just as she steps in, and Rose doubts the girl noticed her presents.
"Reagan, Hi!" She begins stepping into the room a bit more. "Sorry, I'm late. I couldn't catch a ride." Her accent is thick, perhaps thicker than normal as it tends to do when she is nervous. She smiles to the other guys in the room. Been here two weeks and still can't remember names properly, shame on you Rose...
Now, Rosalyn steps threw the open door of the party. Her heels elevate her an inch of the ground and she clutches a silver purse close to her body. Scanning the many faces she searches for Reagan, who had been the one to mention the party earlier that week. She slips through the crowd, leaving a trail of pardon mes, and excuse mes as she goes. Music blasting, the smell of alcohol lingering through the air. Rosalyn steps into the kitchen, finding Reagan, along with her friends standing around drinking. The kitchen, Rosalyn had learned from last time, was the least busy area of the party, apart from the upstairs bedrooms. As she walks in Rose spots Alissa Blackburn, one of the 3 girls from the host family she currently resides with. Alissa is out of the room though just as she steps in, and Rose doubts the girl noticed her presents.
"Reagan, Hi!" She begins stepping into the room a bit more. "Sorry, I'm late. I couldn't catch a ride." Her accent is thick, perhaps thicker than normal as it tends to do when she is nervous. She smiles to the other guys in the room. Been here two weeks and still can't remember names properly, shame on you Rose...