Post by CHARLEY HARPER on Jun 28, 2012 1:47:17 GMT -5
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me maybe!
Charley could feel her comfort level falling with every lyric of that stupid song.
Abby had somehow gotten them an invite to a private Kimberly Palter reading. Charley hadn't known Kimberly Palter was even in town, or did readings, but Abby had told her that she was the aunt or cousin or something of one of her friends, so it seemed reasonable at the time. Abby had also told her that Kimberly Palter liked the color black, and insisted that Charley wear the black top she had gotten for her a while back. Charley initially thought the request was a bit strange, but lawyers of Kimberly Palter's status could probably request anything they wanted. So, although Charley normally didn't give in to Abby's wardrobe requests, this was Kimberly Palter they were talking about, who one of the most esteemed and successful lawyers in the entire country.
Of course, what Charley didn't expect from Abby was that she was the biggest liar in the history of the world who should rot in the pits of hell. The reading had 'conveniently' turned out to be a party. Which consisted of about 40 people crammed into a dorm room the size of a shoebox drunkenly screaming along to "Call Me Maybe," which she could have sworn had been played at least three times in the past twenty minutes.
She took another sip from her bottle of Coke (which she had insisted Abby get her from the vending machine outside, there was no way in hell she was drinking any kind of liquid substance inside this hell hole) and looked around the room from her corner from behind the door. She spotted two girls making out with the same guy (how was that even possible?) and some dude puking into what looked like a baseball cap. She took a deep breath and peered down at the soda again. She was here for Abby, and Abby said they would leave in ten minutes. So she was staying, but for ten minutes. That was all.
Just as that thought entered her head, the door swung open and she was thrown into the wall, and the open Coke bottle spilled all over the nice shirt Abby had insisted she wear (Kimberly Palter liked the color black? Seriously, how did she buy that?) Great, now she looked just like the other drunken idiots that were now listening to Call Me Maybe [/again]. Maybe she should pretend she was having a good time. She awkwardly smiled at some drunk guy that appeared to have seen her moment of grace and then looked back down at the ground. No, no, she couldn't do that. She just had to act normal enough to pass as a drunk college partygoer. She should just go up to someone and talk about YOLO or the Jersey Shore or whatever people talk about at these parties. Or just stay here and look down at the notecards she had written out with questions for Kimberly Palter for what must have been the twentieth time. Yes, that sounded like the best plan of action.
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words; 537
outfit; umm, the outfit in the pic, I guess.
I didn't make a polyvore haha.
credits; zie @ CAUTION, edited by noa
lyrics by fun.!
