Who am I to say no to free food and a pretty face?
( sara's more than pleased to see kendra, a familiar (and, yes, pretty) face amongst the mingled crowds of people she doesn't know yet. she's simply lounging on her small sofa like it's a goddamn throne, one leg crossed over the other and heeled boot idly swaying, taking a sip of her shimmery gold whiskey.
sara's alcohol tolerance is high — abnormally so, but whatever the hell that bartender slipped into this thing has sara's cheeks feeling a little warm, almost like she's buzzed. with an inviting beckon with her free hand, she insists, ) C'mere.
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( sara's more than pleased to see kendra, a familiar (and, yes, pretty) face amongst the mingled crowds of people she doesn't know yet. she's simply lounging on her small sofa like it's a goddamn throne, one leg crossed over the other and heeled boot idly swaying, taking a sip of her shimmery gold whiskey.
sara's alcohol tolerance is high — abnormally so, but whatever the hell that bartender slipped into this thing has sara's cheeks feeling a little warm, almost like she's buzzed. with an inviting beckon with her free hand, she insists, ) C'mere.