She was flitting around the roof setting up while her friends began lounging around on the mismatched chairs that sat on the roof. The roof was the product of tenants present and past. A long grey sofa lined the west wall. Wooden tables sat against one table. A long string of lights was strung up that gave it a warm hazy glow. Blankets and pillows scattered all over the sofa. Tarps were folded next to the sofa. A very large tapestry lay on the ground as a makeshift rug. A fire pit sat in front of the couch. A small green house was in the very south of the building. Though more often than not it was used to store the pillows and blankets in such. At one point it was used to plant weed though nobody ever copped up to who was the one that grew it. At the time only three of the tenants that live there now were residents.
By eleven guests they had invited had shown up as well. The guest ended up bringing spicy wings, one of them brought various juices, potstickers, churros, a jello cake, baklava, shish kabobs, and two of them brought pasta In all including the eight residents who lived in the building seventeen people showed up. Nell pulled out her camera and started taking pictures of her friends lounging on the sofa's. Most of the pictures were candids but a few of them came turned and posed for her. She was taking a photo of Amaris when she heard Keira yell out, "hey, guys She turned to her friend and smiled. "So, what are you guys talking about? Anything interesting?"
Nell turned around to her and smiled, "Not much we just got here. " She motioned to the food on the tables, "Food's done though and Kay brought a ton of alcohol so help yourself. I also bought some festive plates, cups, and cutlery. It should be on the second table. " She added while walking to the table and making herself a drink. It was a simple mix of vodka and lemonade. Nell never really drank straight alcohol. It was always a mix of some sort. By eleven she was passing quickly into drunk territory. Unfortunately Nell was always first to get smashed. She always pre-drank, usually took a pill, and Zach usually indulged her if she asked for some weed.
As a thought burst into her head she jumped a little, spilling a bit of her drink on herself, and pointed at her friends, " Somebody do shots with me." She set her drink on a small table on the corner next to the sofa and headed to the drinks table where she lined up five shot glasses. She poured a generous amount of tequila in them and winked at her friends before handing each of them one, except for Zach of course. With a bright toothy smile she said confidently, "Shots " And downed hers easily.