Post by aly on Dec 22, 2009 19:04:09 GMT -5
It's my birthday
And I'll party if I want to.[/color][/center][/b][/i]
Oh, Bianca was known for being crazy. Bianca was known for drinking, partying, and having fun. Bianca was also known for throwing the best parties, and her birthday was definitely an event a year that no one wanted to miss. She was crazy, she was fun, she was a little too wild for most people, but that was okay with her. What had she done, though, that many thought was a little too crazy? She had gotten a haircut while she was drunk. She had cut off her beautiful, long hair, opting for a shorter hair-cut, one that she mostly kept straightened. She liked it, though, and didn't regret it. Either way, today, at her party, was a debut for her new hair-style, and she couldn't wait to hear what people had to say.[/blockquote]
The Three Broomsticks had been rented out by her for this party, and she was already drunk. She was being wished a happy birthday by everybody, she was dancing with everybody, and she was having a good time. She was the girl that everybody wanted to dance with tonight, because of course, Bianca was the spotlight. Everyone wanted to know her, everybody wanted to be down with her, and all the guys wanted to date her. She had haters, followers, and admirers all at this party. She was so glad that she had conveniently forgotten to invite Brooklynn, Danniyelle, and Breelinn. They didn't get along with her, and she didn't get along with them. She loathed them, and in her drunken state she probably would've punched them out.
Bianca turned around to get herself another drink, pouring herself a shot from the bar, albeit shakily, and poured it down her throat. She poured herself another shot and took it to the dance floor, dancing with some Ravenclaw seventh year. She had no idea who it was, she didn't know what his name was, but she didn't care. It was her seventeenth birthday, and she was going to party it up. She knew some very bad things were going to happen this year, as her mother was going to use her, but she wasn't going to think about it. She wasn't going to focus on that, because it was going to ruin her night. And so, no, she wasn't going to sob over it or anything. She had already come to terms with the fact that she had to become a Death Eater. There was nothing she could do about it, so she wasn't even going to try.
Bianca downed her shot, and ended up finishing the song with the Ravenclaw dude. He kissed her, wished her a happy birthday, and then disappeared off into the crowd. She was grinning when she walked back over to the bar, not being able to help it. Ah, it was so much fun being her. She wasn't holding a drink at the moment, as she had handed her empty shot glass to someone and told them to get her a refill, and was dancing with someone she recognized, but someone that she couldn't remember. Oh well, she was sure that it would come to her later, if at all.
*thanks to JOECAT of caution 2.0 for the images!*