To the Party

[Viola Possible]

It was night time in the city and Viola was ready to go out and have some fun. She wasn't sure where she was going to go. Or what she was going to do, but it was time for dancing and enjoying herself. Of course she was underage by about three years. But that didn't stop the girl from having a good time, a lot of bars were easy to sneak into, either by fake ID, borrowing someone else's ID or finding a backway in and marking her own hands with a black marker. Putting on the finishing touches to her makeup the girl smiled at her reflection. She was beautiful and the girl knew it.

Heading out the front door, her parents didn't even try to stop her. They knew she was a trouble maker and they were waiting for her to get caught by the cops. They would never help her get out of trouble. Viola headed to a a smaller dinner for a quick snack before finding someone to spend her time with. The girl knew that she was going to either a really good night, or a really boring night. Either way she was glad to be out of the house and away from her annoying parents. Arriving at the dinner the girl looked around not seeing anyone very interesting and headed over to her usual booth. The old waitress spotted her and brought her a Diet Coke, knowing from countless nights it was what she wanted to drink. Of course the older woman would just sit there shaking her head at the girl as she walked away.

 

[Florence Layfette]

So close to the very right age. That was the small issue the young brunette had. Young and free, but too young for enough of the fun. Sure, everything could be fun if she just did as her heart told her, but reigning it in was her top priority currently. She had worked hard, harder than most to just pretend to her parents that what she would do in Australia would be that same as what she had done in Paris. The young girl wanted fun, and having worked hard all week she full well deserved it. However, new to the area, she had no idea where was good. The light French accent she had playing in nicely with what she had to prove her fake age. A fake ID, one of a few, since she had no desire to lose all of them. She was having the smallest of issues however, she had no idea where to use it. The places she could go with it. It was why, she had gone out. Why she had left without another word. Florence wasn't a girl who tried to hard, the tanned skin and lightly brown eyes playing well together. She didn't try hard, she didn't need to. Comfortable in her own skin, and naturally with enough, and the fact she looked older than her age. It was perfect. Perfect for a bit of fun every so often.

After wandering around for a while the girl stumbled upon an odd looking diner, and she did quite literally stumble upon it, having had someone bump into her, and then no other words exchanged. The girl stepped in and then took a few moments to take in the place. She brushed down against her dress, a strapless silk dress, which was pretty short. Her heels were fairly high. Florence was not exactly a tall girl naturally. She smiled as she glanced around, her eyes falling upon a lone figure being served. Florence wasn't interested yet. Instead she walked up to the counter and took a seat, turning her chair so she cross her legs, she then pulled off her jacket, a black blazer. This she placed on the back of her chair and then leaned over the counter. As someone noticed her and took her order. Just as she finished telling the waiter what she want, her phone rang. Florence picked up, the person on the other line was a girl she had become friends with. They lived on the same street. "Whose birthday is it exactly? And where is it?" followed by same sounds of agreement from Florence, "Of course I always have ID. You know how I look younger than I am. Such a pain." With that the girl said her goodbyes and hung up. Florence glanced around and noticed the girl again. She showed the waiter where she was moving to. Florence figured the girl was about her age. What harm would this do. Florence took a seat before the girl could say anything against it. "The weekend is made for fun. Don't you agree?" Florence spoke with a smirk. "this place, is no fun."
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[Viola Possible]

Of course Viola noticed the shorter girl the second she walked into the diner. It was an odd sight to see someone dressed up just as much as she in the bar during this time at night. Mostly people just passing through who need a bite to eat before hitting the road again, and sometimes an older couple however they always look like they should be in bed and not out. Sipping her Diet Coke Viola watched the girl go and order food, however it didn't seem like the girl would be much help. That is until she heard the girl talking about a party. Now Viola was keen on knowing exactly what sort of party this girl just agreed to go to. Of course in her outfit it seemed like the sort of party Viola would want to attend as well.

However Viola knew better then to go up to the girl and ask. One had to play it cool and find another way in. For Viola it seemed as though luck might be on her side that night as the girl decided to go over and join her. She saw the girl's smirk as she talked to her about weekends. Viola raised her eyebrows, not opposing her being there, more curious then anything else. Usually Viola had to go up to people, no today was different she sensed it. "Anyday can be for fun, but the weekend was made for fun yes," she told the girl before taking another sip on her drink looking around the place. The diner was a bit run down and it wasn't like it was a bar filled with drunks and good looking men. The men here were the type to stay away from. "I'm about ready to go somewhere more fun," she said glancing down at her soda which was almost completely empty now.