It's a Jungle in this building from the Window to the Wall
When: Saturday
Where: Ferrari's place
Who: Everyone!
Why: Par-tay!
Her parents had left the house as exactly eight O’ five, and by eight O’ seven, Ferrari had thrown on sweats, a sweatshirt and a beanie and by eight-ten, she was heading down the driveway in her Lime Green Viper to prepare for the day. There was a general rule around her house, and her parents were very lenient about what Ferrari did both in the house and away from it. They weren’t stupid and they knew that Ferrari would be throwing a party-after all, she had told them out right she would throw a little ‘going-back-to-school’ party and that there would be a bunch of kids over. Her parents agreed, told her they would take a trip upstate for a weekend vacation. They trusted Ferrari. Never once had she given them a doubt about her capabilities and never once did she sway from what she said was she going to do. Every party she had thrown before had gone by without hitch and the place was cleaned to perfection upon their return home.
Their house, luckily, lay at the end of a very long driveway and the nearest neighbor was about a mile away. They lived on the outside of town and their home, while confined to an acre or so, actually laid at the back of their 20 acre land, mostly for which they used to set up a motocross track and another garage that contained some of their other cars and was their (meaning Liam and Ferrari’s) primary place to work on client cars. So everything was perfect about their house and it was ideal for any party-throwing occasions.
Sadly, Ferrari would say it was this alone that made her as flexible in the popularity ranks at William McKinley. She had the money, the cars, the stuff, the house and her parties were, to say the least, ‘rad’. So, she wasn’t exactly expendable, but she was a Gleek and she was a lesbian, so that had to be balanced out somehow, right? Despite her charming personality, she wouldn’t be as far up as she was if she didn’t have wealth behind her. Don’t get the wrong idea, though. Ferrari never expels that fact or uses it to gain friends, and she’d never go out of her way to show it off.
So, by twelve-nineteen, she had returned back to her home with snacks and alcohol (Yes, she knew a guy who knew a guy who could get her as much as she wanted of it) and had set to preparing the place. She cleared the living-room furniture to the sides to make room for a dance floor, and had cleaned her bedroom (People used it a lot for a little more privacy, (Don’t even think about trying that in her room, though) and because it also linked directly, via sliding glass doors, to the back patio and pool area.) It was big enough to leave another small dance floor. Upstairs, she fixed up the usual Jell-O shots and other alcohol related snacks and drinks, along with the regular food. Settling with the house as it was, Ferrari headed downstairs to run through a shower and get ready.
By seven-thirty, she was walking back upstairs, turning on music that would play throughout the entire house at obscene volumes, and heading to answer the door for the first guest of the night.