Post by babby on Jan 7, 2011 17:43:58 GMT -5
Disgusting. It smelled like Alcohol and sweat in here.
Fränze glanced around the club; it seemed alot less terrifying without the mass of people in each others personal spaces. It was nothing like the waltzes she took so much pride in. And it was about to change.
Her father had been kind enough to buy out the place that weekend so she could throw one of her famous parties. He tried to hire people to set it up, but she wanted to do it herself.
Only problem was, it would take a while. And she didn't intend to skimp on anything. She was feeling homesick, and a ball was the perfect thing for it. But... Would people go for it? There was a dress code, a set of steps... And frankly she didn't think the people of either school had enough class for it.
But nevertheless, there she was, high on a ladder hanging white and wine red drapes over the neon club scene, every once in a while spraying air freshener and wincing at the smell.
There was alot of work to do.
Fränze glanced around the club; it seemed alot less terrifying without the mass of people in each others personal spaces. It was nothing like the waltzes she took so much pride in. And it was about to change.
Her father had been kind enough to buy out the place that weekend so she could throw one of her famous parties. He tried to hire people to set it up, but she wanted to do it herself.
Only problem was, it would take a while. And she didn't intend to skimp on anything. She was feeling homesick, and a ball was the perfect thing for it. But... Would people go for it? There was a dress code, a set of steps... And frankly she didn't think the people of either school had enough class for it.
But nevertheless, there she was, high on a ladder hanging white and wine red drapes over the neon club scene, every once in a while spraying air freshener and wincing at the smell.
There was alot of work to do.