melanie nicastro
hex code: #2a2f2a
hex code: #2a2f2a
Mel, like her friends, Teddy and Eloise, was dressed in casual attire. She wore semi-faded dark gray jeans and a white blouse. Her hair was up in the usual ponytail. Melanie wasn't particularly meticulous today when it came to her hair, but it would do. Mel didn't exactly intend to look like she didn't put much effort into her clothes, but she really didn't. Teddy may have different opinions, but the entire point of coming to this bonfire was to find the lost demon. Not to flirt.
Of course, Teddy, ever the opportunist, was definitely taking advantage of the situation. The one time she caught sight of him was when he was smacked in the face with a girl's ponytail. Mel didn't really care much on what Teddy chose to do while the trio were biding their time, waiting for the lost demon to appear. Just as long as he didn't compromise the group - or himself - he could jump off a twenty-story building, for all she cared. Hold on, that was compromising his safety. Never mind.
Melanie never really liked parties. To her, because they were getting so common, so repetitive, they had lost the appeal they once had. Mel thought that being forced to go to a party during the most important demon mission of the millennia (okay, the most important mission in six centuries, but still) would make everything all the more exciting, but sadly, that wasn't the case.
At least, it wouldn't be until the lost demon showed up.
But the demon certainly hadn't, and the party was getting duller by the second. Sure, Lolly poured her beer on a frat boy and Teddy got rejected, but those events happened in every party all the time. Even the incident with Eloise and the frat boy failed to surprise Mel. It wasn't everyday Lolly got tangled up with a drunken frat boy.
Melanie was already starting to regret that thought. Her choice of words simply sounded wrong.
Early on, Mel simply passed the time with deductions, but it quickly grew boring. Sure, there were some interesting people. A dark-eyed girl with dyed pink hair was a curious one. She was clearly uncomfortable with her hair color, and has been for a bit of time. Some party-goers had teased her on it, but most just ignored it like they were used to it. Of course, if Pinkie had the opportunity, she would've gotten rid of the horrendous color, but since she hasn't, her parents were probably teaching her to stick with her decisions, or she didn't have the money, one way or another. It could have been both, but Melanie knew that financial problems was part of it (although Pinkie was in no position to fall into poverty). Most of her belongings were cheap knock-offs of the current trends. Well, not exactly current. Pinkie was desperately trying to keep up.
However, what really intrigued her was Pinkie's phone. It was highly expensive, but poorly taken-care of. Considering the fact that Pinkie was clutching her fake Prada purse, a look of despair coming into her eyes every time a bit of dust appeared on the bag, she nor her parents have paid for her phone. Therefore, the phone had to have a previous owner. Pinkie wouldn't treat a phone like that so poorly, and if she did, her parents would most likely confiscate it. It was probably a gift.
But Pinkie was the most interesting person during the entire bonfire, and she wasn't very complicated nor difficult to figure out. Mel finished her bottle, unsatisfied, before approaching Teddy and Lolly.
"How long does it take for someone to come to a party?" Melanie questioned the slightest bit impatiently, not expecting an answer. The question was rhetorical, after all.