you know i hate to ask, but are friends electric?
Although unsure what the American equivalent of the phrase/term is, Cassie Riddle is out on the pull. Yes, that's right. She is! She’s spent half the evening getting ready: messy waves of hair tamed into more smoother curls and a black and cafe mocha mini-dress* ; it’s been a rather long time since she’s gone out on a proper night out. She just wants to go out and have fun! She’s currently sat at a table, nursing a glass of white wine and just watching the happenings of the club she’s in. She’s biding her time till she gets drunk enough to get up and dance, even though she is really digging the bass line of whatever’s currently playing.
Dylan is sat on the edge of the fountain at Grant Park eating strawberries. Her clothes and hair are damp from falling in a short while ago. Her hands and lips are bright pink with the juice. She’s not the neatest of eaters when it comes to some things. There’s strawberry juice dribbling down her chin, but she’s extremely happy.
Doyle is stood in a betting shop, a newspaper rolled up in his hand as he gazes up at the screens showing horse racing. He’s grinning madly, shouting at the screens excitedly as his horse wins the race. He’s just won himself another hundred dollars. He’s having an extremely lucky day for once.
Robert Capa is nursing another hangover. He’s curled up in the booth of a diner, cradling a hot cup of cheap coffee with one hand. He’s frowning down at a copy of the daily paper, the main headline being the recent tornado to hit the fair just out of Chicago. He quietly worries for those he knows, especially Ally. He’s also relieved he never went, that could have been a disaster.
* - omg, this is the dress <3 - http://blogs.smarter.com/blogs/Rose%20Chiffon%20Layer%20Mini%20Dress.jpg
Dylan is sat on the edge of the fountain at Grant Park eating strawberries. Her clothes and hair are damp from falling in a short while ago. Her hands and lips are bright pink with the juice. She’s not the neatest of eaters when it comes to some things. There’s strawberry juice dribbling down her chin, but she’s extremely happy.
Doyle is stood in a betting shop, a newspaper rolled up in his hand as he gazes up at the screens showing horse racing. He’s grinning madly, shouting at the screens excitedly as his horse wins the race. He’s just won himself another hundred dollars. He’s having an extremely lucky day for once.
Robert Capa is nursing another hangover. He’s curled up in the booth of a diner, cradling a hot cup of cheap coffee with one hand. He’s frowning down at a copy of the daily paper, the main headline being the recent tornado to hit the fair just out of Chicago. He quietly worries for those he knows, especially Ally. He’s also relieved he never went, that could have been a disaster.
* - omg, this is the dress <3 - http://blogs.smarter.com/blogs/Rose%20Chiffon%20Layer%20Mini%20Dress.jpg
