Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Feb 20, 2012 0:02:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 646 ( TAGGED ) BACHELORETTE PARTY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Frowning at her reflection, Charlotte Hirth suddenly felt self-conscious about how tight her dress was on her petite frame. It wasn’t fair that she, the one being honored tonight, felt ugly and fat. She knew she wasn’t, but the doubt was still there. It was because of this fear of gaining weight that Charlotte refused to drink more than a glass or two of wine or champagne. Alcohol was fattening, and because of this, she was often deemed the mother of her friends. It was she who took care of her drunken friends after a night of partying and held their hair. There was only one night the brunette had completely gotten wasted to the point where everything was black, and she hated not remembering what she had done. It was after her mother announced that it was time for Charlotte to be engaged again, but at the time, Ophelia had not mentioned Porter. And because Charlotte had been so disgusted with herself, she had taken Sevvie out and got completely hammered. When she had woken up the next morning, her head had hurt and there was no memories. A couple of pictures were shared between her and Sevvie of her getting a stripper pole and some other things, but that was the only clue. Charlotte liked being the mom; she stayed in control. But she knew her friends. Her friends would make it their goal to get completely wasted with stupid drinking games and male strippers. She was aware of this and had prepared for this. Charlotte would make sure that there would be water coming to the table all night, as well as bread sticks. Both things would help sober her up when she felt suddenly out of control and she would wake up tomorrow morning remembering everything. Grabbing her clutch and giving Porter a swift kiss on the lips, she made her way down the hotel and into the car that waited outside. Sevvie had told her to meet her at the Alibi Night Club and dress in revealing clothes. Considering the black slim fitting dress was pretty much the only thing Charlotte owned that showed off her perky breasts and rounded ass, she went with that. The car moved silently though the streets and her brown eyes took in the flashing lights as they made their way down to the elite party district. Biting her bottom lip, Charlotte realized that tonight, she would have no control over her friends. This was to be her bachelorette party, the biggest bachelorette party of the year. And she had no control over it. For all she knew, there would be penis cakes everywhere and male strippers sliding down the poles, begging for singles. Honestly, all she wanted to do was sit at home and drink a glass of wine while watching a movie with Porter. Her life had become boring and almost predictable, but with Porter, Charlotte could deal with those changes. And knowing that in a couple of hours, she would be walking home in a drunk stupor was not something she enjoyed thinking about. The car came to a gentle stop and Charlotte stepped out, her eyes taking in the surroundings. This was the club where she had met Porter all those months ago. Images filled her mind, but she pushed them away as she gracefully walked up to the bouncer, announced her name, and was granted into one of the VIP rooms. Her eyes took in her best friends, all of whom were sitting there as though she was late. Charlotte was never late, only early. ”I do not plan on getting completely trashed tonight, so figure something else out ladies” she teased, placing her hands on her delicate hips. ”And is this seriously what you call a party? I, as the guest of honor, am not pleased” she teased once more. any and all notes can go here |
table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5
